Chapter 368 The Incomprehensible Professor McGonagall
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 368 The Incomprehensible Professor McGonagall
When Harry and Weasley rubbed their stomachs and said goodbye to the Weasleys, they pulled out their chairs and were about to leave.
Professor Trelawney may feel that the character set he lost just now needs to be re-established.
She suddenly screamed loudly.
"Merlin, which one of you was the first to leave your seat? Who?"
It's a bit too much, she is full of embarrassing acting skills with plastic surgery.
Hagrid probably felt something was wrong.
Not to mention Professor McGonagall, she frowned and said deliberately indifferently, "I don't think it makes any difference, unless there is a mad knifeman waiting outside the door, intent on cutting the first person who walks into the hall."
After speaking, McGuffin noticed that the professor stared at Professor Trelawney coldly, trying to discern the guy's reaction.
really……
After seeing Professor McGonagall's eyes, Professor Trelawney looked a little apprehensive, and then became angry. It could be seen that she tried her best to show her offended expression.
It's a pity that it is too exaggerated.
In the end, it was Professor Dumbledore who stood up again and deliberately walked over to Mr. Weasley, discussing with him the nature of the curse of [Spiritual Nightmare], and diverted everyone's attention to it.
Let Professor Trelawney flee in a hurry.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione also went back one after another.
Only McGuffin was left behind by Professor McGonagall because of the magic lamp.
Perhaps because the matter of Professor Trelawney interfered with Professor McGonagall's thoughts, she didn't pursue the matter too much, nor did she confiscate it and take it apart to see what the problem was.
He just asked McGuffin to keep it away, and Harry couldn't let Harry act rashly with this magical alchemy item before Sirius caught it.
The conditions were much better than McGuffin had imagined.
After Professor McGonagall finished ordering McGuffin, the Christmas banquet was almost over.
The Romanian dragon tamers talked about going to the Three Broomsticks to have another meeting in twos and threes. Mr. Weasley and Goodman continued to discuss the qualification of the [Spiritual Nightmare] spell. Charlie seemed to be drunk, and pulled Hagrid with a flushed face to talk loudly about Norbert. Hagrid was so nervous that he didn't even bother to say hello to Harry.
The atmosphere among the faculty and staff was very strange. After Professor Trelawney left, Dumbledore hurriedly ended the topic with Mr. Weasley, left the auditorium, and even forgot about his favorite Christmas banquet singing session.
Snape and Professor McGonagall hurriedly followed.
Filch left some small bones from the dinner table and was feeding Mrs. Norris bit by bit.
Professor Flitwick's face was flushed, and he was held in Professor Sprout's hands. The two seemed to have drank a lot of Sydney juice, soda and whiskey.
This Christmas banquet can be said to end in a very strange atmosphere.
……
"You behaved very strangely today! You are out of standard..."
"Dear Sybil! What's the matter!"
In the Hogwarts principal's office, Dumbledore pulled the armchair over, motioned for Professor Trelawney to sit down, and then talked about what happened at the banquet just now.
"You look panicked!"
Professor Trelawney walked around in a daze, rubbing the skin on the back of his left hand vigorously with his right hand.
It took a long time before he said in a hoarse, palpitating voice, "I foresee something again! Albus!"
"What I saw this time..."
She paused, "... can't understand! I... can't understand!"
"But I could feel the fear, the palpitations ... and the powerlessness it brought me. It was like everything was destined to be drowned in the tide of fate."
"No one can stop it, not even you!"
"Albus, a time we cannot predict, understand - is coming!"
She widened her eyes and said in disbelief.
"Calm down, Sybil!"
"You have to be clear, what exactly did you see?"
"Sit down and talk slowly."
Dumbledore again motioned for Professor Trelawney to sit down.
Perhaps Professor Trelawney finally lost the strength to move around. She trembled and collapsed on the armchair, recalling what she saw in the afternoon in a sleepy tone.
"In the afternoon, I got a prophecy..."
