Chapter 450 Celtic Cross Formation

"My dear, sit here." Trelawney waved the wand in her hand, and an invisible force gently brought the tarot cards and crystal ball to the table. "Do you know the method of interpreting dreams?"

Rogge sat opposite her and shook his head slowly. He has no interest in divination. If it were not to appease Daphne's worries, he would not come to see her as a "magic stick".

He stared at Trelawney's eyes behind the lenses and thought to himself: "It seems a bit excessive to judge her with a magic stick."

Granted, she may not have been a very good professor, because it only takes a year of divination for students to see divination for what it is: first to intimidate, then to comfort.

However, Trelawney once made a prophecy about Voldemort, and even Dumbledore believed it. From this point of view, she is undoubtedly the kind of fortune-teller who does not open for three years, and eats for three years after opening.

"Rogg, as a wizard, divination is an indispensable skill." She leaned forward and stared at him with burning eyes. "Dreams may be a reflection of reality, or they may be a prediction of the future. Have you ever experienced this? experience..."

Her voice gradually became lighter, like a wisp of smoke lingering in her ears: "It's the first time you come to a strange place, the first time you meet a strange person, but you feel like you have been there before. Saw it.”

"No." Rogge's answer was firm and clear, leaving no room for her to explain. "Professor, I think I read too many books, so it turned into a dream in my sleep."

"Then, why don't you share your dream with me?" She sensed that Rogge wanted to pull away and immediately held his hand. "On your left is a crystal ball, which can reflect the secrets deep in your heart; and To your right are the Tarot cards, which reveal the threads of destiny.”

Rogge sighed helplessly and raised his right hand habitually. Trelawney smiled knowingly at him. Sure enough, no one would show his heart to the outside world easily.

She then handed over a pen and paper, indicating that he should record his dream diary. At the same time, she waved her magic wand, and the 78 tarot cards flew in the air and were rearranged.

Rogge put down his quill and cooperated: "So, do I need to draw 3 cards now?"

"No, we need 10." Trelawny tapped the tip of the wand on the table, and the empty spaces of the cross card array instantly appeared in front of Rogge. "This is the Celtic cross card array. Each position represents a different meaning. ”

"First, draw a center card, which represents the core of the problem."

Rogge complied with her request, randomly selected a card from the card library, and placed it in the center of the cross card array.

"Next, the second card is placed across the center card, which will reveal the truth hidden beneath the surface..."

Trelawney's voice was low and mysterious. She instructed Rogge on the position of each card while explaining the role of each card in the tarot array.

The atmosphere in the room became increasingly dense and full of unknowable mystery, so much so that Daphne was completely immersed in this divination ritual, and even began to consider going to the library later to find some magic books about Tarot cards for further study.

"Fool!" Trelawney's voice lowered, her eyes locked firmly on Rogge, with an unquestionable seriousness in her tone, "You made a wrong decision. This It may lead to disaster and misfortune.”

"Well, doesn't it represent a new beginning..." Before Rogge could finish his words, Trelawny's nervous and slightly crazy eyes made him swallow the rest of his words. He thought to himself: "Okay, I withdraw my doubts. You are a fortune teller, and what you say makes sense."

Queen, Death, Justice, Tower, Wheel of Fortune, Stars, Judgment, Power, Lovers... Trelawney turned over the remaining Tarot cards in turn, and the contents of the interpretation were just as Rogge expected, all the way towards disaster and misfortune. galloping away in the direction of

Rogge dared to assure Merlin that if Trelawney was the driver of the train of destiny, she would have stepped on the accelerator by now, taking all the passengers straight towards destruction.

Finally, Trelawney picked up Rogge's dream diary and saw the symbol of a snakebite drawn on it, which is a mysterious symbol that symbolizes infinite loops and eternity.

After a few seconds of silence, Trelawney seemed to be possessed, breaking the silence with a hoarse and trembling voice: "In your dream, the tail-biting snake symbolizes the cycle of destruction and rebirth. It symbolizes the cycle of destruction and rebirth. Echoing the Wheel of Fortune and the Grim Reaper.”

"Deep in your heart, you long to seek balance and justice, but you are disappointed in the destruction one after another. Collapsed towers, falling stars..."

"Roger!" She suddenly raised her voice and shouted loudly. The voice echoed in the quiet classroom, startling both Roger and Daphne, "I foresee an unfortunate time in your future."

