News of the deaths of Barty Crouch and the Death Eaters held in Azkaban quickly spread through the wizarding world, making headlines in the Daily Prophet for several days.

In March, major reporters and news writers also angrily criticized the Ministry of Magic for inaction and opacity because of Barty Crouch's escape, pointing the finger at Fudge.

It has only been two months now, and the wind direction has changed 180 degrees.

The Ministry of Magic is no longer the Galleon who takes the taxpayers, and Fudge is no longer a dazed crow, but a brilliant minister who is wise and determined.

It can only be said that journalists are fickle.

Among these people, the most conspicuous is the American journalist named Jacob.

A few months ago, when Fudge was accused of being pointed out by a thousand people, he was going against the tide of public opinion, writing articles touting Fudge, and now he goes one step further, describing Fudge as the wisest and most promising leader in the British wizarding world for 500 years.

He also called on the Wizengamot to change the law to abolish the biennial election and give Minister Fudge a lifetime system.

Such remarks against the sky naturally caused an uproar.

Hogwarts students read the newspaper every day to give their opinions, but as we entered June, this behavior disappeared.

It's time for exams, and the little wizard needs to go back to the faithful library to brush up on his damn homework.

Warriors don't need to take final exams, and naturally they don't need to review, which is a crazy thing for most students.

However, Hermione was not happy at all, she didn't think there was any conflict between the Triwizard Tournament and the final exam, so she took the initiative to find Professor McGonagall and wanted to take the exam.

However, Professor McGonagall felt that the original purpose of the test was only to test the student's learning, and Hermione's level, she already knew very well, and there was no need to use the test again.

In a nutshell...... Don't be distracted, go and practice with Rove, and get the damn top three cup back for the old lady!

In Professor McGonagall's opinion, due to Harry and Ron's deductions, there is no hope for the House Cup, and the whole house is pointing to this Triumph Cup!

Not only Professor McGonagall, but also the other teachers wanted to keep the Triwizard Cup at Hogwarts, and they all helped the Warriors.

Professor Sprout contributes her greenhouse, so that if the warriors lack any herbs, they can go and pick them.

Professor Snape is also willing to help the warriors train and improve their magical skills...... As he said this, he kept staring into Harry's eyes, revealing the greasy smile of a middle-aged man.

Professor Flitwick stood by the window of his office every day with a telescope, observing the labyrinth of the Quidditch arena and telling the warriors what he had observed.

Even Professor Trelawney wants to do his part for the Hogwarts warriors to win the Triwizard Cup.

On this day, sitting in the divination classroom, Professor Trelawney explained the wonderful angle between Mars and Neptune.

In front of her was a small model of the solar system in a round glass enclosure, and it was a very beautiful model:

The burning sun, the eight planets, their moons, and the asteroid belt are all suspended in a glass dome, glittering in their respective positions.

At the end of the lecture, Professor Trelawney gave each of them a complex circular chart on which they were asked to fill in the planetary positions at the time of their birth.

It's a tedious job that requires a lot of tedious time and angles to calculate.

As Rove calculated, he couldn't help but wander, and his mind drifted to the prophecy that Trelawney had made earlier:

For thirteen years, the Dark Lord wandered the world like a lonely ghost, without friends, abandoned by his companions, and betrayed by his servants, but he was destined to rise again, with the help of three women:

One person is born because of ...... One person died...... A man by love......

This will look back and think about it, Rove already has some answers about the identities of the three women.

Especially since knowing that Voldemort was lodged in the back of the Dementor's head and rescued the Death Eaters, it became clear which woman "one for love" was referring to.

After all, in this world, only Bellatrix would love Tom.

As for the death of one person, Rov had thought about Harry's mother, Lily, but when he was attacked in Godric's Valley on Christmas, he ruled it out.

What's more, Lily and James' tombs have been protected, and it is impossible for Voldemort to get the bones...... So who will it be?

Just as Rove closed his eyes in contemplation, a deep voice rang out: "Wake up, child, don't sleep." ”

Rove opened his eyes and saw Trelawney suddenly approaching, staring meaningfully at herself, and said in a voice full of mystery:

"If you had seen what I saw when I was doing crystal ball divination last night, I am afraid that I would not have slept in class as leisurely as I do now."

Rove raised an eyebrow slightly.

"I was sitting here last night, enjoying the sunset, when I suddenly had an irrepressible urge to ask for my crystal ball." Trelawney lowered her voice and said:

I stood up, sat down in front of the crystal ball, and stared into the depths of the crystal...... Child, guess what I see staring at me? ”

"Second Wizarding War?" Hannah guessed.

"The end of the world?" Susan said horrified.

"Russian nuclear bombs dropped on London?" Justin asked.

"Your own reflection?" Neville concluded.

Listening to Neville's straightforward words, Rov laughed, and Trelawney glared at him fiercely and said:

"It's death, my dear, I see you...... Died in the last event of the Triwizard Tournament. ”

Hannah and Susan both covered their mouths with their hands, looking horrified.

Rove let out a soft sigh and asked, "How did you die?" ”

"A big wave hits, and the boat you're in sinks, and you fall into the water with that Ravenclaw warrior, Shirley Swinton...... Trelawney described.

"Professor." Rove rolled his eyes and said, "The third event of the Triwizard Tournament is in the Quidditch arena, where do you get the boat and water." ”

"Huh? In Quidditch? Trelawney was a little surprised, she thought it was in the Black Lagoon like the second project.

Seeing that Hannah and Susan both nodded, Trelawney snorted coldly and said sharply:

"It's summer vacation, and you're going to fall into the sea with Swinton on a boat...... In short, there is danger, and my eyes will not be wrong. ”

"Well, as your divination professor, of course I'm going to save your life." Trelawney whispered:

"Child, I can personally work to help you open the Heavenly Eye, so that you can see the danger in advance, and with the help of the Heavenly Purpose, you will definitely be able to win the Triwizard Tournament."

Hannah and Susan both looked at Rove with envy.

Rove also looked at Trelawney, always feeling that she looked like Tony's brother who was jumping up and down in the haircut, always picking up the customer's card, and he asked, "Isn't it free?" ”

"It's free." Trelawney sighed softly, "But if you open the Heavenly Eye, it will take me twenty years of strength.

You need to give me ten ...... No, a hundred bottles of Sherry left behind by Hufflepuff to replenish your body. ”

"Kid...... Open a Tianmu, you don't want to ...... Die, right? ”

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Surrey,

Xiaohuijin District,

4 Privet Road.

A skinny blonde woman, standing on the lawn, is holding a watering hose, watering her own lawn.

However, her eyes were more focused on the window of Seven, which could be seen as a couple arguing and throwing things.

The image made the woman even more excited, and she craned her neck to peer through the fence to spy on the quarrel of her neighbors.

Just then, an owl flew over, flew closer, circled in mid-air, dropped a letter at the woman, and flew away again.

The woman didn't dare to answer the letter for a while, because she knew that it was the way the weirdos used to send the letter.

The letter ended up on the lawn, only to see it read:

Surrey County, Little Whinging, 4 Privet Road, by Mrs. Penny Evans Dursley.

On top of the envelope, there is also a wax seal, a shield coat of arms, and a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake surrounded by a capital "H".

Petunia looked at the coat of arms, her hand shaking, and she threw the hose on the ground in fright.

She had received similar letters, but that was almost twenty years ago.

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(End of chapter)