"You know that, Albus!"
"We have already expected that event, and it will happen in the end."
"What do you mean?" Dumbledore asked in a guiding tone.
"Well, the Dark Lord is coming back! This is the first time in years I've had such a clear indication that he's coming back next year."
"However, it's not important..."
"The important thing is... what I saw next..." Trelawney didn't continue, she seemed to be afraid, and she didn't seem to know how to describe what she saw.
Hearing what she meant, Dumbledore was also a little confused.
——For so many years, they have been making one plan after another around the comeback of the Dark Lord, constantly negating, and constantly reading and re-planning, just hoping to see the prophecy continue to move forward as they expected, until they destroy the dark wizard who cannot die.
But now Trelawney said - Voldemort is no longer important!
This?
- What a joke!
Even Dumbledore couldn't accept this matter for a while.
But then he immediately realized something.
Dumbledore urged Trelawney, "Sybil, isn't it... all this... has something to do with McGuffin Albert again!"
Hearing this name, Trelawney struggled with an indescribable expression on her face.
She took off those ridiculous glasses—
The whole face is full of fear and confusion, at a loss.
"Ok!"
After a moment of silence, he hummed with all his strength.
Dumbledore pondered the explosive news.
This is not surprising!
When the centaur came to him to investigate Albert the year before last, it had already indicated that this little wizard had a very different fate.
Especially after that weird centaur magic ceremony, he specifically consulted Trelawney...and other well-known fortune tellers and priests in Europe and Africa.
——That weird dream foretells an unrevealable fate, no matter it... is good or bad, it will come eventually, and it will largely affect the fate of many people.
Dumbledore had been mentally prepared since then, but now it was important for Sybill Trelawney to calm down and figure out what she had seen.
"Calm down, Sybil! Let me get you a box of cigars, tell me your favorite way!"
Dumbledore drew out his wand and pulled a square box of ladies' cigars in midair.
After the box of cigars spun in the air for a few seconds, a long silver-white cigarette jumped out automatically.
Floating in front of Sybill Trelawney.
However, just as the divination professor picked it up hesitantly and put it in his mouth,
— bang,
The oak door outside the principal's office was pushed open violently.
Snape, furious, strode in.
"Snape, can you wait? Sybil and I have something to talk about!" Dumbledore said calmly.
Snape didn't speak, he strode in and stood at the table, staring at the two of them coldly.
Dumbledore had no choice but to raise his hand to signal Professor Trelawney to wait, then pulled a chair over and moved it to Snape's side.
However, Snape obviously didn't appreciate it. After he saw Sybil appear here as expected,
His face twisted to the extreme immediately.
It was an expression of extreme anger, even [Occlumency] could not block it, and the expression of a complete collapse of reason.
Without further ado, Snape took out his wand, pointed at Dumbledore and Trelawney, and shouted,
"Albus! You must give me an explanation."
"Did you already know that this old witch is playing tricks!"
"All prophecies are vague, ambiguous..."
"I'm asking you, Sybill Trelawney!... 13 years ago, did you cooperate with this old guy in acting, deliberately let me hear the half of the prophecy, and then revealed it to the Dark Lord."
Thinking of the old guy's secret tricks over the years... Snape felt even more that he was being used by this old bee, and foolishly gave information to the Dark Lord, killing Lily.
The anger gushing out of his heart almost set the greasy hair on fire.
The magic power is constantly spewing and converging at the tip of the wand.
Trelawney knew that Snape was playing for real, and that this scene was not an empty threat.
She put down the silver-white slender cigar, and after exhaling a long breath, she opened her eyes and looked at Snape, not speaking in the vague, pretentious tone before.
Instead, he no longer concealed it, and asked directly and clearly, just like at the dinner table just now, "Don't you really know, Severus?"
Saying that, without waiting for Snape to continue to react, Trelawney ignored the situation in front of her and directly seemed to vent the anger she had held back for a long time.
