The Strongest Badger at Hogwarts

A string of silver-white electric currents flashed from the tip of Link's staff.

Trelawney, who had been lying on her back, suddenly tensed up, and twitched while lying on the ground, shaking the mountains of wine bottles around her to clank and clank.

After more than ten seconds, Trelawney calmed down.

She struggled to sit up from the ground, wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth, and said in a trembling voice:

"What... what the hell?"

"Good morning, Sybil."

Dumbledore greeted Trelawney with a smile.

Hearing that Trelawney's slack eyes gradually became focused, and she nodded towards Dumbledore waddlingly.

Seeing her like this, Link was a little impatient.

He passed Dumbledore directly, frowned at Trelawney and said:

"Trelawney, come and make a prophecy for us. And Firenze, you too."

Firenze nodded very simply.

Trelawney said with a puzzled look on her face:

"Why...why? I never prophesy in the morning! And...and how did you appear here? This is my room, how can you break into a lady's room without making a sound? Or in While she was fast asleep!"

Trelawney's voice grew louder and louder until it became a scream.

"You have to make a prophecy for us, now, immediately, immediately!" Link's face had completely turned cold, "If I have to say why, I can only say that it is related to whether you can continue to stay in the Hogwarts life still has to go to the psychiatric training at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Wounds."

As soon as these words came out, the muscles on Trelawney's face twitched, and her pupils shrank into a small dot in an instant, and she was completely awake in an instant.

This is scary.

The psychiatric department at St Mungo's Hospital for the Magical and Wounded.

The reputation of this place is not much better than that of Azkaban.

The only difference between them is that the prisoners in Azkaban were tortured mad by dementors.

The patients in the psychiatric department of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries were 'cured' by their fellow patients and therapists.

Even, in a sense, the psychiatric department of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries is even more terrifying.

Because in Azkaban, at least if you really can't bear it, you can choose to die, and those dementors are happy to do it for you. They have been coveting your soul for a long time.

But in the psychiatric unit of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Sickness.

Death is a luxury.

Those healers in white robes have too many incredible ways to pull you back from the brink of death and let you continue to endure that torture.

So just thinking about the rumors about the psychiatric department of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries for a while, Trelawney's attitude changed 180 degrees in an instant.

She jumped up from the floor, rummaging through the trash, and said:

"Okay, I'm going to prophesy for you guys right away, so...so please don't send me there!"

Link looked at Firenze questioningly again, and the latter made a slightly twisted gentleman's salute, indicating that women should be given priority.

Seeing this, Link nodded.

At the same time, Trelawney also managed to find a lot of 'trash'.

These included a crystal ball covered in floating dust, a teacup with unknown stains inside, a can of moldy tea leaves, a brown-black (should have been pure black) robe, and a black cat puppet.

She put on the robe at an extremely fast speed, cleaned the crystal ball, made tea in the teacup, and then began to waddle and say something that Link couldn't understand at all, probably no one in this world could. Understand weird language (or just syllables?).

This scene is quite weird.

Firenze looked serious.

He always has a heart of reverence for knowledge that he does not understand.

Link, on the other hand, looked at Dumbledore suspiciously.

Then,

He could see the strong gloating on Dumbledore's face.

This made Link feel an ominous premonition.

"you!"

Trelawney suddenly pointed at Link and yelled.

This startled Link.

When he turned his head, he saw Trelawney rolling her eyes in an exaggerated way that normal people can't do, and said in a sleepy voice:

"You are the chosen one! Son of Merlin (a magic proverb, used to praise someone with strong magical talent)! You will become the best headmaster in the history of Hogwarts! Your future will be smooth! Everything Difficulties will become insignificant in front of you! You..."

As Trelawney sang, Dumbledore's expression twisted.

This is full of laughter.

Link's face, on the other hand, was extremely gloomy.

Any normal person in Hogwarts knows that what Trelawney likes to do most is to make prophecies that curse others' bad luck.

And Trelawney was very cautious.

Even if a dog barks at her twice.

She had to predict on the spot that it would get its throat stuck when it gnawed on a bone tonight.

So Link was already mentally prepared to be cursed by Trelawney.

For this reason, it is quite a bit of waiting.

After all, even if such a prediction is false, it can make him more vigilant.

But he really didn't expect it!

This guy Trelawney actually slapped him for a while when he came up!

And the shooting is so jerky and twisted!

Let people know it's fake when they hear it!

Taking a deep breath, Link interrupted:

"Trelawney, you should stop drinking!"

Trelawney's voice faltered suddenly, and she said in horror:

"I don't actually like to drink, no, I hate the smell of alcohol! I drink for better prophecy! It's a sacrifice for my profession! I can't do without alcohol accurate prophecy, so you can't..."

"fart!"

Link scolded angrily, "I'll send someone to send you to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries this afternoon to stop drinking. If you can't stop drinking, you don't have to come back!"

Hearing that Trelawney let out a mournful wail, Link ignored it and turned to look at Firenze.

Seeing this, the latter took a step forward, and didn't make so many bells and whistles like Trelawney did, and said directly:

"Your Excellency Foley, I have to remind you that the astrology of our centaurs can only make predictions about the general environment, but cannot make accurate predictions for specific individuals. After all, compared to this world, our individuals are really So tiny!"

Link adjusted the aura that was a little disturbed by Trelawney's anger, nodded at Firenze, and signaled him to continue.

Seeing this, the latter changed the subject and said:

"However, you are an exception. As a morning star, your light has become more dazzling than before. This means that your own strength or other aspects have made explosive progress in the recent period of time! "

Hearing this, Link finally nodded in satisfaction, with a smile on his face.

