Because of the unexpected situation last night, Maca on Tyrande's side didn't make it after all.

And from today, it's the day of the exam.

Maca always comes across as nonchalant when it comes to exams. And this time, everyone felt that he seemed to be even more absent-minded than in previous years.

On the first night of exam week, Maca sneaked off to Hogsmeade. After all, there is still some gold galleons in Tyrande that have not been retrieved!

However, it's better to say not to go; This time made Maca feel more and more that she was wasting her time.

According to Tyrande, it will take at least half a year for him to leave, and during that time, the right to sell the potion will return to Maca's hands - it's all money!

In any case, he has to find a new seller to work with, even if it is temporary, it is better than nothing.

The study of magic requires a large amount of gold gallons to support him. In terms of magic materials, Maca, who has long been used to spending a lot of money, really can't adapt to it for a while.

And the day before the exams ended, Cornelius Fudge showed up at the school.

Fudge was still wearing his pinstriped cloak, a slight sweat on his forehead, and he didn't look very good, with dark circles around his eyes.

Just then, he saw Harry, who had just finished his exam, and Harry was staring at him!

"Hello, Harry!" Fudge said, "Just finished the exam, didn't you?" Almost finished the exam, right? ”

"Yes." Harry nodded, and replied simply.

Hermione and Ron, on the other hand, had no interest in talking to the Minister of Magic at all, and they walked awkwardly around the back.

"The weather is so nice," Fudge said, his eyes falling on the lake, "but it's a pity...... It's a pity ......"

He sighed deeply and looked down at Harry.

"I'm here on an unpleasant mission, Harry. The Committee on the Disposal of Dangerous Organisms requested that a witness be present at the execution of a mad Hippogriff—and they invited me to attend as I needed to visit Hogwarts for something. ”

"So the appeal has already been heard?" Ron stepped forward and interjected.

"No, no, the appeal is scheduled for this afternoon." Fudge said, turning his head to look at Ron.

"Then you may not be able to be a witness to the execution of the death penalty!" Ron exclaimed, "That Hippogriff might be fine!" ”

Before Fudge could reply, two wizards walked out of the castle gate behind him.

One was very old, like a wilting old cucumber; The other was tall and well-proportioned, with some sparse stubble on his chin.

And right next to them, Maca was calmly walking with them.

The old wizard squinted at Hagrid's hut, then turned to Maca in a soft voice and said, "Ouch, ouch...... I'm too old to do anything like this......"

"It's not about being old, what you shouldn't do, of course, it's better not to do it." Next to him, the tall man said coldly.

At this point, Maca shrugged her shoulders and said, "I think so, Mr. McNeill. ”

……

Maca's final exam was divination, which happened to be on a par with Harry and Ron, while Hermione's was Muggle studies.

When Maca arrived at the front of the classroom, he saw many of his classmates sitting on the spiral staircase leading to the divination classroom—as if they wanted to give Merlin a last-minute hug.

"She will see us separately." Maca heard Harry's side and Neville talking, "Have any of you seen anything in the crystal ball?" ”

The line outside the classroom shortened slowly, and as soon as someone came down the silver staircase, the rest of the group came up and whispered, "What did she ask?" Did it pass? ”

However, all refused to answer the question.

"She said the crystal ball told her that if I told you, something terrible would happen to me!" Neville descended the stairs as he walked over to Harry and Ron and whispered.

The two men had now reached the elevator platform.

"That's right," Ron said contemptuously, "you know, I'm starting to think now that Hermione said she was right, she's an old liar. ”

"Yes." Harry looked at his watch and saw that it was already two o'clock, "I just wish she could ...... sooner"

Next was Ron, and then Harry. By the time it was Maca's turn, nearly 40 minutes had passed.

By the way, Harry came down with a surprised look on his face.

"What's wrong?" Marca greeted her and asked, "Did Professor Trelawney say something?" ”

"She just told me ......"

Harry was only halfway through his sentence when Professor Trelawney's voice rang out, "Marca McLean! ”

"Well, I want to be in a moment—" Harry hesitated.

