But... You're not—" Hermione looked at Ivan in surprise and tried to retort, but her sharp teeth seemed to be ineffective today, and her words became a little stumbling and finally a whisper.

Ivan didn't hear what she was saying, didn't pay much attention to it, and continued to look at the book.

At this time, Harry seemed to remember something, and hesitated for a moment. "Do you think Professor Trelawney is weird today..."

"What's wrong? Isn't that old witch babbling every day? Ron pursed his lips and spat casually.

This academic year, Ron thinks he has figured out the truth of the divination professor, that is, a liar who fools people by pretending to be crazy and stupid.

I don't know why Professor Dumbledore brought her to school...

"No, it doesn't seem like it's the same today!" Harry shook his head and said in certainty.

Ivan, who was flipping through the book, stopped when he heard this, he closed the book, looked at Harry and asked in a serious voice. "Did Professor Trelawney make any new predictions?"

"How do you know it's prophesied?" Harry was weird.

Before Ivan could explain, Hermione was the first to speak. "Because Professor Trelawney has prophesied to us..."

"What hell is that... The prophecy of killing? Ron laughed, the prophecy had taken him by startling him at first, but nothing had happened for so long.

Harry remembered the incident and laughed as well...

"That's right! It's that prophecy... It was fulfilled! Hermione looked at the two who didn't care, frowned, and said seriously.

"Should... Fulfilled?! Ron was taken aback, and the books he was holding in his hand were knocked over to the ground.

"When and how was it fulfilled? How did we not know? Harry was confused, and unlike Ron, he remembered Professor Trelawney's prophecy clearly.

【You... A.. Slaughter! Blood... Hell! 】

Such a prophecy would be absolutely terrible if it came true!

But Ivan and Hermione had been in the castle every day of the school year, meeting them often, and Harry couldn't imagine how the prophecy had been confirmed.

"Anyway, it's come true, why are you asking so much?" Hermione glared at them, and then the little witch glanced at Ivan indiscriminately, her gaze softening as she thought back to her previous experience.

Under Hermione's glare, Harry and Ron could only hold back their doubts even though they had a stomach full of questions.

"What did Professor Trelawney tell you?" Ivan changed the subject and asked directly.

Harry hesitated for a moment, then spoke truthfully.

During his divination class, he accidentally left his book in the classroom, and when he returned to get it, he met Professor Trelawney, who was looking at a crystal ball.

"She was acting weird, like an empty shell without a soul," Harry shuddered as he recalled, trying to recount what it felt like to meet him.

"As soon as I entered, Professor Trelawney spotted me, and she said to me: darkness is approaching, and a great shadow hangs over the sky, and the Dark Lord's servants will be free... The wizarding world is about to change..."

At this point, Harry couldn't help but pause, and Professor Trelawney mentioned something about the Grim Reaper... But the words were very vague, and he didn't listen to them all...

Hearing the prophecy, Ron shuddered.

"Do you mean Peter Pettigrew when you say the Dark Lord's servant?" Harry hesitated, then asked.

"But wasn't Peter Pettigrew captured in Azkaban? He shouldn't be able to get out, right? Ron said with a hint of luck.

He didn't want the fable to come true at all...

"That's why it's called getting out of trouble, isn't it?" Hermione shattered Ron's illusions. "He's an Animagus! Sirius had said that the Dementors guarding Azkaban were not interested in animals, and that Sirius had escaped by turning into a black dog! ”

"Nope! Peter didn't come out so easily, the Ministry of Magic knew very well that he was an Animagus and would definitely strengthen his control, otherwise if something went wrong, public opinion would drown Fudge! There's no reason for them to be lazy...", Ivan frowned deeply and retorted.

Previously, because of the mistake of catching Sirius, a large number of wizards were already angry at the Ministry of Magic's mistake.

If Peter Pettigrew, who was so hard to catch, escapes this time, then Fudge, the Minister of Magic, will probably be out of the stage...

"yes, I'll just say he can't run!" Ron was immediately overjoyed to see that Ivan supported his remarks.

It's just that what he didn't expect was that Ivan quickly changed his voice and continued. "But if someone helps him, it doesn't have to be!"

Ivan Lisso put the books on the table into his pockets and beckoned Harry and the others.

"Without further ado, we'll go inform Professor Dumbledore now!"

Harry, Ron, and Hermione all realized the seriousness of the matter, put aside the review, and hurried to the headmaster's office.

"By the way, does anyone remember the day of Peter's sentence?"

Running all the way down the corridor, Ivan suddenly thought of something and asked.

"It seems like today!" Hermione calculated the time and said with great confidence.

Ivan thought of something, beckoning them to speed up their run.

......

Half an hour ago, in the waters of the North Sea, on an isolated island.

Madame Peter, as usual, came to visit her children on crutches, but before she could enter, she was stopped by two Aurors.

"As is customary, please hand over your wand, Lady Peter!"

"I don't have a wand, gentlemen, it's just my crutch... Please okay, okay, forgive the old woman's inconvenience! The first few times I've been here, none of the gentlemen guarding here have taken my crutches, I just want to see my children one last time! ”

Mrs. Peter said in a sad tone, and from time to time she trembled and shed a few tears, which seemed so touching.

The two Aurors hesitated, but at last they were deeply moved to let Lady Peter in for the sake of the few golden galleons that Madame Peter had handed over.

Of course, to be on the safe side, one of the Aurors chose to follow him closely to avoid any accidents.

Madame Peter nodded, and walked calmly in the prison of Azkaban, without showing any signs of abnormality.

It was very dilapidated and gloomy, the iron doors of the cells were rusty, and from time to time there would be cries and trembling screams and insults...