Chapter 370 After July 1997
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 370 After July 1997
--how is this possible!
This kind of thing, this kind of thing... There are only one or two records left in the myths and legends left over from the Middle Ages.
"Keep watching—" Trelawney's weak voice came from the side.
The scenery around Professor Dumbledore receded rapidly and gradually became blurred.
Then it stopped suddenly.
Still a Muggle city, only sunny...
Dumbledore stood at the sky and looked down.
The ground stinks, the city is divided by a river, and the two sides are clearly separated.
On one side are living corpses huddled together and screaming continuously, a tide of rotting corpses,
They surge against the other side,
There is a front of fire and steel made of Muggle tanks, machine guns and shells,
The smoke was billowing, and the sound of the huge explosion seemed to never stop.
—London?
Then Dumbledore was even more surprised to find that there were wizards involved on both sides... No no no!
wrong!
With all his strength, he directly pulled off his large beard,
Grinning in pain.
No, the magic performed by both sides is very different from what they are doing now.
And those on the other side weren't wizards.
It looks like some ghosts who are not afraid of sunlight and flames,
They're actually doing magic too...
Dumbledore, who has lived for more than 100 years, has never seen such a thing.
But before he could see clearly what happened, the picture continued to fade away, turning quickly...
Next, Trelawney showed him a series of tragic disasters.
——It's all a war between muggles and wizards, even all intelligent creatures on this planet, and other completely different monsters.
Those monsters are distorted and terrifying, beyond people's imagination and understanding.
The scale is grand, and it is endless with human beings.
Even if there are one or two peaceful urban scenes occasionally, it can be seen that the wizarding world and Muggle society have been completely integrated, but there are disturbing events surging underneath, strange magic, inexplicable monsters, and ubiquitous attacks, killings... always accompany the pictures.
"This—what the hell is going on?"
Dumbledore exhaled slowly, he could now understand why Professor Trelawney had been panicked from just now.
Even in the myths and legends left over from the wizarding era in the Middle Ages, these things have never been recorded.
And those monsters... were not simply created by black magic transformations.
Dumbledore recalled the memory he showed to Snape, Lupine and the little wizards some time ago,
——The incident where the female singer I met at the Muggle Opera House broke through the boundaries of magic many years ago.
That's right, that desertification... is indescribable, full of tentacles and corpses fused together, and monsters that can use weird magic and are full of desire to attack.
That's right, those distorted shadows, huge monsters in the sea, walking corpses that use magic under the sun, monsters turned into flesh and blood... Looking at it this way, they all seem to be products that have broken through the boundaries of magic.
--how is this possible?
This kind of thing is rare and rare, almost comparable to, no,... even rarer than the Philosopher's Stone.
That's why the Ministry of Magic can keep it secret, keep it sealed and kept secret, and only the Department of Mysteries conducts research.
The indescribable scene gradually disappeared, passing Dumbledore's eyes more and more quickly, until after a burst of dazzling white light, they stood on the floor of the Hogwarts headmaster's office again.
The surrounding walls, tables and chairs, oil paintings and all environments are reassembled little by little like a torn painting,
Restore.
At last the fire was burning again, making noise, and no longer standing still.
"Sybyl, you say Voldemort is no longer important...I see what that means."
"In comparison, Voldemort is really nothing."
"Are those wars and different disaster scenarios the fate of the future? Is it a scene that must come?"
"War, is it inevitable?"
"And those monsters!"
Dumbledore asked hoarsely, very anxiously.
Trelawney made no reply and remained silent.
So he looked up and saw—
Sybill Trelawney's body was twisted into a hemp rope and floated in the air, silver mist was inhaled continuously from her mouth and nose,
Finally, she let out a muffled grunt, and all the silver mist was exhaled again, forming a few lines of twisted and wriggling ancient Latin alphabet verses in midair. (The verse is composed of silver caterpillars transformed from silver mist)
-
1999, over July
The incomprehensible, the terror will fall from the sky,
All unknown centuries will be resurrected for it,
Before that, there have been early omens that IMA will rule the Quartet in the name of happiness and peace.
-
Before Dumbledore took a closer look, these worms that wriggled and changed into words immediately petrified into cocoons, split their bodies, stretched out their wings, and turned into silver moths, flapping their wings and disappearing in midair.
