The three warriors, including Cedric Diggory, were finally rescued without danger, and this time the Aurors dispatched hundreds of people, including Rufus Scrimgeur, the director of the Auror Office, and Amelia Bones, the director of the Executive Division, Shakel, Moody and other Auror elites were almost all dispatched. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info finally defeated the fish-man tribe in the Black Lake with a thunderbolt.

This is exactly what Dumbledore and the wizarding elite want, and if the Ministry of Magic does not show strong means, the whole of wizarding Britain could be thrown into chaos. In a chaotic situation, leaders who take tough measures are always prone to the support of the majority. Minister Fudge, who understood this, immediately sent his henchman, Vice Minister Umbridge, to take charge of the tail sweep after learning of the outcome of the battle at the Black Lake.

Umbridge brought the minister's cruel decision, and Dumbledore, despite his strong opposition, finally Wizengamot's decision completely plunged the Black Lagoon fishmen into the abyss of terror.

At the beginning of the tournament, there was such an accident, although no warriors died, but Cedric Diggory's four-member team was almost wiped out, and Penelo Criwatt was possessed by Morten's doppelganger, and almost became a puppet of Morteng without knowing it. All kinds of dangers made the twelve warriors feel like they had changed from carefree students to warriors who had to face various challenges.

The purpose of the tournament is to sharpen the courage and wisdom of wizards, and while such an experience may seem dangerous, who's to say that such a challenge may not be able to sharpen the strongest warriors?

The six mentors all agreed that the competition would continue, but the medicinal materials in the Black Lake in the Ancient Potions were also provided by the school, so in this case, the three teams had enough materials for the Ancient Potions.

I thought I could breathe a sigh of relief by getting together the materials, but I didn't expect that when I configured it, it would be more difficult.

Potions making is one of the most traditional skills of wizards, and countless potions masters have invented countless potions-making methods and recipes since ancient times. From the ascension potion in ancient times, to the ancient philosopher's stone, to the current dragon's blood potion, and the wolf poison potion, compared to the continuous regression of spells, the potion is still strong and progressive.

Some of the powerful potions of antiquity were not lost in their formulas, but rather that the precious materials had disappeared from the wizarding world. For example, Jindan, which was once famous in the Far Eastern Empire, was destroyed by the snowman because of the precious medicinal materials that only grew on the snowy mountains of Nepal, and it could never be configured.

Wizard Zeman also selected three potions that could be configured from the many potion formulas he knew, even so, if it weren't for the fact that Wizard Zeeman himself was a potion master, and he made corresponding modifications to the three formulas and found alternative materials, I'm afraid that these three potions would be difficult to configure.

At Hogwarts Castle, today's divination class is the last lesson of the afternoon, where you learn to predict the future by looking at the traces of tea leaves.

"Everyone knows that the ability to foresee originated from the primeval gods, among which the magic of using tea to predict the future originated from Vichenyaya among the three goddesses of Zoya. ”

"The three goddesses Zoya are the representatives of life, they are the goddesses of the sky and light of the ancient Slavic peoples. With that, Professor Sybil Trelawney took a special look at the stout boys and the only girl among them, Mira, who were sitting together at Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"The three goddesses Zoya are especially worshipped in Russia. The sisters have their own time, Uternyaya belongs to the dawn, Utenyaya belongs to dusk, and Porunoshnaya belongs to midnight. They work hard to defend the constellation Ursa Major from being eaten by a tengu. The constellation Ursa Major controls the movement of the universe and the rotation of time, so Zoya can be regarded as the patron goddess of the world. ”

"Did you find anything from what I just said?" said Professor Sybil Trelawney, looking at the many students in the classroom with her eternally sad eyes.

The students of the six schools all attended classes together, which made the already small place of the astrological tower even more cramped. Harry and Ron would have been able to sleep in divination class, but now, the comfortable cushions that everyone had made for stargazing had been taken away.

Professor Sybil Trelawney seems to be pessimistic about the world, and she is rarely heard of in her classes about good prophecies. Remember the last time, she used to say that she saw in the cloud of magic balls that the owl tower would be destroyed by lightning. But it was winter, and everyone thought it was a joke, and until Christmas, the owl tower was safe.

The senior students had heard Professor Sybil Trelawney's prophecy several times, but none of them proved to have come true. The students secretly thought that the divination class was a complete waste of time, but some Muggle-born students liked it very much, and after asking, they said that Muggles were now very fond of fortune telling, and if they could not survive in the wizarding world in the future, they could open a special divination shop in the Muggle world.