Not that he believed Firenze's words.

Link is a pure atheist.

And extremely stubborn!

Even though he has experienced soul crossing, which cannot be explained by science or magic, he still does not believe in the existence of God.

And under the influence of this stubborn atheist system, such things as prophecy and divination are not within Link's trust.

In other words, although Firenze's words did point out the fact that Link's strength has soared recently, Link still felt that he was sycophanting!

What really satisfies Link is that Firenze's flattering level is much higher than that of Trilawney.

This point can be seen just by looking at Dumbledore's gradually serious expression.

"It's not fair! This horse is obviously flattering! Why don't you..."

Trelawney was still roaring unwillingly, but before she could finish speaking, Link sealed her mouth with a wave of his hand.

It's going to kill me.

Your level of sycophancy is nothing compared to his.

Don't you know it yourself?

Link complained in his heart, but he heard Firenze say again:

"In addition, the stars have also given me advice on the general situation of this world!"

Firenze walked to the window with a solemn expression, looked at the sky outside the window and said:

"There is a fiery red star in the south, and it is getting brighter and brighter. Its radiance is so strong that it has even swallowed up other stars that were originally near it, and surpassed the morning star that represents your fortune. This is amazing It's not a good omen! According to our centaurs' astrological concept, this kind of weird, sudden star is a disaster star!

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If left alone, the catastrophe is bound to continue to expand, and then affect the operation of the entire world!

So, if possible, you'd better send someone to investigate.

There must be some obvious, unnaturally weird change over there!

Although the form that this change manifests may be benign, it is good.

But it's all just the devil in disguise! Don't be careless! "

Firenze's words made both Link and Dumbledore fall into silence.

Because they all noticed the direction of the catastrophe in Firenze's words.

"The South, France...isn't it just south of us?"

Dumbledore said quite emotionally.

Hearing this, Firenze was stunned.

He looked at Dumbledore, then at Link carefully, and finally said in disbelief:

"Could it be that you are planning to go there in person?"

"Yes, Firenze, to tell you the truth, we originally planned to set off to France to investigate some things." Link said, "The reason why I asked you to prophesy for us this time is to see what we are doing now. Good luck."

As soon as this remark came out, Firenze's expression changed instantly.

The false respect that was deliberately pretended quickly dissipated, and was replaced by a look of excitement and admiration!

He straightened up in an instant, and began to use his four hooves, arms and even his tail to make a series of various weird movements.

This kind of action looks very funny at first glance, but when paired with Firenze's solemn expression, it has a different sense of ceremony.

It wasn't until Firenze finished the whole set of complicated movements that Dumbledore said with emotion:

"This is the highest etiquette of the centaurs, Firenze, you must do this."

"No! Although your purpose may not be as pure as I imagined, your actions are worthy of my respect!" Firenze said solemnly, "I implore you to investigate the matter during your trip to France. It is quite difficult to obtain information about the disaster star, because judging from the brightness of the disaster star alone, it has already been accomplished!

But also because of this, the abnormality on the French side should become more obvious!

You just need to look for abnormal phenomena that violate the laws of nature.

The more intense this anomalous phenomenon is, and the larger the area is, the closer it is to the place where the catastrophe is located! "

Hearing this, Link and Dumbledore looked at each other.

It has to be said that Firenze is far superior to Trelawney in terms of professionalism as a fortune-teller.

At least he has done a good job of being specious and half true.

For example, he once again hit on the fact that there is a 'catastrophe' in France.

But for the second half of Firenze's words, Link is still skeptical, and can even be said to sneer.

What is an abnormal phenomenon that violates the laws of nature?

According to Link's understanding, the wizard itself is the most unnatural existence in the world!

So according to Firenze, aren't those shadow people hiding in the French Ministry of Magic?

After all, the density of wizards there is definitely the highest in the entire French magic world!

But if you think about it in a different way.

This does not seem impossible.

After all, according to "I am the minister!" "Judging from the progress notification of this hidden series of tasks, Link's control over the French Ministry of Magic is extremely negative.

Smacking his mouth twice, Link finally remembered Firenze's words.

He said goodbye to Dumbledore and Firenze, and finally gave Trelawney a disgusted look before turning around and walking towards the hall.

At this time, the originally bustling hall was empty.

While Link and Dumbledore were visiting Trelawney, Harry and the other students had already boarded the Thestral carriage and headed to Hogsmeade Station.

Their departure made the entire Hogwarts castle dead silent, completely no longer lively as usual.

Walking in such Hogwarts, Dumbledore's expression was a little melancholy.

While constantly looking at the surrounding furnishings, he sighed.

Link said helplessly:

"It's not necessary, is it? They will come back in two months. At that time, I'm afraid you still think they are too noisy."

Hearing this, Dumbledore sighed again, shook his head and said:

"How could it be? That is the most beautiful scene in my heart!"

Link curled his lips and stopped talking.

He couldn't understand Dumbledore's thoughts, he could only attribute it to the loneliness of the lonely old man.

Personally, he really likes to be lively.

But this kind of excitement is not the appearance of hundreds of thousands of people laughing and playing in a castle.

To him, that scene was not lively, but noisy!

Head-swelling noise!

The two continued to walk forward in silence, and finally left Hogwarts Castle.

The bright sunlight outside splashes on the emerald green lawn, reflecting a wonderful light and shadow full of vitality.

This may have dispelled Dumbledore's sadness to a certain extent, making his expression much more normal.

At the same time, a smile appeared on Link's face.

Because, not far away, Emily, wearing a floral round-brimmed hat and a spring dress, was standing beside a carriage and waving at him.