Because of the unexpected situation last night, Maka didn't make it to Tyrande's side after all.
And starting from today, it’s exam day.
Maka always feels nonchalant about exams. But this time, everyone felt that he seemed to be even more absent-minded than in previous years.
On the first night of exam week, Maka sneaked away to Hogsmeade. After all, there is still some gold Galleons that Tyrande has not retrieved!
However, it would be easy to say not to go; this time, Maka felt more and more like she was wasting her time.
According to Tyrande, it will take at least half a year for him to leave, and during this six months, the right to sell the potion will return to Maka's hands - it's all money!
No matter what, he had to find a new seller to cooperate with, even if it was temporary, it was better than nothing.
Research on magic requires a lot of gold galleons to support him. When it comes to magic materials, Maka, who has long been used to spending a lot of money, really couldn't get used to it for a while.
And just the day before the exam ended, Cornelius Fudge showed up at school.
Fudge was still wearing his pinstriped cloak, and his forehead was slightly sweaty. He looked unhappy, and there were dark circles around his eyes.
At this moment, he saw Harry who had just finished the exam. Harry was looking at him with wide eyes!
"Hello, Harry!" said Fudge. "You just finished your exams, didn't you? Are they almost over?"
"Yes." Harry nodded and answered simply.
Hermione and Ron, on the other hand, were not interested in talking to the Minister of Magic at all, and they walked around awkwardly behind him.
"The weather is really nice," Fudge said, his eyes falling on the lake, "It's a pity... it's a pity..."
He sighed deeply and looked down at Harry.
"I'm here on an unpleasant mission, Harry. The Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures requires a witness to be present at the execution of a mad hippogriff - and I've got some business to do that requires a visit to Harry. Gwartz, they invited me to participate.”
"Does this mean that the appeal has been heard?" Ron stepped forward and interjected.
"No, no, the appeal is scheduled for this afternoon." Fudge said, turning his head and looking at Ron.
"Then you might not be able to be a witness to the execution!" Ron said loudly, "The hippogriff might be fine!"
Before Fudge could answer, two wizards came out of the castle gate behind him.
One is very old, like a withering old cucumber; the other is tall and well-proportioned, with some sparse stubble on his chin.
And right next to them, Maka was walking calmly with them.
The very old wizard squinted at Hagrid's hut, then turned to Maka and said in a soft voice: "Ouch, ouch... I'm too old, I'm afraid I can't do such a thing..."
"This has nothing to do with age. Of course it's better not to do things you shouldn't do." Next to him, the tall man said coldly.
At this time, Maka shrugged and said, "I think that's right, Mr. McNeil."
…
Maka's last exam subject was Divination, and she happened to be ranked with Harry and Ron, while Hermione's was Muggle Studies.
When Maka came to the front of the classroom, he saw many classmates sitting on the spiral staircase leading to the Divination class room - everyone seemed to hope that they could hold Merlin's lap temporarily at the last moment.
"She wants to see us separately." Maka heard Neville talking on Harry's side, "Have either of you seen anything in the crystal ball?"
The queue outside the classroom shortened very slowly. As soon as someone came down the silver stairs, the others came up and asked quietly: "What did she ask? Did you pass?"
However, all refused to answer the question.
"She said the crystal ball told her that if I told you, something terrible would happen to me!" Neville said sharply as he came down the stairs, walking towards Harry and Ron.
The two men have now reached the ladder platform.
"That's right," Ron said scornfully, "You know, I'm starting to think Hermione was right when she said she was, she's a liar."
"Yes." Harry looked at his watch and found that it was already two o'clock. "I just hope she can hurry up..."
Ron was next, followed closely by Harry. When it was Maka's turn, nearly 40 minutes had passed.
By the way, when Harry came down, he had a very surprised expression on his face.
"What's wrong?" Maka stepped forward and asked, "Did Professor Trelawney say something?"
"She just told me..."
Harry had just finished speaking when Professor Trelawney's voice came over: "Macca MacLean!"
"Well, I'd like to—" Harry hesitated.
"No, right now." Maka interrupted him and urged, "Hurry up, it won't take more than a few seconds."