"No, right now." Maca interrupted him, urging, "Hurry up, it won't take a few seconds." ”

"Hmm...... I think Professor Trelawney seems to have made a real prophecy just now," Harry said, thinking for a moment, and then shaking his head, "No, I'm not sure, but she just said ......"

“…… Say what? ”

She said—" "Mr. Macca, are you here?" ”

Harry looked at Maca again, but she just waved her hand and motioned for him to leave it alone.

She said that the Dark Lord had sacrificed a servant, had risen again, and had to become very powerful...... She also said, 'There is an even greater filth that is about to return to the world with the return of the Dark Lord'. Then she became more and more slurred, and I couldn't hear clearly......" said Harry, "but, then, Voldemort seems to be trying to ......"

"It's coming back......," Marka frowned, and said suddenly, "Harry, remember, read the Occlumency Notebook I gave you, and try to learn it as soon as possible." ”

His tone became serious: "Trust me, it's good for you and for us!" ”

"Yes...... Why is that? What does that spell do? Harry asked, confused.

Marca was about to explain a few more words, but Professor Trelawney was already shouting for the third time.

“…… In short, because of the scar on your forehead. Maca said this, and walked briskly up the spiral staircase.

……

When Maca arrived in the exam room, he immediately noticed that the tower room was hotter than ever.

The curtains were all tightly drawn, the fireplace was burning, and the air smelled unappetizing.

Maca frowned and walked over to Professor Trelawney, who was sitting waiting for him, with a large crystal ball in front of her.

"It's not a good thing to lose time," it seems that the wait for a while makes her expression a little awkward, "...... Well, look at this crystal ball, and I'll clock you now...... Then, you tell me what you see in it......"

Maca leaned over and glanced into the crystal ball, but no matter how he looked, he couldn't see anything but the swirling white mist.

In fact, Maca had already worked hard for divination, but he was afraid that he would not be able to understand this subject in his life.

Maca took out a small potions vial with her hand hidden under the edge of the table and quietly uncorked it.

"Well......" Professor Trelawney asked punctually, "what do you see?" ”

The room was scorching with heat, and the liquid in the bottle was evaporating quickly, at least faster than Maca had imagined.

He then rubbed his nose and applied some ointment to the underside of his nose.

"Oh...... I saw one, huh...... Small, long-tailed thing...... "Marca said something casually - he'd been thinking about Peter Pettigrew lately anyway.

"What does that thing look like?" Professor Trelawney asked mysteriously, "Now, think about ......?"

"......" Maca waited for the effect of the liquid to kick in, "I think it's just ...... Mouse? ”

"Really?" Professor Trelawney quickly wrote something on the parchment that lay on her lap, "I think you seem to see it...... Hmmm......"

She suddenly raised her hand and rubbed her eyes, her eyes becoming foggy.

"Oh, sorry...... I think ......" Trelawney squinted, her eyes becoming more and more misty.

But it wasn't long before Trelawney's eyes widened and her eyes began to roll around.

"Is it really done?" Maca was focused, ready to listen.

However, in the next moment, Trelawney suddenly closed her eyes again, and fell asleep on the table.

Maca couldn't help but pout, and simply took the record sheet on the table, pulled out her wand and tapped it twice. Suddenly, lines of prophetic records with the exact same handwriting as Trelawney's automatically appeared.

On the record sheet, he left the prophecy of Buckbeak's execution there.

If this happens, then at least his results in this year's divination class will not be too bad.

Just as he put the notebook back in and was about to wake Trelawney up and ramble a few words, she twitched a few times, and then a dull, hoarse voice sounded under the crook of her arm.

"Death...... will always be with you...... Sin will dance with you...... Your fate will be intertwined with calamity...... No...... No! ”

At this, Trelawney suddenly raised her head, her trembling, bloodshot eyes staring straight at Maca, and even a sickly flush appeared on her face.

"Don't-hit-open!" She shouted in a strange voice that looked like a man and a woman.

The voice sounded like a suffocated man criing for help, like a dying man wailing, and Maca couldn't tell if she was warning him or watching someone who didn't exist scream randomly.

This is a true prophecy, but it is never clear.