She said in a cold and fierce tone, "If you want to ask—did Albus and I deliberately arrange for you to hear the prophecy, kill the Potters, and create a legend about the boy who lived?"
"Then you're downright stupid."
"The prophecy of fate is not a joke! Anyone who tries to straighten the balance of fate will only increase the weight on the other side. I will not do such a stupid thing."
"If we had to say it, Albus and I just knew that Voldemort would know the prophecy and would choose a child who was destined to be..."
"You...you?" Snape was holding his wand trembling.
"After I predicted this matter, it is inevitable! No matter how it will be realized?"
"If there is only one thing I have learned from all these years of divination, it is that when you try to prevent the fate from coming, you will only push it to a worse and terrible ending, but it is exactly the same as the prophecy..."
She said decisively and without hesitation.
Trelawney made no secret of her other side, her aura almost crushed Snape to the ground, as if it was she who was holding the wand and threatening her.
"As soon as we knew the content of the prophecy, we knew we had to find a way to let Voldemort know about it, so we deliberately arranged an interview in a place where people come and go... and the prophecy..."
"But we didn't know at the time that it was Lily and that the predestined child was Harry!"
"I don't know how Harry was chosen by Voldemort"
"It's also unpredictable that what happened that night... would cause a family to be broken, Lily and the others disappeared..."
"We just made the best choice to obey our fate!"
"I can tell you - we did everything we could to prevent those things from happening."
"Remember Snape..."
"All before fate—just a poor buffoon, no one can resist it, and that's the most obvious expression of the limits of any kind of magic we have now!"
"No matter who it is, no one can violate fate, even if that person is Voldemort!"
"Resist fate—that will only make fate come in a more terrifying and ruthless way."
"These 13 years of Voldemort's lingering life, can't prove it to you?"
When Trelawney showed her other side, she became more unscrupulous, and even called the Dark Lord by name, as if Voldemort was like those unknown ordinary wizards in her eyes.
"What did you see? Was it the scene where I told Voldemort the prophecy? ... Did you... meet Lily Evans that night? Could it have been prevented that night?"
Snape shook his head violently, as if remembering something.
After seeing Trelawney nodding slowly to confirm that Lily Evans had indeed had the possibility of surviving, Snape hung down his wand weakly, slumped on the armchair beside him, leaned forward, and held his head with his head bowed.
He let out a terrible low growl, like some kind of wounded animal.
Dumbledore and Trelawney watched him with complicated expressions.
Now the two people in this room are probably the people who know this sad wizard best besides McGuffin.
After a while, Snape finally stood up, staggering like a heavily drunk person, and staggered towards the door.
He needs to get away from here, needs some fresh air.
--boom!
The door was knocked open again.
This time it was Professor McGonagall.
"Professor Dumbledore, I..."
"Ah! Professor Snape - you!"
Professor McGonagall stared at the mist in Snape's pupils. She obviously didn't expect to see such a scene when she came to Dumbledore's office.
This scene was comparable to hearing the news that the Dark Lord disappeared in place because of a one-year-old child.
This made her tongue-tied and froze in place,
Snape obviously didn't expect that he would be so unlucky when he was weakest,
Just bumped into another professor.
The two froze in place together, motionless.
It was Dumbledore who broke the scene.
"Minerva? What do you want from me?"
"Um, uh...Professor! I...I have a problem...Trelawney?"
"You, why are you here!"
Professor McGonagall cleared his throat, finally waking up from his bewildered state of seeing the incredible event of 'Snape crying'.
With a suspicious look on her face, she carefully walked around Professor Snape and came to the back of the room.
But Professor McGonagall unexpectedly saw Sybill Trelawney sitting in front of Dumbledore again.
She was astonished beyond measure.
Trelawney's abnormal behavior at the Christmas banquet, and the headmaster's blunt cover for her... These are the questions Professor McGonagall wants to ask Dumbledore.
Then I linked to the scene of Snape's foggy eyes that I saw just now.
There was a storm in Professor McGonagall's mind, and he didn't know what he was thinking or what to say.