"Well... I think Professor Trelawney seemed to have made a real prophecy just now," Harry said, thought for a moment, and shook his head, "No, I'm not sure, but she just said..."
"… say what?"
"She said—" "Mr. Maka McClain, are you here?"
Harry looked at Maka again, but Maka just waved her hand to tell him to leave it alone.
"She said that the Dark Lord sacrificed a servant, rose again, and became very powerful... She also said, 'There is greater filth that is about to return to the world with the return of the Dark Lord.' Later she said The words became more and more vague, and I couldn't hear clearly..." Harry said, "But, it seems that Voldemort is going to..."
"I'm coming back..." Maka frowned and suddenly said, "Harry, remember, read the Occlumency Notes I gave you carefully and try to learn it as soon as possible."
His tone became serious: "Believe me, this is good for you and us!"
"But... why is this? What does that spell do?" Harry asked doubtfully.
Maka was about to explain a few more words, but Professor Trelawney was already shouting for the third time.
"... Anyway, it's because of the scar on your forehead." Maka said, and then walked quickly up the spiral staircase.
…
When Maka arrived in the exam room, he immediately noticed that the tower room was hotter than ever before.
The curtains here were all drawn tightly, a fire was burning in the fireplace, and a nauseating smell filled the air.
Maca frowned and walked towards Professor Trelawney - she was sitting there waiting for him, with a huge crystal ball in front of her.
"It's not a good thing to waste time." It seemed that she had been waiting for a long time, which made her expression a little awkward now, "... Well, look at this crystal ball, I will give you a time now... Then, tell me what's inside What did I see…”
Maka leaned over and took a few glances into the crystal ball, but no matter how he looked, he could see nothing inside except the swirling white mist.
In fact, Maka has already worked hard for divination, but he may never understand this subject in his life.
Maka took out a small potion bottle with her hand hidden under the edge of the table, and quietly pulled out the cork.
"Well..." Professor Trelawney asked on time, "What did you see?"
The heat in the room was scorching, and the liquid in the bottle was evaporating quickly, at least faster than Maka imagined.
He then rubbed his nose and applied some ointment under his nose.
"Oh... I saw a, um... small thing with a long tail..." Maka said something casually - anyway, he has been thinking about Peter Pettigrew recently.
"What does that thing look like?" Professor Trelawney asked mysteriously, "Now, think about it..."
"..." Maka was waiting for the effect of the liquid to take effect, "I think that's a... mouse?"
"Really?" Professor Trelawney quickly wrote something on the parchment on her lap, "I think you seem to have seen... um..."
She suddenly raised her hand and rubbed her eyes, her eyes becoming confused.
"Oh, I'm sorry... I think..." Trelawney squinted her eyes, becoming increasingly misty.
But not long after, Trelawney's eyes suddenly widened and her eyeballs began to roll around.
"Is it really done?" Maka concentrated her energy and prepared to listen carefully.
However, the next moment, Trelawney suddenly closed her eyes again and fell asleep on the table.
Maka couldn't help but pouted, and simply took the record sheet on the table, took out the wand and clicked on it twice. Suddenly, lines of prophecy records with exactly the same handwriting as Trelawney's appeared automatically.
On the record sheet he left the prophecy of Buckbeak's execution.
If this comes true, then at least his grades in the divination class this year will not be too bad.
Just as he put the record sheet back and was about to wake Trelawney up and make some random remarks, she twitched a few times, and then a dull and hoarse voice sounded under her arm. stand up.
"Death... will always be with you... Sin will dance with you... Your destiny will be intertwined with disaster... No... No!"
At this point, Trelawney suddenly raised her head, her trembling, bloodshot eyes staring straight at Maka, and even a sickly flush appeared on her face.
"Don't open it!" She shouted with a ferocious face and a strange voice that sounded like a man and a woman.
The sound was like a suffocated person calling for help, or like a dying person wailing. Maka couldn't tell whether she was warning him, or whether she was watching someone who didn't exist shouting randomly.
This is a true prophecy, but prophecies are never clear.