Chapter 346 The Divination Classroom Lights Up
No, it doesn't make sense at all—
Why doesn't it make sense?
It's impossible for my parents to be together again, let alone have another child? You don't understand, my bastard father... He has always hated children, and he has long since lost interest in my mother...
In the potion preparation room, Maca was leaning against the wall and sitting on the hospital bed, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, but his face was calm. 【】
On the contrary, Snape, who was always gloomy on weekdays, seemed quite irritable.
Now that things are going on, how could a younger sister suddenly appear? There must be something wrong... I remember Kingsley mentioned that that woman was suspicious.
So, when did your parents leave? Maca said calmly.
Snape frowned, sighed and said, I know what you mean... Yes, if you just look at the time, it's not impossible... Before that bastard Muggle left, he also meant to go to America...
So, after your father left, your mother also chased after him...isn't it? Maca continued to ask.
It's useless to chase after him. That guy... doesn't like people or things related to magic at all... Snape said sullenly, No, he doesn't like anything very much. He has always been a boring guy.
Anyway... I still suggest you to take a look at that photo. Maka raised her head, her voice was soft but unexpectedly firm, At least what I saw was a couple smiling at each other.
Smile?
Snape's hand clenched slightly, but he immediately let go as if he had realized his mood.
...How is it possible, I've never seen him smile before.
He left such a sentence, then suddenly turned around and strode towards the crucible. That walking posture was as turbulent as before, with the momentum of leaving all troubles behind.
But if you look carefully, you will find that his steps are no longer as precise as they were usually measured.
Maca didn't say anything more, not only because he understood that what he had to say and do had already been done, and the next thing to do was to see how Snape would choose.
In any case, at least Maca knew—even if there was only one relative, it was much better than none at all.
After that, neither of them said anything more. As time passed slowly, the gurgling sound in the crucible gradually subsided.
McLean, drink it...McLean?
When Snape called out for the third time, Maca's eyeballs moved, as if he had just heard it.
Well... he said hoarsely, Help... me.
Can you swallow it by yourself? Snape yanked him up and looked at him.
It's nothing... just, lying down for too long... my body is numb... that's all.
Maca was talking vaguely while moving his eyeballs, but the pupils clearly had no focus.
Stop talking nonsense at a time like this. Snape casually blocked his raised hand, and then directly brought the test tube containing the liquid medicine to his mouth.
After all the liquid medicine was poured into Maca's mouth, Snape tidied up the test bench, and then quickly walked towards the door of the potion preparation room.
But when he walked to the door, he suddenly stopped and looked back.
After the medicine takes effect, you can go to sleep...then... Snape thought for a while and said, Well, yes...Dumbledore asked me to bring you a sentence before I came here.
Dumbledore? What are you talking about? Maca asked softly with drooping eyelids.
He said that he wanted to give you something...Of course, now...you have to wait until you recover.
The voice did not fall,
Snape didn't stay any longer, turned around and left.
In fact, it was only hours before dawn. When the medicine started to take effect and Maca felt a burst of heat all over his body, he finally let go of his tense nerves, and soon fell into a coma...
At noon the next day, Maca woke up from the hospital bed. As soon as he opened his eyes, he vaguely saw a person sitting on the edge of the bed.
... Lena?
Lena, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, immediately stood up upon hearing this.
Mr. McLean, good afternoon. She said quietly.
Ok.
Maka rubbed her forehead and rubbed her temples, trying to support her heavy body, but unexpectedly her arms softened. Lena quickly supported him.
thanks.
Lena shook her head slightly.
Is it better? She suddenly asked, How long will it take to recover?
The elder sister of the werewolf sisters generally does not ask questions proactively. Although her behavior is very gentle, under the habit of keeping a distance from others, most of them will not ask the same question continuously like this.
But today, she seems to have some subtle changes.
Well, I'm fine now, it's just that I consumed too much energy yesterday... Maca leaned on the pillow, looked at her suspiciously, and said, What's wrong? Is there something wrong?
Leni, I don't want anything to happen to you.
Is that really the case?
Lena, the elder sister, put all her heart on that crazy girl-like younger sister. Everything that my sister expects will become the direction and motivation in her life.
