"Disasters always come unexpectedly as time goes by, and we... are all small. When misfortune approaches us, all we can do is wait silently."
"Madam, let go of the obsession in your heart! Let it go..."
Sybill Trelawney, who is sitting in the crowd and doing divination for a certain witch, is the divination professor at Hogwarts. Of course, her words can basically be ignored on weekdays, because most of the time she keeps talking nonsense.
But it is incorrect to say that she has no real ability.
Back then, Trelawney was also a professor who was personally interviewed by Dumbledore. She relied not only on her grandmother, the once famous prophet Cassandra Trelawney, but also because during the interview, she made a real prophecy in front of Dumbledore.
It's a pity that things like bloodline will weaken as they are passed from generation to generation. It is naturally more difficult to pass on the bloodline of prophets, which specifically selects female offspring to awaken.
In addition, Sybil is a mixed race, and the blood originating from her father has been weakened to a certain extent...
Yes, fundamentally speaking, the achievements of wizards do not actually depend on blood, and wizards born from Muggles also have almost equal room for growth.
But in some specific aspects, the evil blood theory that hinders the progress of the magic world may not necessarily be nonsense.
"Yes...relax, don't be nervous, relax...you have to believe that when you treat others with sincerity and live a stable life, the bad luck that has been staring at you will quietly disappear..."
This is the first time Maka has heard that bad luck can also take care of good people. However, ending up like Trelawney by persuading people to do good is also a desirable behavior.
"Oh, I understand, Ms. Trelawney! I will do as you say..." The witch nodded repeatedly at Trelawney, and then said, "By the way, that... Although I know that at this time Talking about gold galleons might be a bit…but how much should I pay you?”
"Well, there is always a price for a prophet to reveal the future... But you don't have to worry about it, just give it as you like."
Seeing the witch take out two stacks of gold Galleons from her pocket and place them in front of Trelawney, Maka planned to take back her previous comment... yes, at least half of it.
But at this moment, Trelawney suddenly raised her head and looked at Luna who was standing not far away.
Luna was with Harry and others at the moment, but Harry and Hermione were closer to Worple and the vampire Bloody, while Luna, who was at the end, was almost standing at Trelawney's table.
"Miss Lovegood?" The divination professor seemed a little happy when he saw that it was Luna. "Come, come and sit down next to me... While I am doing divination for others, you can feel it."
In third grade, one of Luna's electives was Divination.
Although her results in divination were not very good, her ethereal eyes and unconstrained words always appealed to Trelawney.
It's just that in Maka's opinion, Trelawney loves Luna so much that she might want to train her to be a magic stick like herself.
"Sorry, Professor Trelawney, we still have something to do—the extracurricular tutoring in divination, I think we should wait until the next time!"
Although Luna herself seemed very interested in this, Maka didn't want her to waste time with Trelawney.
Conventional divination is not difficult, but the accuracy is never high; and unconventional ones such as the prophet's bloodline are simply impossible for ordinary people to learn.
So Maka simply went over and pulled Luna away.
"Oh, Maka?" She let Maka hold her sleeve without any resistance and asked as she walked, "Where are we going? Is it dancing?"
"I remember, you don't seem to like dancing, right?" Maka took Luna back to Harry and others, and then casually said, "And the dance hasn't started yet..."
As soon as he got here, Mr. Worple stood up - he had just taken Slughorn's medicine, and he was in a very energetic state now, and he was so excited when he saw Maka coming back. He immediately came closer.
"Mr. Maclean, I am Elder Walpole... Professor Slughorn has mentioned you many times in his correspondence with me. Your deeds make me sincerely yearn for you! In fact, I wanted to I met you..."
Seeing that this little wizard had always shown great enthusiasm, Maka was slightly stunned.
"Oh, Mr. Worple? Nice to meet you—"
Looking at this guy's age, Maka knew that he was probably Slughorn's student or something. If it's just to meet and get to know each other, then that's okay.
But then, Walpole began to talk about his autobiography.
"...To be honest, people all over the world are eager to know more about you. For example, your past, your childhood, your life, your thoughts... Of course, maybe your views on mate selection?"