(End of this chapter)
When Harry and Weasley rubbed their stomachs and said goodbye to the Weasleys, they pulled out their chairs and were about to leave.
Professor Trelawney may feel that the character set he lost just now needs to be re-established.
She suddenly screamed loudly.
"Merlin, which one of you was the first to leave your seat? Who?"
It's a bit too much, she is full of embarrassing acting skills with plastic surgery.
Hagrid probably felt something was wrong.
Not to mention Professor McGonagall, she frowned and said deliberately indifferently, "I don't think it makes any difference, unless there is a mad knifeman waiting outside the door, intent on cutting the first person who walks into the hall."
After speaking, McGuffin noticed that the professor stared at Professor Trelawney coldly, trying to discern the guy's reaction.
really……
After seeing Professor McGonagall's eyes, Professor Trelawney looked a little apprehensive, and then became angry. It could be seen that she tried her best to show her offended expression.
It's a pity that it is too exaggerated.
In the end, it was Professor Dumbledore who stood up again and deliberately walked over to Mr. Weasley, discussing with him the nature of the curse of [Spiritual Nightmare], and diverted everyone's attention to it.
Let Professor Trelawney flee in a hurry.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione also went back one after another.
Only McGuffin was left behind by Professor McGonagall because of the magic lamp.
Perhaps because the matter of Professor Trelawney interfered with Professor McGonagall's thoughts, she didn't pursue the matter too much, nor did she confiscate it and take it apart to see what the problem was.
He just asked McGuffin to keep it away, and Harry couldn't let Harry act rashly with this magical alchemy item before Sirius caught it.
The conditions were much better than McGuffin had imagined.
After Professor McGonagall finished ordering McGuffin, the Christmas banquet was almost over.
The Romanian dragon tamers talked about going to the Three Broomsticks to have another meeting in twos and threes. Mr. Weasley and Goodman continued to discuss the qualification of the [Spiritual Nightmare] spell. Charlie seemed to be drunk, and pulled Hagrid with a flushed face to talk loudly about Norbert. Hagrid was so nervous that he didn't even bother to say hello to Harry.
The atmosphere among the faculty and staff was very strange. After Professor Trelawney left, Dumbledore hurriedly ended the topic with Mr. Weasley, left the auditorium, and even forgot about his favorite Christmas banquet singing session.
Snape and Professor McGonagall hurriedly followed.
Filch left some small bones from the dinner table and was feeding Mrs. Norris bit by bit.
Professor Flitwick's face was flushed, and he was held in Professor Sprout's hands. The two seemed to have drank a lot of Sydney juice, soda and whiskey.
This Christmas banquet can be said to end in a very strange atmosphere.
……
"You behaved very strangely today! You are out of standard..."
"Dear Sybil! What's the matter!"
In the Hogwarts principal's office, Dumbledore pulled the armchair over, motioned for Professor Trelawney to sit down, and then talked about what happened at the banquet just now.
"You look panicked!"
Professor Trelawney walked around in a daze, rubbing the skin on the back of his left hand vigorously with his right hand.
It took a long time before he said in a hoarse, palpitating voice, "I foresee something again! Albus!"
"What I saw this time..."
She paused, "... can't understand! I... can't understand!"
"But I could feel the fear, the palpitations ... and the powerlessness it brought me. It was like everything was destined to be drowned in the tide of fate."
"No one can stop it, not even you!"
"Albus, a time we cannot predict, understand - is coming!"
She widened her eyes and said in disbelief.
"Calm down, Sybil!"
"You have to be clear, what exactly did you see?"
"Sit down and talk slowly."
Dumbledore again motioned for Professor Trelawney to sit down.
Perhaps Professor Trelawney finally lost the strength to move around. She trembled and collapsed on the armchair, recalling what she saw in the afternoon in a sleepy tone.
"In the afternoon, I got a prophecy..."
"You know that, Albus!"
"We have already expected that event, and it will happen in the end."