After living for nearly a century, it was the first time Dumbledore saw such a thing.
Even he, dumbfounded, could only wave his wand to save Professor Trelawney, who was still writhing and floating in mid-air.
"Sybil!"
Dumbledore used the spell carefully, helping Professor Trelawney calm down the violent tangled magic in her little by little, and then awakened her.
"Dear Sybil! What's the matter? What's all that... and what's the matter at the end? You're not acting?"
It was also difficult for Dumbledore to remain calm about this kind of thing that was far beyond comprehension.
Professor Trelawney was trembling, and it took her a long time to recover, and she said tremblingly, "I don't know, Albus!"
"I don't want to look back again!... All those disasters, wars, are what I saw that was influenced by the last poem."
"In the world between the future and reality, I can only see these."
"These things are not real, nor are they a certain destiny. They are just multiple possibilities in the future that are unfolding in front of us, but you have also seen that their general direction will not change."
"No matter what, the future will undergo earth-shaking changes.——This is an unstoppable trend..."
"Albus Dumbledore! The only thing I can tell you is..."
"I was trying to predict the dream of MacGuffin Albert caused by the ancient ritual of the centaur, and what kind of communication he would have with Voldemort and Harry in the future. I got that prophetic poem, and then felt all this through it..."
"Just like everything I saw not long ago, Voldemort will rise, but what happened between him and Harry may just be a prelude to the grand chapter of this world's destiny, or the epilogue of the final destiny of the old world..."
"In 1999, before July, it will definitely be completely over, giving way to the ever-surge of fate in the world..."
"Even if it doesn't, it doesn't matter!"
"You saw it too! Dumbledore, those monsters... No one can stand alone in the face of that war. The wizarding world and Muggle society will definitely reintegrate together, no matter what method is used, no matter who is in the hands of the dominance!"
"Wizards who believe in Voldemort's pure-blood supremacy will be crushed by it!"
Trelawney's words made Dumbledore notice another thing, "Is it July 1999? That was the day Harry and the others graduated."
"Well, that's why I said it wasn't a coincidence." Trelawney limped and trembled, and walked out the door.
"You'd better not tell about Dumbledore, no one will believe it... even if that's what you said.
"This is a fortune teller's advice!"
"Also, I hate Snape, but he's right about one thing. You'd better keep an eye out for that student, MacGuffin Albert, who has everything to do with it!"
……
Hermione couldn't believe that Professor McGonagall was indifferent to the magic lamp, and just let McGuffin and Harry go.
This caused a complete reversal of positions between Harry, Ron and Hermione.
Harry and the two were laughing from ear to ear, while Hermione couldn't help being angry.
She still believes that the magic lamp of unknown origin needs to be disassembled for inspection, or temporarily confiscated by the professor.
The difference between each other's positions, coupled with the fact that Scabbers' hair loss became more serious, made Ron very angry with Hermione, thinking that she didn't take good care of that stupid cat of Crookshanks and frightened Scabbers into such a situation.
"It's been in my pet pocket..."
After Hermione had a big fight with Ron, she started avoiding the common room as much as possible.
Harry and Ron thought she had taken refuge in the library, but McGuffin knew that Hermione was studying directly in the common room during their absence, via the Time-Turner.
On the other hand, regarding the matter of Scabbers, to be honest, it was Ron's own fault. He and Harry had gone crazy in the past two days.
Go to Hagrid's every day and hang out with that (Padfoot) big black dog on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
According to this fellow Ron, he even picked up some Qinyou tree-shaped mushrooms with the help of Padfoot.
This thing was worth three or four galleons a plant, which made Ron so happy that he dragged Harry to Hagrid to find Padfoot and Hagrid.
McGuffin guessed that the old rat Scabbers (Peter Pettigrew) could smell Sirius, and he was probably going crazy with Ron.
As for McGuffin, he didn't have much spare time. After an unpleasant meeting with Snape in the hallway, he decided that he had to get out the werewolf suppression device quickly.
He felt that Snape hated him more and more.
The general idea is that MacGuffin already has it.
All in all, shortly after New Year's Day, when other students went back to school, Gryffindor Tower was crowded and noisy again.
