The so-called divination, even in the otherworldly world, the prophet who really has such a talent, can not always make the right choice, there are infinite possibilities in the future, every small action of human beings, will have a decisive impact on the future of history, maybe at this moment you sneezed, and you did not sneeze, the result of the most future life will be two looks, I have to say, about the real divination, is indeed a complex and esoteric subject.

Even if Trelawney's senses have always been bad, at this moment, Augustus also felt that this magic stick seemed to fall into an inexplicable state, and its sense of harmony with time and space had reached the point of physical and mental unity, and although the whole person was in front of you, there was a sense of distant distance, as if it was from an infinite light year away and close at hand. Augustus' face became a little serious, and his huge spiritual power turned on, carefully observing Trelawney in such a state in front of him.

At this point Professor Trelawney spoke again, still in a hoarse voice, very different from her own.

"The Dark Lord lies alone, without friends, abandoned by his companions. His servants had been locked down for twelve years. Tonight, before midnight, the servant will break free from his chains and begin to seek his master. The Dark Lord will rise again with the help of the servants, stronger and more terrifying than ever. Tonight?? Before midnight?? The servant?? Will it start?? Refound?? His master??"

The Dark Lord on the verge of a resurgence? A trace of shock flashed on Augustus's face, even if the two encounters were dominant, Augustus could clearly understand that Voldemort's strong strength and confidence in his own Dao, if it weren't for his physical limitations and his own defects, with Augustus's current realm, if he wanted to defeat the fully recovered Voldemort, I'm afraid it would be two words. If it is really as Trelawney said, Voldemort, who is more powerful than before, may be bad news for the wizarding world.

"The stars shine forever on the world, the appearance of the child of destiny is the only hope in the coming catastrophe, the fire of civilization is deeply hidden, the light of truth, after the catastrophe, will be more and more brilliant, a new era has come, representing the light of the origin of the world, after the catastrophe, all order is about to be rebuilt."

Professor Trelawney's head hung down to his chest. She snorted. Then, suddenly, her head snapped and lifted again.

"Sorry, dear child," she said, as if in a dream, "it's too hot during the day, do you know?? I fell asleep for a while."

Augustus's slightly shocked expression returned to normal, and he nodded, "It's okay, I'm afraid the mentor is too tired, if it's okay, I'll go back first." ”

Walking down the stairs, Augustus was still recalling Trelawney's prophecy just now, the catastrophe mentioned should be related to the re-rising Voldemort, but the so-called Destiny Child is not easy to explain, literally, the only hope for this catastrophe Destiny Child should not be very old, maybe it will be a Hogwarts student, in addition, what does the upcoming new era represent? If the world world after the catastrophe will be the so-called new world world that represents the progress of the world world civilization, then this catastrophe is not a bad thing.

Coming out of the classroom, Potter and Hermione Weasley were discussing something, and when Augustus came down the stairs, Harry greeted him.

"Mr. Augustus, how did you do in the exam, I guess there is no hope for this divination, looking at her expression, probably being able to pass the test is the biggest preferential treatment for me." Harry said with some frustration.

Augustus smiled slightly, "Actually, it should be, as far as I know, there is no precedent for the previous students to fail the subject of divination, so don't worry too much." ”

Harry nodded, his mood visibly shifting. "By the way," Hermione said suddenly, "about the process of Buckbeak's trial, before the sun goes down today, the Ministry of Magic and those members of the Animal Committee will go to Hagrid's to check on it again, and we were just discussing going to take a look, Mr. Augustus wants to go together?" ”

"The review process is a bit troublesome," Augustus muttered slightly, "and although it's superficial work, I'll take a look at it with you for peace of mind." After dinner, we will meet at the entrance of the auditorium. ”

In the evening, after dinner, several people met at the entrance of the hall, walked through the auditorium, and then walked down the stone steps in front of the door. Come to the door. The sun had set behind the Forbidden Forest, and the afterglow was shining on the treetops.

They walked up to Hagrid's hut and knocked on the door. It took him a minute to open the door.

"Mr. Augustus? Why are you all here," Hagrid was visibly surprised at the sight of the four people in front of him, but he was obviously in a happy mood, and the room was full of miscellaneous items.

"Buckbeak finally checked, and we were still a little worried, so we came and took a look." Augustus waved his hand slightly.

"Hehe," Hagrid smiled, "it's actually the last step of the superficial process, and there shouldn't be anything wrong, but thank you for your concern about it." ”

"Where's Buckbeak, Hagrid?" Hermione asked hesitantly.

"I just took it outside." Hagrid shrugged casually, spilling the milk all over the table as he poured it into the jar. "You know, maybe it's not used to so many people, so after the noon check, it's been a little sluggish, so I'm going to let it go and get some fresh air."

Hermione nodded, and she busied herself preparing tea. Then, just as she picked up the bottle to pour some milk into the jar, she screamed.

"Ron! I?? I don't believe it?? That's Spotted!"

Ron looked at her dumbfounded.

"What are you talking about?"

Hermione brought the jug to the table and flipped it face up. Spotted screamed in panic. Struggling to get back into the milk jug, he slipped onto the table.

Augustus looked at the little mouse with some confusion, why would it hide in Hagrid, could it be that Hogwarts had his enemies, and knew that he was Animagus, so the castle was no longer safe for him? However, it is really unreasonable for a wizard who has been a rat for more than ten years, even if he really has any enemies, how can he have been looking for him for so long.

The sun was now only half of its body, and the dull yellow afterglow poured into the wooden hut, and the warm light reflected the dust floating in the air in the hut, and Augustus looked at the flecks that were constantly struggling, and his deep pupils became darker and darker.