Chapter 367 Professor Trelawney's Weakness
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 367 Professor Trelawney's Weakness
"Merry Christmas!"
"Faculty, staff, and students!"
"And welcome those who come from afar - distinguished guests!"
"I think you should know that the dragon tamers from Romania... tamed three dragons to control the various passages of Hogwarts to protect the safety of our school students..."
"Anyway, it's a feat... No wizard has been able to tame a dragon since the Middle Ages!"
said Dumbledore, smiling at the foreign wizards. "It is with great joy that I welcome you to Hogwarts and thank you for your hard work on behalf of all Hogwarts teachers and students."
After that, Mr. Weasley took the lead in applauding, and sporadic applause resounded from the dining table.
In the hall, apart from those gorgeous Christmas decorations and Christmas trees, there is only the long table in the center.
Because there are really not many people in the entire castle for the Christmas banquet.
Professor Dumbledore, Snape, McGahn, Sprout, the gatekeeper Filch, Hagrid, Mr. Weasley's family, McGuffins, a few senior students, a dozen dragon tamers, and the two Aurors stationed at Hogwarts led by Mr. Goodman... about [-] to [-] people sat together on both sides of the long table.
Perhaps because of the small number of people, there were not as many Christmas gifts as there were twice.
The presents are hidden in magical firecrackers of various colors, placed on a small cart that revolves around them automatically.
Just wave your hand, and the little cart will come to the wizard for him to choose a magic firecracker.
When the magic firecracker is pulled, it will make a gun-like sound, and the smoke will fill the air, and the gift will appear from it.
Snape will get a big witch's hat in the shape of a mountain sculpture.
This immediately reminded Harry and Ron of Neville's 'Snape incident' and left them grinning from ear to ear.
Hermione kept secretly reminding these two little brats who wanted to kill themselves, but they didn't respond at all.
—can't you see the dangerous look in Snape's eyes?
Never mind, McGuffin lowered his head anyway, buried his head in the food, trying not to look into Snape's burning eyes.
The food is plentiful and delicious.
But to be honest, McGuffin and Harry were more looking forward to the final dessert.
That was made by the Honey Duchess themselves.
Speaking of anticipation, McGuffin almost forgot that Professor Trelawney, who pretended to be a ghost and almost had a split personality, would also be present at this Christmas banquet.
He didn't want to see this guy again outside the divination room.
But obviously things are still going on as in the plot——
The hall door was suddenly opened.
Professor Trelawney walked in, still wearing her weird-looking glasses, wearing a bright green dress of sheet metal, paddling, panning across the auditorium floor, and her big eyes were like oversized dragonflies floating on the water.
That guy was still chattering, and before sitting down, he made all kinds of predictions and hints about the order of tables and chairs and the number of people, and argued with Professor McGonagall about it.
Professor Trelawney took great pains to 'perform' her own unreliability in front of everyone, and tried her best to make herself a liar.
McGuffin now understands a little bit-why this guy insists on playing tricks on himself, pretending to be a liar.
As I said before - since McGuffin knew Trelawney's true face, she has been wary of this divination professor being able to see her own destiny, or seeing that she is a time traveler.
[Spiritual Concentration] [Teritaserum] There are still traces to follow, and we can find a way to resist it.
But 'Tianmu', divination, something that can only be understood by virtue of talent, McGuffin really can't understand.
What's more, the prophecy in the original book almost runs through the entire story, and the meaning of fate is almost completely shrouded in the entire HP world.
Basically everything is said by those few prophecies.
He couldn't help but not believe it.
It would be fine if it was a story, but this is the real world and no one wants to be fucked like a marionette, and the ending in the original book is far from happy.
McGuffin will not be reduced to cannon fodder.
What's more, in the tea dregs prophecy last time, this guy directly showed himself another side that no one knew about.
'What are you talking about...my own destiny...another world or something strange. '
Thinking of the weird ritual performed by the centaur in the first grade, and the strange attitude of the centaur towards himself afterwards.
All kinds of mysteries make McGuffin's brain ache.
After that, Professor Trelawney and Professor McGonagall started a new round of confrontation about the fact that Professor Lupine did not come.
Perhaps it was because of staying in the house for too long, or maybe it was because of other reasons, in short, Professor Trelawney seemed very excited.
Especially in the face of Professor McGonagall sarcastically asking himself whether he already knew that Professor Lupine was ill.