The little wizards regret that they didn't see the dragon cake dessert created by the Froomes.
They asked Ron Harry and the others one after another, which made the two very happy.
On the eve of the semester, Professor Lupine finally recovered.
McGuffin and Harry's [Occlumency] and [Patronus Charm] courses can also continue.
Snape's growing dislike of McGuffin was not his illusion.
When school was about to start, one night in the history of magic classroom, when MacGuffin and Harry were standing together, Snape actually didn't care about Harry, but tried again and again to break through the defenses in McGuffin's mind through [Insanity].
"enough!"
After several times of persuasion to no avail, Professor Lupine could only raise his wand to separate the two directly.
"well done!"
Snape held his nose, stared fiercely at the McGuffin in front of him and growled, and left after speaking, but the nosebleeds still couldn't stop leaving traces along the way, and his robes were even more bloodstained.
The same was true for McGuffin, he hastily dripped Madam Pomfrey's special hemostatic potion into his nostrils, and then quickly pinched his nose, trying to stop the urge to sneeze due to the itching of the potion.
"What's wrong with this guy!? How did you offend him, McGuffin?" Harry asked curiously.
"I don't—don't know—"
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
McGuffin quickly covered his mouth and nose with his hands, but he didn't expect that this would have another consequence, the nosebleed directly splashed back on his own face.
——It can be said to be a real 'nosebleed nozzle'!
"FK! Unlucky!!"
McGuffin swung his hands cursingly, and quickly cast the cleaning spell to clean up the blood left on his face, body, and the ground.
Professor Lupine next to him also had a sick look, smiling weakly, not to mention Harry, who almost fell to the ground.
"Okay!" Lupine said, "Let's continue the teaching just now. You must find the most unforgettable happy memories of yourself, strengthen them, arouse all the feelings in your brain, and then inject magic power to cast the spell... Albert, you should be most aware of the method of the curse;"
"Don't worry, just like what Professor Dumbledore showed you at the beginning through his own memory... After many times of training, you will definitely master the key to casting the spell, but you must be careful to control your emotions and magic power, so as not to lose control."
"Professor, the dementors are gone, do we still need to learn?"
Harry waved his wand and spewed a cloud of silvery-white gas, frustrated by his lack of progress for so many days.
"I hope you can see this as a useful charm and not to prevent dementors..."
"In the magic world, there are many dark creatures like dementors that attack human hearts and souls. Even wizards will imitate the talents of these monsters to invent black magic spells. Even when you are facing desperation... any spell is not as good as the hope that exists in the hearts of human beings to keep you alive."
"Not only me, but Professor Dumbledore also thinks the same way, you have to understand this."
"Okay, let's continue!"
In addition to Lupine's small class to keep them busy, Wood's return also brought Quidditch training back to Harry's life.
But from the look on his face, Wood's interviews with Puddlemere United and the Hornets went well.
……
After school started normally, McGuffin always felt that something was wrong.
Leaving aside Snape's hostility towards himself, it actually surpassed his dislike of Harry.
And in the first divination class of the new semester, Professor Trelawney also had some problems,
She deliberately ignored McGuffin, and even because Harry was sitting next to her, she didn't even do the things she usually liked to play tricks and scare him.
Even if she accidentally looked at McGuffin occasionally, the old hag with a split personality trembled, and immediately looked away, as if she was afraid of him.
Strange more than that,
When it was the turn of Professor McGonagall's transformation class, McGuffin confirmed that something he didn't know was happening. He could see that Professor McGonagall focused a large part of his attention on him.
He asked McGuffin to answer questions and demonstrate Transfiguration over and over again, instead of picking Hermione who was on the sidelines as usual.
After class, Hermione was puzzled, and complained in confusion, "Why? McGuffin! What did you do?"
She was stuffing the book into her bag with all her might.
It's a pity that there are too many books and the schoolbag can't fit.
"Isn't that obvious? Professor McGonagall hates snitches too... that's why he ignored you!" said Ron.
Hermione put her schoolbag back on her shoulders angrily, ignored Ron and walked away.
"She still doesn't realize her fault." Ron glared at Hermione's back angrily.
Harry stared at the divination book that Hermione forgot to take with some doubts.
"Hermione looks as tired as Lupine. And how can she have so many classes at once?"