"What do you mean?" Dumbledore asked in a guiding tone.
"Well, the Dark Lord is coming back! This is the first time in years I've had such a clear indication that he's coming back next year."
"However, it's not important..."
"The important thing is... what I saw next..." Trelawney didn't continue, she seemed to be afraid, and she didn't seem to know how to describe what she saw.
Hearing what she meant, Dumbledore was also a little confused.
——For so many years, they have been making one plan after another around the comeback of the Dark Lord, constantly negating, and constantly reading and re-planning, just hoping to see the prophecy continue to move forward as they expected, until they destroy the dark wizard who cannot die.
But now Trelawney said - Voldemort is no longer important!
This?
- What a joke!
Even Dumbledore couldn't accept this matter for a while.
But then he immediately realized something.
Dumbledore urged Trelawney, "Sybil, isn't it... all this... has something to do with McGuffin Albert again!"
Hearing this name, Trelawney struggled with an indescribable expression on her face.
She took off those ridiculous glasses—
The whole face is full of fear and confusion, at a loss.
"Ok!"
After a moment of silence, he hummed with all his strength.
Dumbledore pondered the explosive news.
This is not surprising!
When the centaur came to him to investigate Albert the year before last, it had already indicated that this little wizard had a very different fate.
Especially after that weird centaur magic ceremony, he specifically consulted Trelawney...and other well-known fortune tellers and priests in Europe and Africa.
——That weird dream foretells an unrevealable fate, no matter it... is good or bad, it will come eventually, and it will largely affect the fate of many people.
Dumbledore had been mentally prepared since then, but now it was important for Sybill Trelawney to calm down and figure out what she had seen.
"Calm down, Sybil! Let me get you a box of cigars, tell me your favorite way!"
Dumbledore drew out his wand and pulled a square box of ladies' cigars in midair.
After the box of cigars spun in the air for a few seconds, a long silver-white cigarette jumped out automatically.
Floating in front of Sybill Trelawney.
However, just as the divination professor picked it up hesitantly and put it in his mouth,
— bang,
The oak door outside the principal's office was pushed open violently.
Snape, furious, strode in.
"Snape, can you wait? Sybil and I have something to talk about!" Dumbledore said calmly.
Snape didn't speak, he strode in and stood at the table, staring at the two of them coldly.
Dumbledore had no choice but to raise his hand to signal Professor Trelawney to wait, then pulled a chair over and moved it to Snape's side.
However, Snape obviously didn't appreciate it. After he saw Sybil appear here as expected,
His face twisted to the extreme immediately.
It was an expression of extreme anger, even [Occlumency] could not block it, and the expression of a complete collapse of reason.
Without further ado, Snape took out his wand, pointed at Dumbledore and Trelawney, and shouted,
"Albus! You must give me an explanation."
"Did you already know that this old witch is playing tricks!"
"All prophecies are vague, ambiguous..."
"I'm asking you, Sybill Trelawney!... 13 years ago, did you cooperate with this old guy in acting, deliberately let me hear the half of the prophecy, and then revealed it to the Dark Lord."
Thinking of the old guy's secret tricks over the years... Snape felt even more that he was being used by this old bee, and foolishly gave information to the Dark Lord, killing Lily.
The anger gushing out of his heart almost set the greasy hair on fire.
The magic power is constantly spewing and converging at the tip of the wand.
Trelawney knew that Snape was playing for real, and that this scene was not an empty threat.
She put down the silver-white slender cigar, and after exhaling a long breath, she opened her eyes and looked at Snape, not speaking in the vague, pretentious tone before.
Instead, he no longer concealed it, and asked directly and clearly, just like at the dinner table just now, "Don't you really know, Severus?"
Saying that, without waiting for Snape to continue to react, Trelawney ignored the situation in front of her and directly seemed to vent the anger she had held back for a long time.
She said in a cold and fierce tone, "If you want to ask—did Albus and I deliberately arrange for you to hear the prophecy, kill the Potters, and create a legend about the boy who lived?"