Trelawney said quietly, "Of course I do, Minerva."
"But people don't flaunt their omniscience, and I act as if I don't have the third eye, so that people don't get nervous."
Her words were telling the truth, and only McGuffin knew what it meant.
No one noticed that when Trelawney said this, she was not ambiguous, playing tricks as usual.
Professor McGonagall, sitting next to her, didn't notice this.
Professor McGonagall didn't understand what Professor Trelawney really meant. Instead, she thought that this pretentious witch was mocking her for not being talented in divination, mocking her as the kind of nervous person who was jealous of people with divination talent.
So Professor McGonagall said, slightly tartly, "Oh, that says a lot."
The two became more tit-for-tat.
McGuffin could feel that Professor Trelawney was mad at Professor McGonagall.
Her voice is no longer so vague, but it seems to be conveying a fact that has happened with a very confident and clear speech
"If you, Minerva, must know the fate of Professor Lupine, I have seen that poor Professor Lupine will not be with us for long."
"He seemed to understand that his time was running out."
"When I volunteered to show him the crystal ball, he always avoided—"
The steak that McGuffin put to his mouth could not eat any more.
Hearing this passage with his own ears, he suddenly realized that everything Professor Trelawney said was being confirmed one by one.
This professor who has been pretending to be a ghost now simply stated Lupin's ending clearly and in sequence. He himself understood his current situation, and in the end he even directly pointed out Lupine's identity as a werewolf with a crystal ball.
McGuffin looked up, just in time to see Professor McGonagall staring at Professor Trelawney with a puzzled look.
She managed to say a few words dryly.
And Snape couldn't maintain his indifferent expression, he turned his head and stared at Professor Trelawney.
Obviously, what Professor Trelawney said was completely beyond their expectations.
McGuffin raised her head and looked at Professor Trelawney. She also knew that she had said something wrong and revealed the flaws in her personality.
She was very ill at ease, but years of staying home had left her at a loss as to how to deal with the situation.
At this moment, Dumbledore finally spoke, his voice raised slightly, and he ended the conversation between Professor McGonagall and Professor Trelawney in a decisive tone.
"Professor Lupine won't be in any immediate danger, Severus, have you prepared another potion for him?"
"Yes, Headmaster!"
Snape was still staring at Professor Trelawney, his pupils glowing, as if he was using [Insanity] to confirm the doubt in his heart.
"Okay!" Dumbledore stood up unnaturally, blocking Snape's sight, and said loudly, "Then he will be able to get out of bed and walk around soon..."
As he said that, the guy took out his wand and waved it, and gave McGuffin a plate of oily sausage in the air.
Then Dumbledore changed the subject very bluntly, "McGuffin... have you ever eaten this kind of sausage? It's delicious?"
McGuffin's scalp tingled for a while, and at that moment he felt that a lot of his hair was scared bald.
--What does this mean?
Dumbledore's unnatural, slightly courteous behavior attracted everyone's attention.
——A little wizard in the third grade would be treated like this by the principal of the magic school.
McGuffin watched Dumbledore's eyes beckoning him to help, and hurriedly trembled, pretending to be too excited to extricate himself from embarrassment.
He could hear the Romanian dragon trainers talking about it, and even the Weasleys and Harry Ron were dumbfounded.
Only Professor McGonagall and Snape seemed suspicious of Dumbledore's motives, but they couldn't say anything.
Perhaps Professor Trelawney also felt that she was a little impulsive, and didn't do any more actions next.
She tried her best to avoid Professor McGonagall's probing eyes, and deliberately began to count the number of Christmas decorations in the auditorium, muttering all kinds of unknown fates by herself, and trying her best to perform her character design.
For the next two hours of the Christmas dinner, McGuffin could only bite the bullet and stay at the table to focus on the food, trying his best to ignore the strange and inquisitive gazes of everyone around him, including Harry.
Even when the dessert he had been looking forward to arrived, he didn't feel so good anymore.
However, the Froome couple are worthy of being the wizards who are best at making cakes and sweets in the entire British magic world, and even in the European magic world.
They were very suitable for the occasion, and used magic to make three lifelike fire dragons.
When Dumbledore tapped the goblet with his spoon, the food left on the table, including the plates and utensils, disappeared in an instant.
Instead, there are three fire dragons flying over the dining table,
Each is slightly larger than the usual back chairs and hovers over the dining table.
There were roars.