As he spoke, he subconsciously looked back and forth at the three girls, Hermione, Ginny, and Luna, but he didn't say anything offensive.
"In fact," he continued, "I'd really like to write a book for you, about this first major stage of your life! If you're willing to accept a few interviews with me, well... no more, every month Once is enough, it won’t waste much time. In a few months you will be able to read a personal autobiography about you... "
"Really, it's no trouble at all. What do you think?"
After saying that, Worple looked at Maka with a face full of expectations, and from time to time he cast a "asking for assistance" look at Slughorn, who came back here again.
But right now, the fat old man was feeling sorry for Maka for rejecting his "good idea"! Where do you pay attention to these little things
"Autobiography?" Maka shook her head decisively and said, "I'm sorry. If I have any intention in this regard in the future, I will contact you again."
Walpole was certainly not willing to accept Maka's quick rejection. But when he wanted to further persuade Maka, a house elf suddenly appeared next to Slughorn.
"Mr. Slughorn, all the guests on your invitation list have arrived."
Slughorn, who had been thinking about something for a while, finally came to his senses when he heard the sound, and then he nodded clearly.
"knew."
For this old man, this dance has lost the finishing touch of the soul, but everyone has already arrived, so what should continue must be continued as usual, right
"McLean, everyone, please excuse me for a moment."
Before he finished speaking, he hurried to the front and started his almost routine speech mode in personal activities.
It was at this moment that Hermione suddenly turned around and looked at Maka without saying a word.
It's a dance! There’s always dancing…
"H-" "Bang!"
Maka then opened her mouth, and suddenly there was a sound from the door - the door of the small hall opened.
"Oh! Sorry, Slughorn... I tried too hard."
A figure much taller than the average person suddenly appeared at the door. Maka looked back and saw that it was Hagrid.
"Maka, are you there? I heard you're here for the dance... Hey?"
There were too many people in this hall, and Hagrid couldn't immediately discover where Maka was. Maka was about to wave her hand, but she accidentally caught Hermione's eyes.
"Um… "
He smiled helplessly and took his hand back halfway.
Maka has never discovered what qualities she has that attract girls. But no matter what, when a girl stares at you with that complicated expression, she will inevitably feel embarrassed.
Even if you have clearly refused once, the same is true.
"Maka?" Hagrid shouted again, but when no one responded, he could only shake his head and said to himself, "Isn't he here? Oh, then where will he be..."
Since no one was found, Hagrid had no choice but to leave first and close the door again.
People in the small hall looked around, and many people were actually looking towards Maka intentionally or unintentionally. But Maka himself didn't move, so they had no reason to help him answer.
"...Ahem," Slughorn glanced at Maka thoughtfully, and then continued what he just said, "Okay! Anyway, I announce that tonight's private dance will begin now!"
But he took out his magic wand and waved it, and the soft sound of musical instruments suddenly turned into melodious classical dance music. The first dance of the night was about to begin—
"Gentlemen and ladies! Please enjoy this romantic first song with your dance partners!"
Maka glanced at Luna habitually and saw her running to the side with a smile of interest, as if she wanted to go to the sidelines to find those guys with novel dance moves to relieve her boredom.
"Well, Hermione..." He quickly looked at the top student girl not far away, blinked and said, "I don't know, would I be lucky enough to invite you to dance with me?"
Hermione was indeed dressed beautifully today. The special material of the gauze gave her a more gentle temperament, and the off-the-shoulder design added a bit of adult femininity to her.
Even Maka felt the other party's full charm.
However, sometimes things develop in unexpected directions. And this trend has become more and more obvious in Maca in recent years.
"Sorry, I don't want to dance, please find someone else!"
Even Harry and Ginny, who were standing aside and watching secretly, were shocked when they heard Hermione's words.
"What's wrong with her?" Harry said blankly.
Although Ginny was a girl of about the same age, she was also full of surprise.
"Don't ask me, I don't know either!"
Maka looked at Hermione who turned away and scratched her head inexplicably.