"In fact, there is nothing wrong with prophecy, there is no accurate prophecy in this world, most of the prophecies that are thought to be absolute are only connected by the prophets themselves, and the connections between things are inextricably linked, so as long as you find a general direction, many prophets can become prophets in the eyes of others, in fact, as long as you think about it, it is not difficult to find the tricky in it." Augustus picked up the pumpkin juice and smiled slightly.

"Reasonably, Thor, you still believe too much in these sanctimonious liars, and I think that even Trelawney's grandfather, most of his prophecies are just speculations, as Mr. Augustus said, as long as you grasp the intricate connections between things, it is easy to become a prophet and deceive the world." Malfoy nodded, obviously not interested in these prophets as well.

"Even so, but there is no vanity under the fame, I believe that some prophecies through the existence of a certain trajectory of speculation, there is still some accuracy, existence is reasonable, like a mirror, but also the appearance of the other side of things." Thor touched his chin, his ocean-blue pupils filled with thought.

"Tsk, as a Slytherin student, actually believing in this kind of god and ghost theory, it really boosts our Slytherin face, I think you might as well follow Professor Trelawney to specialize in prophecy in the future, I believe that it won't be long before a brand-new god stick is born, and your family will definitely be proud of you." Loki couldn't get used to Thor admiring the prophecies that most Slytherin students dismissed, and said sarcastically.

"Ahem," Thor blushed slightly, "I'm just mentioning it casually, but I'm not too keen on these things, so I don't need to be so online." ”

The dinner ended in a noisy atmosphere, and before leaving, Malfoy was really tired of seeing Harry in a happy mood, and shouted in the crowd, "Dementors greet you, Harry!", but it didn't seem to have much effect, because Harry threw him a strange smile, such a subtle smile inexplicably sent a chill down Malfoy's back, and this effect was really ridiculous.

Augustus and his party walked down the stairs of the Great Hall towards the Slytherin common room, and walked to the portrait of the Fat Lady of Gryffindor, where they found that most of the Gryffindor students were crowded in the doorway, and it seemed that there was something wrong with the portrait.

Malfoy looked over the head. The portrait seemed to be closed.

"Please let me pass." Percy's voice, he walked out of the crowd with vigour. "Why are you stuck here? You don't necessarily forget your password, do you?? I'm sorry, I'm the boys' student council president??" It was quiet, it was from the front, so it was like a cold snap spreading through the hallway. They heard Percy speak, and their voices suddenly shrivelled, "Who's going to ask Professor Dumbledore." Hurry!"

People all turned around, and the person standing at the back of the tower stood on tiptoe.

"Hehe, it seems that something interesting and big happened to these little lions, and they actually want to alarm the principal, the academy that really likes to cause trouble, could it be that Ron's two older brothers have invented some new pranks." Loki's amber pupils had a smile in them, and he was obviously happy to hear about what had happened to Gryffindor.

"Looks like the situation is quite serious, otherwise there would be no need to ask Dumbledore." Augustus looked at the crowd suspiciously.

"What's wrong?" Ginny said she had just arrived.

After a while, Professor Dumbledore arrived, and he hurried over to the portrait; The Gryffindor students huddled together to let him pass, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione leaned closer together to see what was going on.

The crowd began to part, and Augustus finally saw what was going on, "Oh my God??" Hermione exclaimed, grabbing Harry's arm. The fat lady had disappeared from the portrait, which had been vandalized, with small pieces of canvas scattered all over the floor, and large pieces of canvas completely torn from the frame. Dumbledore gave a quick glance at the damaged painting. "Professor McGonagall, please go to Filch at once, and tell him to look for the fat lady on every painting in the castle."

"It's really a masterpiece, what kind of god is such performance art, making this painting so tasteful." Malfoy had a malicious grin on his face, and the Gryffindor students around him glared at him, but with his face, it was clear that he was completely immune to these murderous gazes.

"I don't think it's like a student did it, even in our academy, no one is bored enough to take a portrait, and the students of the other two colleges are even more impossible. In this case, it should be someone from outside the school. Thor reasoned briefly.

"It's not ruled out that it's someone from outside the school, but now that there are a large number of Dementors stationed around the school, it's hard to imagine that anyone could infiltrate the school to commit crimes, and even if they did, it would be just to destroy a useless portrait?" Augustus makes a crucial point.

"Yes, who would be bored enough to sneak into Hogwarts through the dementors, wandering around the castle just to find a portrait of the fat lady and destroy it, could it be that he and the fat lady formed a deep hatred that is difficult to settle when they were students, and sharpened a sword for ten years, just for revenge?" Lillian was unimaginable, and her tone was full of doubt.

"You're going to be lucky!" A hoarse voice said. It was Peeves, a pesterman, who jumped over the heads of the crowd, and looked happy, seeing the sight of destruction and sorrow, as he had always been.

"What do you mean by that, Peeves?" Dumbledore asked calmly. Peeves' smile faded a little. He didn't dare laugh at Dumbledore. He instead adopted a slick tone, which sounded better than the hoarse.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Headmaster. I don't want to be seen. She made a mess. I saw her running past the landscape painting on the fifth floor, sir, hiding among the trees, crying and saying something terrible. He said happily. Poor thing. He added, but he didn't mean to pity anyone else.

"Did she tell who did it?" Dumbledore asked quietly.

"Oh, that's it, Professor." Peeves said, as if he was holding a big bomb in his arms. "She wouldn't let him in, and he was very annoyed, you know." Peeves somersaulted in the air, grinning at Dumbledore from between his own legs. "He's got a bad temper, Sirius Black."