The scales on the dragon's body are densely arranged,
—all made of candy scales.
The three fire dragons are of different colors, red, green, black... Under the illumination of the magic candle light under the ceiling, they are shining and extremely beautiful.
The shape and size are not exactly the same, the back of the black dragon has a row of sharp ridges like razors, and the eyes made of two purple crystal sugar cubes are staring at the wizard below, looking extremely ferocious.
There is a milky white long pointed horn on the green dragon head (looks like it is made of white chocolate), like an angry bull, the pupil is khaki (cake ingredient)
As for the red fire dragon, it also has horns on its head, but they are very short, and the staggered branches are arranged around the entire forehead, which has a strange beauty. The eyeballs are even more orange-red like lava, as if flowing (some kind of melted and semi-solidified syrup), and it looks the most ferocious among the three fire dragons.
Even the dragon trainers in Romania were astonished to see this.
"Okay! Let's get started!" Dumbledore happily knocked on the utensil that suddenly appeared. In front of him was a silver deep-bottomed disc similar to the shape of a goblet.
"The idea of the Froomes is genius!"
"Let me demonstrate to you first."
"Give me a lemon honey cake!" he yelled.
Hearing Dumbledore hitting the silver disc, the three fire dragons turned their bodies in the air, aimed their heads at the silver disc, and opened their mouths—
--call!
Finely crushed colorful candy crumbs, honey, chocolate, white cream, and orange cakes turned into trickles of different colors like a rainbow, and began to gather on the dinner plate to form a lemon cake.
It's like being 20D printed 3 years later.
Very magical.
Layer by layer, they were quickly arranged on the dinner plate in front of Professor Dumbledore to form a layered cake with a delicious and delicious taste.
Everyone was immediately overwhelmed by this never-before-seen magic technique and dessert, applauding and shouting loudly.
When Dumbledore announced the start, he impatiently knocked on the same type of silver plate that suddenly appeared in front of him, and loudly announced the dessert he wanted to eat.
Hermione ordered a jumbo chocolate cream strawberry sundae, Harry ordered a croissant, and Ron ordered a chocolate fountain with chocolate frogs swimming in it!
Even Mr. Weasley ordered a blueberry cream cake.
Most people think that this Christmas is full of surprises, and dragon trainers are full of praise for the creativity of this magical fire dragon.
In the end, everyone's stomachs were about to burst.
However, this of course does not include the Weasley twin brothers, the two unlucky ones.
George and Fred mischievously order a pile of cockroaches and bloody eyeball soup.
Obviously these two guys are specifically trying to embarrass Huolong.
But what I never expected was——
The fire dragon fulfilled the wishes of both of them.
Immediately on the silver dinner plate in front of the twins, dense black and bright colored cockroach legs appeared, as well as terrifying eyeballs full of bloodshot ups and downs.
This annoyed Mrs. Weasley, who was sitting next to him.
She widened her eyes and exhaled forcefully. It took her a long time to calm down the anger in her chest, and then stared at the two fiercely.
"You two! You must finish your mess. If I see that there is something left on the plate at this table, then all the food you will have at home for the next year will be these two things!"
Speaking of which, Mrs. Weasley looked at the two hell dishes in disgust.
Fred wanted to cry but had no tears, "big eyes and small eyes", forcing the eyeballs into his throat one by one,
George was so choked that his eyes were rolling, but he could only resign himself to chewing on the cockroach legs. Looking at his expression, they estimated that if they wanted to lose weight in the next semester, they would get twice the result with half the effort.
None of the wizards here can save them.
The only Professor Dumbledore who can do this is just wearing the mountain eagle witch hat, watching everything happening with great interest.
Towards the end, everyone was satisfied with the Christmas banquet, and no one remembered the confusion caused by Professor Trelawney and Professor McGonagall at the beginning,
Apart from……
Professor McGonagall and Snape...they couldn't forget Professor Trelawney's completely different behavior just now.
Besides the two of them, McGuffin was also secretly looking at a few people, and he also felt another meaningful look in his eyes,
—It's Dumbledore!
Indeed, this old bee should know the true face of Trelawney.
It was too obvious that Professor McGonagall deliberately interrupted Professor McGonagall's temptation several times just now, and hurriedly covered up Professor Trelawney's actions too bluntly.
And if Professor Trelawney is also this kind of double-faced person in the original book, it can also explain why Dumbledore, an old bee, can clearly arrange Voldemort just by relying on the vague prophecy.
