Dumbledore looked helpless, "I'm old, but I'm not a hud yet. ”

Snape still looked at Dumbledore, staring at his hooked nose, as if he could tell if Dumbledore was in disguise.

Dumbledore sighed, he had to give an explanation.

He lowered his head and stirred the teacup, "Calvin is doing something very dangerous. ”

"Breaking the laws of the Ministry of Magic?" Snape said mockingly, "The Ministry of Magic is almost open to him." ”

"No, I'm not too worried about that," Dumbledore looked up at Fawkes in the room, "what he's going to do might have something to do with Voldemort." ”

"No kidding," Snape said coldly, "even if he suddenly gave you a Death Reminder that day, he wouldn't get involved with Voldemort. ”

"Honestly, I don't really care about that," Dumbledore smiled lightly, "So, pay more attention to him, okay?" ”

Snape looked at Dumbledore as if he were meeting him for the first time. Finally, he said slowly: "Speaking of which, there is really something that has caught my attention recently..."

"He asked me out of the blue that day what he thought of Trelawney."

"Oh, it's really worth paying attention to," Dumbledore took a sip of his greasy tea, "he wants to get the prophecy you overheard from me, do you think he knows you overheard?" ”

Snape thought for a moment and shook his head slowly, "He shouldn't know, he didn't follow after I told him I didn't know Trelawney well. ”

"And, if he knew, I'm afraid it would be hard for me to keep the secret. His mastery of memory magic is no less than mine. ”

Dumbledore pondered for a moment, then waved his hand, "If he had been inquiring about this prophecy, you would have inadvertently revealed it to him. Only reveal what you heard. ”

Snape frowned, "Let him know, right?" ”

"He'll find out sooner or later," Dumbledore said, "he'll have a way to get it." It's better for us to take the initiative to reveal it to him. ”

But my question is, what does he want this prophecy for? Or, what are he and Lucius going to do with this prophecy? ”

Snape also fell silent, neither he nor Dumbledore understood what Calvin was trying to do, and the only thankful thing was that he wouldn't reveal the prophecy to Voldemort.

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Calvin was hiding in a magical painting of his farm, and he set the time to dusk, which was a good time to think.

How can we get all or part of the prophecy? Calvin pondered this question at sunset.

Since Dumbledore said he wouldn't tell him, there was no need to go to him.

It was not appropriate to forcibly obtain it from Trelawney, not that he was afraid of Dumbledore, but mainly that there was no need to force a turn against him.

Then there are only two roads left, the Death Eaters and the Hog's Head Bar.

Calvin picked up a thick stack of parchment on the table, which contained the most comprehensive list of Death Eaters, and even many of those who were mere suspects.

This list was not compiled by the Ministry of Magic, but by Sirius and Remus. So many of the people mentioned above were not captured in Azkaban, such as Lucius Malfoy.

Calvin looked at the dazzling names on it, and he quickly zeroed in on the suspicion of eavesdropping on the captured Death Eaters.

For only loyal Death Eaters will choose to report when they hear the prophecy of killing their master's nemesis, while disloyal Death Eaters will find another way out.

Calvin wrote to Scrimgeour and asked him to ask if the Death Eaters in Azkaban had heard the prophecy. But he didn't expect much, one of which was that the fanatical Death Eaters might also be guarding the secret, and the other was that the Death Eaters who heard the prophecy might be dead.

So inquiring about this prophecy among the Death Eaters was a needle in a haystack, and Calvin could only pin his hopes on the pig's head bar.

However, it is also very difficult for Calvin to pursue a few words spoken when he was drunk with a drunken man for more than ten years in a mixed bar.

"Hey, let's go check it out." Calvin muttered to himself, a flash of golden light, and he left the magic painting.

When we arrived at the Pig's Head Bar, it was just noon, and the crowd in the crowded bar was the least, with only a few hooded wizards drinking in the corner. And the most eye-catching thing now is the bartender standing in front of the bar, holding a rag, wiping the table that can never be wiped clean - Aberforth.

"Have a butterbeer, Aberforth." Calvin sat down in front of the bartender and said almost as he spoke.

Aberforth put away the rag, "Hear me, have a glass of dragon's blood whiskey." ”

Aberforth knew Calvin and didn't like him very much, thinking he was going to cause him trouble, so he would kill him when he got the chance.

Calvin smiled helplessly and took a sip of the dragon's blood whiskey brought by Aberforth, "Aberforth, I want to ask, are you familiar with Trelawney?" Sybil Trelawney. I've heard that she lived with you for a while more than a decade ago. ”

"Hey, how much can I remember from more than ten years ago?" Aberforth said angrily, "But this Trelawney, I'm really impressed.

Trelawney was the only normal wizard who drank bad alcohol, she was small, her face was yellow, and she wore jingling beads and necklaces around her neck. Although he was wearing a brand-name wizard's robe, it was dirty and torn, and it seemed that he had not washed or mended it for more than ten years.

When she speaks to people, she is always full of fog of the future, but she has never calculated accurately. Others took a nickname for her from the words she didn't understand, called Sybil the Liar.

As soon as Sybil arrived, the crowd burst into laughter, and some exclaimed, 'Sybil, you have another necklace.' She didn't answer, but said to me, 'Two glasses of sherry and a plate of cockroaches.' And nine nats were discharged. They deliberately shouted, 'You must have cheated people out of money again!' Sybil's eyes widened and he said, 'How can you smear people's innocence out of thin air like this......'"

Aberforth wanted to go on, but Calvin interrupted him, frowning and asking, "Does everyone think Trelawney is a liar?" ”

"Well...... Aberforth thought for a moment, "probably yes, no one ever believed her prophecy. ”

"Hasn't it been fulfilled once?"

"No, there must have been a prediction," Aberforth was a little uncomfortable, "but the man didn't believe it was Sybil's prophecy, but took a sip, thinking that she was a blind cat and a dead mouse. ”

"Who's that man?" Calvin came interested.

Aberforth glared at him and exclaimed, "Me! ”