Xie An also has a dispensable attitude towards this course, even if he knows his future fate?

Professor Sybil Trelawney twitched the corners of her drooping mouth slightly, making her face appear more pessimistic, "Oh, children, although fate is immutable, knowing a little bit in advance always makes you a little more mentally prepared, doesn't it? ”

The professor stepped down from her place, first past a few classmates from the Far East's Suzaku School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, then a Ravenclaw student, Padma Petyr was eager to try it, she loved the divination class, and like her twin sister Parvati Petyr, they considered Sybil Trelawney to be the most mysterious of all Hogwarts professors.

It was a pity that Sybil Trelawney did not cast her sad eyes on the beautiful Bodhi girl, and she continued to walk, and the successors of Godric Gryffindor did not seem to be interested in the divination class, and when they saw the professor approaching, they all bowed their heads and pretended to be certified to see what the hundreds of tea dregs in the textbook meant.

Sybil Trelawney tolerated these children who could not understand this noble art and had no talent for divination, and only kept her eyes on Harry Potter and Harley Black, which seemed to make her even more sad.

At this time, Mira, the only female warrior of Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the northwest corner of Europe, stood up and said, "Professor, I have heard about the legend of the three goddesses since I was a child, but I didn't expect their names to appear in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I have heard that they guard the world from being swallowed by terrible monsters, but what does this have to do with our tea dregs divination?"

Sybil Trelawney looked up at Durmstrang's maiden and smiled at first as a pretended comforter, then she walked over, "May I see your teacup?"

"Wait a minute. Mira finished her small cup of tea, which was not the same as the intact leaf-shaped tea of the Far East, but the green tea that had been cut into extremely fine tea bricks, and when the tea was drunk, it was left with a strange pattern of tea residues.

Mira handed the teacup to Professor Sybil Trelawney, who looked at it, first surprised, then confused, and finally shook his head and handed it back to Mira.

"I have known that many of our students lack the vision of insight and the gift of divination, but I still want to give it a try, after all, the result is predestined, and all we can enjoy is the process. Sybil Trelawney said in her sleepwalking voice.

"Please turn to the last part of the illustrated book of the textbook, have you noticed that there is a most terrible pattern of tea grounds at the bottom?"

"Dog spirit?" said Padma Petyer, confused.

"Yes, the three goddesses of Zoya protect this Great Bear Star from being eaten by a monster, and this monster is the dog spirit. Legends about dog spirits are recorded in ancient tales around the world. The moon-swallowing tengu of the Far East, the terrifying giant wolf Fenrir in Norse mythology, and so on, these terrifying creatures are all representatives of chaos and horror. They are extremely ferocious, violent, and the destroyers of the world. ”

"Therefore, if you see the fantasy of the dog spirit in the tea residue divination, then you must pay attention to the danger of destruction is already on your side. ”

As soon as Professor Sybil Trelawney's words fell, Mira said again: "Professor, what do you see in my teaglass?"

The professor turned and looked at Mira, her mask of grief seemed to be frozen by something, "I don't see anything. ”

"What does that mean, Professor, I don't understand?" asked Mira, confused.

"You have been abandoned by fate, although I don't want to tell you, since you asked, I can only tell you: your future will float alone in the river of time like a small boat, without a goal, without an end, you are abandoned. Professor Sybil Trelawney's faint tone stunned all the students. The heavy tone of the previous unreliable prophecies seemed to be more like reliable prophecies, but for some reason, Sybil Trelawney's faint tone made all the students shudder.

Mira's face turned pale, and she wanted to refute, but she didn't know what to say.

"Professor Trelawney, I think your prophecy is too arbitrary, according to my understanding, the three goddesses of Zoya protect each wizard and arrange everything for them, there are no wizards in this world who have been abandoned by fate, if there are, they should be lost in the endless darkness and void before they reach this world. At this time, an equally faint voice sounded.

Sybil Trelawney turned to look at the student who was speaking. The Tower of Astrology is one of the highest places in Hogwarts Castle, and at this time the sunset has reached its peak, and the light of the sunset is more blood-red than the morning sun, and at the same time it is more hot and crazy.

Andrew Lee sat by the window, looking from Sybil Trelawney's point of view, a blood-red sun was slowly setting behind him.

"Andrew, where's your teacup?"