(End of this chapter)
"Merry Christmas!"
"Faculty, staff, and students!"
"And welcome those who come from afar - distinguished guests!"
"I think you should know that the dragon tamers from Romania... tamed three dragons to control the various passages of Hogwarts to protect the safety of our school students..."
"Anyway, it's a feat... No wizard has been able to tame a dragon since the Middle Ages!"
said Dumbledore, smiling at the foreign wizards. "It is with great joy that I welcome you to Hogwarts and thank you for your hard work on behalf of all Hogwarts teachers and students."
After that, Mr. Weasley took the lead in applauding, and sporadic applause resounded from the dining table.
In the hall, apart from those gorgeous Christmas decorations and Christmas trees, there is only the long table in the center.
Because there are really not many people in the entire castle for the Christmas banquet.
Professor Dumbledore, Snape, McGahn, Sprout, the gatekeeper Filch, Hagrid, Mr. Weasley's family, McGuffins, a few senior students, a dozen dragon tamers, and the two Aurors stationed at Hogwarts led by Mr. Goodman... about [-] to [-] people sat together on both sides of the long table.
Perhaps because of the small number of people, there were not as many Christmas gifts as there were twice.
The presents are hidden in magical firecrackers of various colors, placed on a small cart that revolves around them automatically.
Just wave your hand, and the little cart will come to the wizard for him to choose a magic firecracker.
When the magic firecracker is pulled, it will make a gun-like sound, and the smoke will fill the air, and the gift will appear from it.
Snape will get a big witch's hat in the shape of a mountain sculpture.
This immediately reminded Harry and Ron of Neville's 'Snape incident' and left them grinning from ear to ear.
Hermione kept secretly reminding these two little brats who wanted to kill themselves, but they didn't respond at all.
—can't you see the dangerous look in Snape's eyes?
Never mind, McGuffin lowered his head anyway, buried his head in the food, trying not to look into Snape's burning eyes.
The food is plentiful and delicious.
But to be honest, McGuffin and Harry were more looking forward to the final dessert.
That was made by the Honey Duchess themselves.
Speaking of anticipation, McGuffin almost forgot that Professor Trelawney, who pretended to be a ghost and almost had a split personality, would also be present at this Christmas banquet.
He didn't want to see this guy again outside the divination room.
But obviously things are still going on as in the plot——
The hall door was suddenly opened.
Professor Trelawney walked in, still wearing her weird-looking glasses, wearing a bright green dress of sheet metal, paddling, panning across the auditorium floor, and her big eyes were like oversized dragonflies floating on the water.
That guy was still chattering, and before sitting down, he made all kinds of predictions and hints about the order of tables and chairs and the number of people, and argued with Professor McGonagall about it.
Professor Trelawney took great pains to 'perform' her own unreliability in front of everyone, and tried her best to make herself a liar.
McGuffin now understands a little bit-why this guy insists on playing tricks on himself, pretending to be a liar.
As I said before - since McGuffin knew Trelawney's true face, she has been wary of this divination professor being able to see her own destiny, or seeing that she is a time traveler.
[Spiritual Concentration] [Teritaserum] There are still traces to follow, and we can find a way to resist it.
But 'Tianmu', divination, something that can only be understood by virtue of talent, McGuffin really can't understand.
What's more, the prophecy in the original book almost runs through the entire story, and the meaning of fate is almost completely shrouded in the entire HP world.
Basically everything is said by those few prophecies.
He couldn't help but not believe it.
It would be fine if it was a story, but this is the real world and no one wants to be fucked like a marionette, and the ending in the original book is far from happy.
McGuffin will not be reduced to cannon fodder.
What's more, in the tea dregs prophecy last time, this guy directly showed himself another side that no one knew about.
'What are you talking about...my own destiny...another world or something strange. '
Thinking of the weird ritual performed by the centaur in the first grade, and the strange attitude of the centaur towards himself afterwards.
All kinds of mysteries make McGuffin's brain ache.
After that, Professor Trelawney and Professor McGonagall started a new round of confrontation about the fact that Professor Lupine did not come.
Perhaps it was because of staying in the house for too long, or maybe it was because of other reasons, in short, Professor Trelawney seemed very excited.
Especially in the face of Professor McGonagall sarcastically asking himself whether he already knew that Professor Lupine was ill.
Trelawney said quietly, "Of course I do, Minerva."