(End of this chapter)
--how is this possible!
This kind of thing, this kind of thing... There are only one or two records left in the myths and legends left over from the Middle Ages.
"Keep watching—" Trelawney's weak voice came from the side.
The scenery around Professor Dumbledore receded rapidly and gradually became blurred.
Then it stopped suddenly.
Still a Muggle city, only sunny...
Dumbledore stood at the sky and looked down.
The ground stinks, the city is divided by a river, and the two sides are clearly separated.
On one side are living corpses huddled together and screaming continuously, a tide of rotting corpses,
They surge against the other side,
There is a front of fire and steel made of Muggle tanks, machine guns and shells,
The smoke was billowing, and the sound of the huge explosion seemed to never stop.
—London?
Then Dumbledore was even more surprised to find that there were wizards involved on both sides... No no no!
wrong!
With all his strength, he directly pulled off his large beard,
Grinning in pain.
No, the magic performed by both sides is very different from what they are doing now.
And those on the other side weren't wizards.
It looks like some ghosts who are not afraid of sunlight and flames,
They're actually doing magic too...
Dumbledore, who has lived for more than 100 years, has never seen such a thing.
But before he could see clearly what happened, the picture continued to fade away, turning quickly...
Next, Trelawney showed him a series of tragic disasters.
——It's all a war between muggles and wizards, even all intelligent creatures on this planet, and other completely different monsters.
Those monsters are distorted and terrifying, beyond people's imagination and understanding.
The scale is grand, and it is endless with human beings.
Even if there are one or two peaceful urban scenes occasionally, it can be seen that the wizarding world and Muggle society have been completely integrated, but there are disturbing events surging underneath, strange magic, inexplicable monsters, and ubiquitous attacks, killings... always accompany the pictures.
"This—what the hell is going on?"
Dumbledore exhaled slowly, he could now understand why Professor Trelawney had been panicked from just now.
Even in the myths and legends left over from the wizarding era in the Middle Ages, these things have never been recorded.
And those monsters... were not simply created by black magic transformations.
Dumbledore recalled the memory he showed to Snape, Lupine and the little wizards some time ago,
——The incident where the female singer I met at the Muggle Opera House broke through the boundaries of magic many years ago.
That's right, that desertification... is indescribable, full of tentacles and corpses fused together, and monsters that can use weird magic and are full of desire to attack.
That's right, those distorted shadows, huge monsters in the sea, walking corpses that use magic under the sun, monsters turned into flesh and blood... Looking at it this way, they all seem to be products that have broken through the boundaries of magic.
--how is this possible?
This kind of thing is rare and rare, almost comparable to, no,... even rarer than the Philosopher's Stone.
That's why the Ministry of Magic can keep it secret, keep it sealed and kept secret, and only the Department of Mysteries conducts research.
The indescribable scene gradually disappeared, passing Dumbledore's eyes more and more quickly, until after a burst of dazzling white light, they stood on the floor of the Hogwarts headmaster's office again.
The surrounding walls, tables and chairs, oil paintings and all environments are reassembled little by little like a torn painting,
Restore.
At last the fire was burning again, making noise, and no longer standing still.
"Sybyl, you say Voldemort is no longer important...I see what that means."
"In comparison, Voldemort is really nothing."
"Are those wars and different disaster scenarios the fate of the future? Is it a scene that must come?"
"War, is it inevitable?"
"And those monsters!"
Dumbledore asked hoarsely, very anxiously.
Trelawney made no reply and remained silent.
So he looked up and saw—
Sybill Trelawney's body was twisted into a hemp rope and floated in the air, silver mist was inhaled continuously from her mouth and nose,
Finally, she let out a muffled grunt, and all the silver mist was exhaled again, forming a few lines of twisted and wriggling ancient Latin alphabet verses in midair. (The verse is composed of silver caterpillars transformed from silver mist)
-
1999, over July
The incomprehensible, the terror will fall from the sky,
All unknown centuries will be resurrected for it,
Before that, there have been early omens that IMA will rule the Quartet in the name of happiness and peace.
-
Before Dumbledore took a closer look, these worms that wriggled and changed into words immediately petrified into cocoons, split their bodies, stretched out their wings, and turned into silver moths, flapping their wings and disappearing in midair.