She held the edge of the table tightly with both hands, leaned her upper body forward, and stared at Rogge closely: "Death and darkness are sneaking behind you!"

The classroom fell into an eerie silence for an instant, and the only thing that could be heard was the subtle sound of the big teapot steaming. Rogge was not sure whether Trelawny was talking nonsense at this moment, or whether he had really entered some kind of psychic state.

"Unfortunately?" He secretly clenched his wand, then stood up and said firmly: "Thank you, Professor. If misfortune does happen in the future, then it should be the misfortune itself that feels unfortunate."

"Let's go." He held Daphne's hand, brought her back to reality from her daze, and walked out of the divination class together.

It wasn't until she walked out of the north tower that Daphne seemed to wake up from a dream and asked slightly dully: "Roger, the professor's divination..."

"Don't take it to heart." Rogge comforted her with a smile, trying to ease her worries. "I heard that Trelawney makes some predictions every time she attends class, but how accurate is her accuracy?"

"Ah..." Daphne recalled carefully. Indeed, Trelawney's predictions were not accurate every time. "But, what if this prediction comes true?"

Rogge shook his head firmly, "She only interprets the bad aspects, never the good ones. There should be books about tarot card divination in the library. You can go and compare them to see if her interpretation is wrong." Biased.”

Daphne responded and silently followed Rogge, seemingly still thinking about Trelawney's prophecy. She followed him to the door of the dormitory, unaware that there was anything wrong with her behavior.

Rogge leaned his right arm on the door frame and invited with a smile: "Are you going to come in with me?"

The other boys looked over curiously, with unclear smiles in their eyes. Rogge glared at them, and they all looked away and went back to the dormitory to do their own things.

Daphne's cheeks suddenly turned red. How could she follow her? She was so embarrassed that she didn't know what to do, and left without any explanation. Looking at her leaving back, a warm smile appeared at the corner of Rogge's mouth.

Of the girls around him, Daphne was the cutest. She is extremely comfortable to get along with and can even bully her a little.

Rogge closed the door and used magic to make the books and manuscripts return to their places automatically. He has found the source of the immortal side effects of the blood curse, and his next task is to study how to eliminate the beastly effect in the spell.

This is undoubtedly a difficult subject, but the more difficult it is, the more Roger wants to challenge it.

Before starting his research, he had two things to do. First, organize the manuscript for treating Nagini into a formal potions paper and submit it to Mr. Snape for review.

Secondly, his mental state was indeed a bit obsessed some time ago and he needs to reassure those who care about him.

He believed that after Madam Pomfrey and Professor Trelawney's double certification, others would no longer suspect that he was sick.

Fleur was lying on the bed with a charming blush on her skin. She said softly: "It seems that you are really not sick. In the past few days, there have been many rumors about your illness in Hogwarts."

She kissed him tenderly and asked curiously: "But can you tell me what exactly you are studying? Those few days without anyone around seemed really scary."

"Blood Curse, an ancient blood magic." Rogge and her enjoyed each other intimately and explained softly: "It can make the cursed witch turn into an animal, and finally completely transform into a beast, losing all memories of being a wizard. "

"Blood Orc!" Fleur couldn't help but scream, and then she quickly bit the pillow to prevent the sound from reaching the next door and being noticed by other female classmates.

After a while, she regained her composure and then asked: "Why do you study it? Blood Warcraft are not popular in the magic world. In the past, wizards would regard them as magical animals."

"A few years ago, I found a completely beast-like Blood Demon Orc in the circus." Rogge recalled Nagini, who briefly returned to human form during the last full moon, and her graceful figure could not help but appear in his mind.

"Hmm..." Fleur snorted, sensitively aware of the reason for Rogge's sudden force, "Do you know it? Was it originally a witch?"

"How did you know?"

Fu Rong rolled her eyes at him and said with a slightly heavy breath: "Your soft body has hardened again faster than before, and your strength is also greater."

She gently stroked Roger's back, secretly leaned into his ear, and asked in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Has she been cured by you?"

"No, it's only partially cured..."

"Which part? The upper part or the lower part?" Fleur probed in depth quite openly, seeming to be very interested in the Blood Warcraft man.

"You..." Rogge stopped and looked at her with some confusion.