"But people don't flaunt their omniscience, and I act as if I don't have the third eye, so that people don't get nervous."
Her words were telling the truth, and only McGuffin knew what it meant.
No one noticed that when Trelawney said this, she was not ambiguous, playing tricks as usual.
Professor McGonagall, sitting next to her, didn't notice this.
Professor McGonagall didn't understand what Professor Trelawney really meant. Instead, she thought that this pretentious witch was mocking her for not being talented in divination, mocking her as the kind of nervous person who was jealous of people with divination talent.
So Professor McGonagall said, slightly tartly, "Oh, that says a lot."
The two became more tit-for-tat.
McGuffin could feel that Professor Trelawney was mad at Professor McGonagall.
Her voice is no longer so vague, but it seems to be conveying a fact that has happened with a very confident and clear speech
"If you, Minerva, must know the fate of Professor Lupine, I have seen that poor Professor Lupine will not be with us for long."
"He seemed to understand that his time was running out."
"When I volunteered to show him the crystal ball, he always avoided—"
The steak that McGuffin put to his mouth could not eat any more.
Hearing this passage with his own ears, he suddenly realized that everything Professor Trelawney said was being confirmed one by one.
This professor who has been pretending to be a ghost now simply stated Lupin's ending clearly and in sequence. He himself understood his current situation, and in the end he even directly pointed out Lupine's identity as a werewolf with a crystal ball.
McGuffin looked up, just in time to see Professor McGonagall staring at Professor Trelawney with a puzzled look.
She managed to say a few words dryly.
And Snape couldn't maintain his indifferent expression, he turned his head and stared at Professor Trelawney.
Obviously, what Professor Trelawney said was completely beyond their expectations.
McGuffin raised her head and looked at Professor Trelawney. She also knew that she had said something wrong and revealed the flaws in her personality.
She was very ill at ease, but years of staying home had left her at a loss as to how to deal with the situation.
At this moment, Dumbledore finally spoke, his voice raised slightly, and he ended the conversation between Professor McGonagall and Professor Trelawney in a decisive tone.
"Professor Lupine won't be in any immediate danger, Severus, have you prepared another potion for him?"
"Yes, Headmaster!"
Snape was still staring at Professor Trelawney, his pupils glowing, as if he was using [Insanity] to confirm the doubt in his heart.
"Okay!" Dumbledore stood up unnaturally, blocking Snape's sight, and said loudly, "Then he will be able to get out of bed and walk around soon..."
As he said that, the guy took out his wand and waved it, and gave McGuffin a plate of oily sausage in the air.
Then Dumbledore changed the subject very bluntly, "McGuffin... have you ever eaten this kind of sausage? It's delicious?"
McGuffin's scalp tingled for a while, and at that moment he felt that a lot of his hair was scared bald.
--What does this mean?
Dumbledore's unnatural, slightly courteous behavior attracted everyone's attention.
——A little wizard in the third grade would be treated like this by the principal of the magic school.
McGuffin watched Dumbledore's eyes beckoning him to help, and hurriedly trembled, pretending to be too excited to extricate himself from embarrassment.
He could hear the Romanian dragon trainers talking about it, and even the Weasleys and Harry Ron were dumbfounded.
Only Professor McGonagall and Snape seemed suspicious of Dumbledore's motives, but they couldn't say anything.
Perhaps Professor Trelawney also felt that she was a little impulsive, and didn't do any more actions next.
She tried her best to avoid Professor McGonagall's probing eyes, and deliberately began to count the number of Christmas decorations in the auditorium, muttering all kinds of unknown fates by herself, and trying her best to perform her character design.
For the next two hours of the Christmas dinner, McGuffin could only bite the bullet and stay at the table to focus on the food, trying his best to ignore the strange and inquisitive gazes of everyone around him, including Harry.
Even when the dessert he had been looking forward to arrived, he didn't feel so good anymore.
However, the Froome couple are worthy of being the wizards who are best at making cakes and sweets in the entire British magic world, and even in the European magic world.
They were very suitable for the occasion, and used magic to make three lifelike fire dragons.
When Dumbledore tapped the goblet with his spoon, the food left on the table, including the plates and utensils, disappeared in an instant.
Instead, there are three fire dragons flying over the dining table,
Each is slightly larger than the usual back chairs and hovers over the dining table.
There were roars.
The scales on the dragon's body are densely arranged,
—all made of candy scales.