After living for nearly a century, it was the first time Dumbledore saw such a thing.
Even he, dumbfounded, could only wave his wand to save Professor Trelawney, who was still writhing and floating in mid-air.
"Sybil!"
Dumbledore used the spell carefully, helping Professor Trelawney calm down the violent tangled magic in her little by little, and then awakened her.
"Dear Sybil! What's the matter? What's all that... and what's the matter at the end? You're not acting?"
It was also difficult for Dumbledore to remain calm about this kind of thing that was far beyond comprehension.
Professor Trelawney was trembling, and it took her a long time to recover, and she said tremblingly, "I don't know, Albus!"
"I don't want to look back again!... All those disasters, wars, are what I saw that was influenced by the last poem."
"In the world between the future and reality, I can only see these."
"These things are not real, nor are they a certain destiny. They are just multiple possibilities in the future that are unfolding in front of us, but you have also seen that their general direction will not change."
"No matter what, the future will undergo earth-shaking changes.——This is an unstoppable trend..."
"Albus Dumbledore! The only thing I can tell you is..."
"I was trying to predict the dream of MacGuffin Albert caused by the ancient ritual of the centaur, and what kind of communication he would have with Voldemort and Harry in the future. I got that prophetic poem, and then felt all this through it..."
"Just like everything I saw not long ago, Voldemort will rise, but what happened between him and Harry may just be a prelude to the grand chapter of this world's destiny, or the epilogue of the final destiny of the old world..."
"In 1999, before July, it will definitely be completely over, giving way to the ever-surge of fate in the world..."
"Even if it doesn't, it doesn't matter!"
"You saw it too! Dumbledore, those monsters... No one can stand alone in the face of that war. The wizarding world and Muggle society will definitely reintegrate together, no matter what method is used, no matter who is in the hands of the dominance!"
"Wizards who believe in Voldemort's pure-blood supremacy will be crushed by it!"
Trelawney's words made Dumbledore notice another thing, "Is it July 1999? That was the day Harry and the others graduated."
"Well, that's why I said it wasn't a coincidence." Trelawney limped and trembled, and walked out the door.
"You'd better not tell about Dumbledore, no one will believe it... even if that's what you said.
"This is a fortune teller's advice!"
"Also, I hate Snape, but he's right about one thing. You'd better keep an eye out for that student, MacGuffin Albert, who has everything to do with it!"
……
Hermione couldn't believe that Professor McGonagall was indifferent to the magic lamp, and just let McGuffin and Harry go.
This caused a complete reversal of positions between Harry, Ron and Hermione.
Harry and the two were laughing from ear to ear, while Hermione couldn't help being angry.
She still believes that the magic lamp of unknown origin needs to be disassembled for inspection, or temporarily confiscated by the professor.
The difference between each other's positions, coupled with the fact that Scabbers' hair loss became more serious, made Ron very angry with Hermione, thinking that she didn't take good care of that stupid cat of Crookshanks and frightened Scabbers into such a situation.
"It's been in my pet pocket..."
After Hermione had a big fight with Ron, she started avoiding the common room as much as possible.
Harry and Ron thought she had taken refuge in the library, but McGuffin knew that Hermione was studying directly in the common room during their absence, via the Time-Turner.
On the other hand, regarding the matter of Scabbers, to be honest, it was Ron's own fault. He and Harry had gone crazy in the past two days.
Go to Hagrid's every day and hang out with that (Padfoot) big black dog on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
According to this fellow Ron, he even picked up some Qinyou tree-shaped mushrooms with the help of Padfoot.
This thing was worth three or four galleons a plant, which made Ron so happy that he dragged Harry to Hagrid to find Padfoot and Hagrid.
McGuffin guessed that the old rat Scabbers (Peter Pettigrew) could smell Sirius, and he was probably going crazy with Ron.
As for McGuffin, he didn't have much spare time. After an unpleasant meeting with Snape in the hallway, he decided that he had to get out the werewolf suppression device quickly.
He felt that Snape hated him more and more.
The general idea is that MacGuffin already has it.
All in all, shortly after New Year's Day, when other students went back to school, Gryffindor Tower was crowded and noisy again.
The little wizards regret that they didn't see the dragon cake dessert created by the Froomes.