"Then you're downright stupid."
"The prophecy of fate is not a joke! Anyone who tries to straighten the balance of fate will only increase the weight on the other side. I will not do such a stupid thing."
"If we had to say it, Albus and I just knew that Voldemort would know the prophecy and would choose a child who was destined to be..."
"You...you?" Snape was holding his wand trembling.
"After I predicted this matter, it is inevitable! No matter how it will be realized?"
"If there is only one thing I have learned from all these years of divination, it is that when you try to prevent the fate from coming, you will only push it to a worse and terrible ending, but it is exactly the same as the prophecy..."
She said decisively and without hesitation.
Trelawney made no secret of her other side, her aura almost crushed Snape to the ground, as if it was she who was holding the wand and threatening her.
"As soon as we knew the content of the prophecy, we knew we had to find a way to let Voldemort know about it, so we deliberately arranged an interview in a place where people come and go... and the prophecy..."
"But we didn't know at the time that it was Lily and that the predestined child was Harry!"
"I don't know how Harry was chosen by Voldemort"
"It's also unpredictable that what happened that night... would cause a family to be broken, Lily and the others disappeared..."
"We just made the best choice to obey our fate!"
"I can tell you - we did everything we could to prevent those things from happening."
"Remember Snape..."
"All before fate—just a poor buffoon, no one can resist it, and that's the most obvious expression of the limits of any kind of magic we have now!"
"No matter who it is, no one can violate fate, even if that person is Voldemort!"
"Resist fate—that will only make fate come in a more terrifying and ruthless way."
"These 13 years of Voldemort's lingering life, can't prove it to you?"
When Trelawney showed her other side, she became more unscrupulous, and even called the Dark Lord by name, as if Voldemort was like those unknown ordinary wizards in her eyes.
"What did you see? Was it the scene where I told Voldemort the prophecy? ... Did you... meet Lily Evans that night? Could it have been prevented that night?"
Snape shook his head violently, as if remembering something.
After seeing Trelawney nodding slowly to confirm that Lily Evans had indeed had the possibility of surviving, Snape hung down his wand weakly, slumped on the armchair beside him, leaned forward, and held his head with his head bowed.
He let out a terrible low growl, like some kind of wounded animal.
Dumbledore and Trelawney watched him with complicated expressions.
Now the two people in this room are probably the people who know this sad wizard best besides McGuffin.
After a while, Snape finally stood up, staggering like a heavily drunk person, and staggered towards the door.
He needs to get away from here, needs some fresh air.
--boom!
The door was knocked open again.
This time it was Professor McGonagall.
"Professor Dumbledore, I..."
"Ah! Professor Snape - you!"
Professor McGonagall stared at the mist in Snape's pupils. She obviously didn't expect to see such a scene when she came to Dumbledore's office.
This scene was comparable to hearing the news that the Dark Lord disappeared in place because of a one-year-old child.
This made her tongue-tied and froze in place,
Snape obviously didn't expect that he would be so unlucky when he was weakest,
Just bumped into another professor.
The two froze in place together, motionless.
It was Dumbledore who broke the scene.
"Minerva? What do you want from me?"
"Um, uh...Professor! I...I have a problem...Trelawney?"
"You, why are you here!"
Professor McGonagall cleared his throat, finally waking up from his bewildered state of seeing the incredible event of 'Snape crying'.
With a suspicious look on her face, she carefully walked around Professor Snape and came to the back of the room.
But Professor McGonagall unexpectedly saw Sybill Trelawney sitting in front of Dumbledore again.
She was astonished beyond measure.
Trelawney's abnormal behavior at the Christmas banquet, and the headmaster's blunt cover for her... These are the questions Professor McGonagall wants to ask Dumbledore.
Then I linked to the scene of Snape's foggy eyes that I saw just now.
There was a storm in Professor McGonagall's mind, and he didn't know what he was thinking or what to say.
(End of this chapter)