The three fire dragons are of different colors, red, green, black... Under the illumination of the magic candle light under the ceiling, they are shining and extremely beautiful.
The shape and size are not exactly the same, the back of the black dragon has a row of sharp ridges like razors, and the eyes made of two purple crystal sugar cubes are staring at the wizard below, looking extremely ferocious.
There is a milky white long pointed horn on the green dragon head (looks like it is made of white chocolate), like an angry bull, the pupil is khaki (cake ingredient)
As for the red fire dragon, it also has horns on its head, but they are very short, and the staggered branches are arranged around the entire forehead, which has a strange beauty. The eyeballs are even more orange-red like lava, as if flowing (some kind of melted and semi-solidified syrup), and it looks the most ferocious among the three fire dragons.
Even the dragon trainers in Romania were astonished to see this.
"Okay! Let's get started!" Dumbledore happily knocked on the utensil that suddenly appeared. In front of him was a silver deep-bottomed disc similar to the shape of a goblet.
"The idea of the Froomes is genius!"
"Let me demonstrate to you first."
"Give me a lemon honey cake!" he yelled.
Hearing Dumbledore hitting the silver disc, the three fire dragons turned their bodies in the air, aimed their heads at the silver disc, and opened their mouths—
--call!
Finely crushed colorful candy crumbs, honey, chocolate, white cream, and orange cakes turned into trickles of different colors like a rainbow, and began to gather on the dinner plate to form a lemon cake.
It's like being 20D printed 3 years later.
Very magical.
Layer by layer, they were quickly arranged on the dinner plate in front of Professor Dumbledore to form a layered cake with a delicious and delicious taste.
Everyone was immediately overwhelmed by this never-before-seen magic technique and dessert, applauding and shouting loudly.
When Dumbledore announced the start, he impatiently knocked on the same type of silver plate that suddenly appeared in front of him, and loudly announced the dessert he wanted to eat.
Hermione ordered a jumbo chocolate cream strawberry sundae, Harry ordered a croissant, and Ron ordered a chocolate fountain with chocolate frogs swimming in it!
Even Mr. Weasley ordered a blueberry cream cake.
Most people think that this Christmas is full of surprises, and dragon trainers are full of praise for the creativity of this magical fire dragon.
In the end, everyone's stomachs were about to burst.
However, this of course does not include the Weasley twin brothers, the two unlucky ones.
George and Fred mischievously order a pile of cockroaches and bloody eyeball soup.
Obviously these two guys are specifically trying to embarrass Huolong.
But what I never expected was——
The fire dragon fulfilled the wishes of both of them.
Immediately on the silver dinner plate in front of the twins, dense black and bright colored cockroach legs appeared, as well as terrifying eyeballs full of bloodshot ups and downs.
This annoyed Mrs. Weasley, who was sitting next to him.
She widened her eyes and exhaled forcefully. It took her a long time to calm down the anger in her chest, and then stared at the two fiercely.
"You two! You must finish your mess. If I see that there is something left on the plate at this table, then all the food you will have at home for the next year will be these two things!"
Speaking of which, Mrs. Weasley looked at the two hell dishes in disgust.
Fred wanted to cry but had no tears, "big eyes and small eyes", forcing the eyeballs into his throat one by one,
George was so choked that his eyes were rolling, but he could only resign himself to chewing on the cockroach legs. Looking at his expression, they estimated that if they wanted to lose weight in the next semester, they would get twice the result with half the effort.
None of the wizards here can save them.
The only Professor Dumbledore who can do this is just wearing the mountain eagle witch hat, watching everything happening with great interest.
Towards the end, everyone was satisfied with the Christmas banquet, and no one remembered the confusion caused by Professor Trelawney and Professor McGonagall at the beginning,
Apart from……
Professor McGonagall and Snape...they couldn't forget Professor Trelawney's completely different behavior just now.
Besides the two of them, McGuffin was also secretly looking at a few people, and he also felt another meaningful look in his eyes,
—It's Dumbledore!
Indeed, this old bee should know the true face of Trelawney.
It was too obvious that Professor McGonagall deliberately interrupted Professor McGonagall's temptation several times just now, and hurriedly covered up Professor Trelawney's actions too bluntly.
And if Professor Trelawney is also this kind of double-faced person in the original book, it can also explain why Dumbledore, an old bee, can clearly arrange Voldemort just by relying on the vague prophecy.
(End of this chapter)