They asked Ron Harry and the others one after another, which made the two very happy.
On the eve of the semester, Professor Lupine finally recovered.
McGuffin and Harry's [Occlumency] and [Patronus Charm] courses can also continue.
Snape's growing dislike of McGuffin was not his illusion.
When school was about to start, one night in the history of magic classroom, when MacGuffin and Harry were standing together, Snape actually didn't care about Harry, but tried again and again to break through the defenses in McGuffin's mind through [Insanity].
"enough!"
After several times of persuasion to no avail, Professor Lupine could only raise his wand to separate the two directly.
"well done!"
Snape held his nose, stared fiercely at the McGuffin in front of him and growled, and left after speaking, but the nosebleeds still couldn't stop leaving traces along the way, and his robes were even more bloodstained.
The same was true for McGuffin, he hastily dripped Madam Pomfrey's special hemostatic potion into his nostrils, and then quickly pinched his nose, trying to stop the urge to sneeze due to the itching of the potion.
"What's wrong with this guy!? How did you offend him, McGuffin?" Harry asked curiously.
"I don't—don't know—"
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
McGuffin quickly covered his mouth and nose with his hands, but he didn't expect that this would have another consequence, the nosebleed directly splashed back on his own face.
——It can be said to be a real 'nosebleed nozzle'!
"FK! Unlucky!!"
McGuffin swung his hands cursingly, and quickly cast the cleaning spell to clean up the blood left on his face, body, and the ground.
Professor Lupine next to him also had a sick look, smiling weakly, not to mention Harry, who almost fell to the ground.
"Okay!" Lupine said, "Let's continue the teaching just now. You must find the most unforgettable happy memories of yourself, strengthen them, arouse all the feelings in your brain, and then inject magic power to cast the spell... Albert, you should be most aware of the method of the curse;"
"Don't worry, just like what Professor Dumbledore showed you at the beginning through his own memory... After many times of training, you will definitely master the key to casting the spell, but you must be careful to control your emotions and magic power, so as not to lose control."
"Professor, the dementors are gone, do we still need to learn?"
Harry waved his wand and spewed a cloud of silvery-white gas, frustrated by his lack of progress for so many days.
"I hope you can see this as a useful charm and not to prevent dementors..."
"In the magic world, there are many dark creatures like dementors that attack human hearts and souls. Even wizards will imitate the talents of these monsters to invent black magic spells. Even when you are facing desperation... any spell is not as good as the hope that exists in the hearts of human beings to keep you alive."
"Not only me, but Professor Dumbledore also thinks the same way, you have to understand this."
"Okay, let's continue!"
In addition to Lupine's small class to keep them busy, Wood's return also brought Quidditch training back to Harry's life.
But from the look on his face, Wood's interviews with Puddlemere United and the Hornets went well.
……
After school started normally, McGuffin always felt that something was wrong.
Leaving aside Snape's hostility towards himself, it actually surpassed his dislike of Harry.
And in the first divination class of the new semester, Professor Trelawney also had some problems,
She deliberately ignored McGuffin, and even because Harry was sitting next to her, she didn't even do the things she usually liked to play tricks and scare him.
Even if she accidentally looked at McGuffin occasionally, the old hag with a split personality trembled, and immediately looked away, as if she was afraid of him.
Strange more than that,
When it was the turn of Professor McGonagall's transformation class, McGuffin confirmed that something he didn't know was happening. He could see that Professor McGonagall focused a large part of his attention on him.
He asked McGuffin to answer questions and demonstrate Transfiguration over and over again, instead of picking Hermione who was on the sidelines as usual.
After class, Hermione was puzzled, and complained in confusion, "Why? McGuffin! What did you do?"
She was stuffing the book into her bag with all her might.
It's a pity that there are too many books and the schoolbag can't fit.
"Isn't that obvious? Professor McGonagall hates snitches too... that's why he ignored you!" said Ron.
Hermione put her schoolbag back on her shoulders angrily, ignored Ron and walked away.
"She still doesn't realize her fault." Ron glared at Hermione's back angrily.
Harry stared at the divination book that Hermione forgot to take with some doubts.
"Hermione looks as tired as Lupine. And how can she have so many classes at once?"
(End of this chapter)
