"Miss Granger, please don't mention the prophecy again - until I reach the level of being able to correctly interpret the prophecies, I will not tell anyone else about any of the prophecies I made. After all... After this tragedy After learning the lesson, I have deeply understood that my prophecy will 'kill people'!"
Inside the curtain, Ursula said slowly in a slightly deep voice.
However, prophecy certainly does not kill people.
Ursula's prophetic bloodline is very pure and her bloodline has a high degree of awakening. It can be said that her predictions are very credible.
Unfortunately, the accuracy of prediction never depends solely on itself. Since ancient times, no matter how clear the prediction is, it needs to be re-interpreted in order for more people to understand future changes, and the level of the interpreter will often have a critical impact on the future.
As for who can interpret the prophecy more accurately - although it cannot be said to be absolutely true, as the source of the prophecy, the prophet himself naturally has a huge advantage.
But this time, Ursula, as a prophet, has doubts about her abilities. Obviously, her choice was correct. In her current state, she is no longer suitable to make any predictions for others.
"As for Mr. MacLean's whereabouts, I can tell you my speculation." Ursula paused for a moment before hesitatingly said, "I think that even if he left again, Mr. MacLean should at least He has been to England—at that time, he took two powerful living corpses with him. In order to ensure that no one else would be harmed, Britain, which is currently occupied by thick fog, is obviously the most appropriate choice."
Hermione listened, then nodded slightly and said blankly:
"Yes! Where else could he go but there?"
Since the prophet is unwilling to make any more predictions, Hermione seems to have no reason to stay here. After all, Safina just told Maka almost everything about her experience when she met them.
Just thinking about it, Hermione, who was about to say goodbye and leave, suddenly couldn't help but said:
"Miss, I don't know if I can ask one more question - when you were getting along with Maka, did you find anything strange in his actions and performance?"
"'strangeness'?"
When Ursula heard this, she couldn't help but think about it a little.
"Hmm... There are indeed some things that are concerning. For example, he seems to have been enduring something that prevents him from using magic at will." She said as she thought, "But even so, he can still easily We took away the two enemies we couldn’t deal with.”
"Besides that... Although it certainly can't be called 'strange', he... well, his mental tolerance is very strong - even if he sees something that ordinary people cannot accept, he can treat it with a normal heart. .”
Her last sentence was obviously talking about her own mutilated body. And as she talked, she seemed to be reminded of the time when Maka held her.
No matter what Ursula looks like, she is still a young girl in her prime. And perhaps it was precisely because of her disability that she, who had never had such close contact with a man of similar age since the accident, naturally felt frightened.
But unfortunately, even if she herself was aware of some kind of emotion secretly growing in her heart, she didn't dare to have any expectations for it.
After shaking her head feebly behind the curtain, Ursula regained her composure and her tone became calm again.
"In short, there are indeed some puzzling things, but I don't think it will make people feel 'strange'. Mr. McLean is a kind and respectable wizard."
"Of course... of course," Hermione pursed her lips and said, "Then... I'm going out right now, and you have a good rest. When we finish what we need to do and prepare to leave Beauxbatons, I will come to say goodbye to you again. of."
"Thanks."
Separated by several layers of curtains, Ursula on the bed watched Hermione's figure leave the door of the room, and then she retracted into the quilt with a somewhat sad mood.
Not long after, she was silent for a while and couldn't help but whispered to herself:
"Hermione Granger... Probably only an outstanding and beautiful girl like her can spend her life with Mr. Maclean, right?"
After muttering like this, Ursula suddenly turned her head slightly, looked towards the window and said calmly:
"Safina, when did you learn to eavesdrop?"
"I didn't!"
Before she finished speaking, a figure rolled in from the window, and then sat down on the armchair beside the bed - that was her exclusive seat in her sister Ursula's room, no matter where they moved to live, the maid Lar Sen always puts a chair there, and it hasn't changed over the years.
After Safina sat down, she heard her continue:
"I just sent Miss Granger away and came back from here as a habit - you know, it's faster this way!"
I don’t know if it was because Ursula threw her out of the window. Unknowingly, climbing through the window became a habit for Safina.
Sometimes Ursula also wonders if Safina has been feeling guilty for what happened back then, so much so that she subconsciously thinks that if she could have climbed out of the window by herself back then, her sister would not have had time to escape from the fire. .
However, Ursula understood that all she could do for Safina was not to mention what happened back then. Because no matter how she explained or comforted her, the fact before her eyes would only make Safina feel even more guilty.
Ursula was thinking this secretly, but unexpectedly, Safina beside her suddenly whispered through the curtain:
"Ursula, you like that McClane, don't you? Don't worry, I think Mr. McClane doesn't mind your problems at all. If you think about it carefully, you may not be hopeless? Don't worry, I'll think about it for you. It would be good to at least create some 'fair' opportunities for you -"
As soon as she finished speaking, before Ursula could refuse, she heard a soft kick, and Safina climbed out of the window again and left in a hurry.
"This girl," Ursula said helplessly, "Forget it, she can't do anything anyway, so let her do it... No! She doesn't want to run outside at this time, right?"
"Wait... Larson! Larson, come here..."
With Ursula yelling uncharacteristically in the room, Beauxbatons, which had just welcomed Hermione and others, seemed to be becoming more and more "lively".