"I'm sorry, Professor, I have a habit of eating tea leaves, and I couldn't help but drink tea with tea just now. ”

"Run away from your fate, won't it come? Perhaps your escape is the beginning of a tragic fate. Andrew, in your eyes, every wizard, every life, will be under the attention of the gods of the world, the moment of fate will be taken care of, but this is not the case at all. Don't think you're special, even you, among the infinite individuals, don't receive special care. We are all insignificant objects in the face of a cruel fate, and maybe she will design a big surprise for a wizard who has nothing, maybe not. But remember, fate itself can abandon anyone, and it's much scarier than you think. Sybil Trelawney seemed to be different today, and for the first time in her words there was a kind of persistence. You know, soothsayers are generally sleek and pessimistic, and most of them like to accept fate's arrangement, or to go against the grain, and this insistence makes the twin sisters of Petyr feel a little unbelievable.

The glow of the setting sun makes the entire interior of the astrological tower look golden, and students from the six schools wear different colors of school uniforms, making the entire classroom look colorful. The conversation between the two got the students in deep thought.

"Professor, even if you're right. So what, what exists will always exist and will not suddenly disappear. As long as you keep going, you will leave a trace. You don't need that so-called thin line to get to the other side, don't you? Xie An said.

This time, Sybil Trelawney did not answer directly, she spread her hands and shook her head, "Everyone opened the textbook and began to look for the revelation in their teacups by comparing them with the legends..."

Time flies, and after class, the students are all gone, and there is a Quidditch match later, and if you don't go early, you won't be in a good position. In addition to the original four Quidditch teams at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, there are five additional Quidditch teams from other schools, so this year's format has changed a bit, and it is more intense and more beautiful.

Durmstrang's male classmates all glanced at Mira as they left, and they were not used to comforting each other, until in the end, only Victor Krum and Mira were left.

"You know what? I just saw the dog spirit in my teaglass. Victor Krum tilted his head and said.

"Krum, have you heard of Professor Trelawney's life?" said Mira, who seemed to be in a state of detachment, "She is the great-great-granddaughter of Kassandra Trelawney, the soothsayer who challenged the sun god Apollo, who had predicted the destruction of Troy. Mira didn't seem to be able to wake up from Trelawney's muffled, distant voice, and she felt that the whole world was unreal.

"And, Krum, you've heard that secret, Trelawney made that prophecy! prophecy about the destruction of the Dark Lord! and now she's telling me that I've been forsaken by fate, that I'm destined to wander for the rest of my life, this, this... It's horrible!" Mira's voice was dry, and she couldn't help but tremble.

"No, Mira, don't worry, I think she's just a crazy woman, and I don't believe a word of her so-called divination prophecies. ”

"Wickdor is the only one in Durmstrang who knows my life, don't you think Trelawney is right? I was abandoned by my parents since I was a child, if not—" Mira trembled violently and buried her head in her arms.

"Don't worry, I've heard worse prophecies. That's just a matter of probability. A female voice suddenly sounded, and it was only then that Victor Krum and Mira noticed that there was a witch in the corner. "Hermione Granger, I think we've met. You can call me Hermione, sorry to hear your conversation. Hermione pulled her parchment together and said quickly.

Mira and Victor were a little overwhelmed, and after a while Krum said, "What do you mean, what probabilities do you say, what kind of magic is that?"

Hermione continued to clean up, she didn't really want to come to this class, and if it wasn't for Andrew Lee having to bring her in, she would be willing to spend her time on something more meaningful.

"No, probability is not wizarding magic, it's a kind of mathematics, and it can only be considered Muggle magic. I mean a soothsayer, whether she is a liar or not, whether she has a great gift for a prophet or not, she has to make a lot of prophecies in her life, some of which will hit and some of which will not. If you only look at the prophecy of fate, of course, it feels very mysterious. Prophecy itself is the pursuit of certainty in order to achieve the goal of seeking good and avoiding evil. Add to that the failure of the prophecies that are completely nonsense, and these so-called prophecies become less certain and useless. ”

Hermione finished packing up all the parchment, picked up her textbook, and prepared to leave the classroom, "Professor Trelawney has also predicted many times that my life, Harry Potter, Andrew Lee, and many other students are in danger, but a prophecy that can't be quantified and not determined at all, if you keep worrying about it, it doesn't seem to have any effect except for wasting time, doesn't it?" Hermione smiled and walked out of the astrological tower.