Fleur turned over and pushed her hair back. She took Rogge's hand and put it on her chest. As she moved, she said, "He's just a Blood Warcraft man. Do you think I will care?"

She expresses her thoughts unabashedly and is completely unconcerned with the current trend of promoting equality in the wizarding world. In her eyes, the Blood Warcraft is just a research object of Rogge. In the first half of this century, it could only be considered a toy.

Do you want to be jealous of a toy? Even if the other party appears on the bed now, Furong will only use her as a prop to enhance her interest.

"You haven't told me what research you were doing on her before?" A bright smile appeared on her face, and she kept accelerating the rhythm of shaking.

When Rogge heard her words, he felt a deeper stimulation and responded to her harder.

His breath became heavier and he responded in a low voice: "After she changed from animal form back to human form, her body and appearance showed no signs of aging. The moment the blood curse completely transformed her into a beast, it also completely solidified her human form. In other words, the blood curse has the side effect of immortality."

"Ah!?" Fleur couldn't help but screamed, as if her body and mind had soared into the clouds. No matter how many times she fought, she always came back defeated and surrendered willingly.

"Immortal?" A trace of desire flashed in her eyes. After all, no woman can resist the temptation of eternal youth.

"That's right." Rogge nodded firmly, his tone full of confidence, "I am confident that I can fully analyze it and then use magic potion to reproduce its side effects."

He gently held Furong's face and looked into her eyes seriously: "One hundred years, one thousand years, ten thousand years... you will be like a rose that never fades, always by my side."

Tears of emotion flashed in the corners of Fleur's eyes, and she kissed him passionately, using all her strength to express the love in her heart. For the first time, Rogge did not leave Beauxbatons' carriage. He was really locked by Fleur.

Although he was very secretive every time he entered and exited the carriage, even with Fleur's help, even Beauxbatons' principal Madame Maxime was not aware of his presence.

However, the inexplicable shaking of the carriage from time to time finally aroused the curiosity and alertness of the witches. At first, they suspected that there was something wrong with the carriage structure, but later they speculated that other wizards might be causing trouble.

Rogge couldn't help laughing when he learned about this from Fleur. He messed with it, but it really didn't mess up. To blame, you have to blame the wheel for being round instead of square.

As the third game approached, Rogge also began to curb his behavior and no longer frequently went to Fleur to learn foreign languages. The real drama of this school year is about to begin.

The Quidditch pitch outside the castle was recently off limits, leading many to speculate that the final venue might be there. In addition to the referees from the Ministry of Magic, relatives of the warriors also began to come to watch the game.

Barbara took Gabrielle and was picky about every detail of Hogwarts Castle: "Look at these tattered eaves, look at these slow steps... Oh my God, you actually put the owl loft in next door!"

If it weren't for the increasingly beautiful Fleur by her side, Barbara would definitely be everyone's least welcome guest. However, Peeves in the castle doesn't care if the witch is beautiful. It laughed and threw a stink bomb, causing a stink everywhere and causing everyone to flee the scene at all costs.

"Roger, the environment here is really bad." Barbara covered her nose with a handkerchief and walked across the courtyard under the angry eyes of the students.

There was a hint of dissatisfaction in her tone, and she gave an unceremonious lesson: "Besides, the students at Hogwarts have no manners. On this point, you should learn from Beauxbatons."

"Of course, we Fleur, as warriors of the French magic community, you can ask her for advice on how to be a graceful wizard." Barbara continued.

Rogge touched his nose and responded softly: "I will ask Fleur for advice often."

Fleur rolled her eyes at Rogge charmingly. She knew in her heart that the "asking for advice" that Rogge said was completely different. Her sister Gabrielle looked at them with unkind eyes, obviously thinking of some inappropriate scenes for children.

Barbara smiled and nodded, and asked directly: "Roger, after Fleur graduates this year, how about working with you?"

After years of development, the Travis family has expanded from the Flash Golem House to cover all aspects of magic potions, magic props, drinks, snacks, etc.

Although some businesses belonged to the Jackdaw Magic Society, she knew very well that the Travis family occupied a high share in it. Especially the recently launched emerald water has made all witches crazy about it.

She valued Rogge himself more than the wealth of the already built luxurious manor and Gringotts vault. As long as he is around, making money has never been easier.