By the way, where's Miss Tia? Maca suddenly remembered the conversation with Snape last night.
Miss Tia is at the greenhouse, watering the sap plants.
Oh, it's almost the full moon again... Maca nodded, Then...has Snape visited her?
No.
Hearing Lena's answer, Maca couldn't help but sighed.
...
Around the same time, the North Tower of Hogwarts Castle.
The divination classroom is at the top of the tower, but if you have to say it, it's more like an attic without windows.
In fact, the divination classroom has windows, but the divination professor Trelawney always likes to block the windows tightly with thick curtains, so that even a little bit of light can't come in.
The lighting inside basically depends on candles.
Although if we do this, this classroom will indeed have a mysterious feeling, and it is quite warm in winter. But if it's in summer, it's like a big oven here.
In the middle of the last row of the classroom, Harry and Ron sat together, flipping through Harry's diary in boredom.
They jokingly call this kind of diary a dream diary because it is full of records of their dreams. This is actually one of the assignments in the divination class, but... not everyone can remember every dream clearly!
More than half of this diary was made by the two of them together. Just write more about death, disaster, whatever, about bad things.
Professor Trelawney liked that tone.
To be honest, the course was a bit of a no-brainer, and they felt that way from the beginning.
Tell me, what happened to Maca this time? It's only been one day of class, and he disappeared again... Ron leaned next to Harry, and whispered while looking at the diary.
Oh... he's too busy, Harry shook his head, if only we could help him...
Who says it isn't? agreed Ron.
At this moment, there was a soft creak in their ears. They both turned their heads to look at the same time, only to see Umbridge coming up through the trapdoor on the floor.
Oh, it's that old woman again! Ron complained in the tiniest voice possible.
At least she never went to the classroom of Ancient Runes after the first class she taught in Maca. Harry said, grinning slightly.
Not to mention that the two of them were muttering to each other, when Umbridge got out of the trapdoor, the joking little wizards immediately fell silent.
Probably because the voice in the classroom suddenly dropped, Professor Trelawney's head popped up behind the desk full of all kinds of messy divination props.
Good afternoon, Professor Trelawney, Umbridge still had a smile on his face, About my question last time, do you have a solution ready?
Okay……
Professor Trelawney nodded with a wooden face, but just perfunctory, then retracted her head again.
Umbridge didn't care. She grabbed the armchair closest to her and dragged it to the front of the room, purposely placing it next to the lectern.
It's just that there were too many things around the desk, so she simply pushed some away with her feet, and then sat down.
Hmm... isn't it a bit boring?
Umbridge paused, and she put aside the fancy bag in her hand, then drew out her wand casually, and flicked her finger at the big heavy curtain.
In an instant, the curtains were suddenly parted, and the glaring sunlight shone straight in, causing everyone to squint their eyes.
After finishing all this, Umbridge picked up her beloved bag again, took out the clipboard from it, and waited for the class bell with her chin contentedly lifted.
Professor Trelawney slumped the quilt heavily on the table, and even the divination props piled on the desk trembled slightly.
She tugged at her shawl with trembling hands, and glanced at Umbridge through eyes as thick as the bottom of a cauldron.
What's the matter, Professor Trelawney?
Umbridge's sweet smile made Trelawney feel uncomfortable. She took a deep breath, still did not answer, but turned her head to look at the little wizards in the classroom.
Jingle Bell--
The school bell finally rang.
Today, we will continue to study prophetic 'dreams', Professor Trelawney said in her usual erratic tone, but without the dim atmosphere of the past in the classroom, her deliberate expression appeared even more Silly.
...Then, please divide into two groups, and with the assistance of the Dream Interpretation Guide, interpret each other's recent dream information.
Having said all she had to say, Trelawney was about to sit down when she suddenly realized that if she had nothing to do here now, Umbridge would come up to her and pester her.
So, she immediately turned to the left, bypassed the divination props around the desk, and walked towards the students.
Quick, come up with a dream! Harry hurriedly urged Ron. [This chapter is first published on Love Audio Novel Network, please remember the URL ()]
