Harry Potter's Otherworldly Archmage

"In fact, there is nothing wrong with predicting things. There are no accurate predictions in this world. Most of the predictions that are considered absolute are only connected by the prophets themselves. The connections between things are inextricably linked. So as long as you find a general direction, many prophets can become prophets in the eyes of others. In fact, as long as you think about it, it is not difficult to find the tricks in it." Augustus picked up the pumpkin juice, Smiled.

"That's right, Saul, you still believe too much in these sanctimonious liars. I think even Trelawney's grandfather, most of his prophecies are just speculations. As Mr. Augustus said, as long as If you have mastered the intricate connections between things, it is very easy to become a prophet to deceive the world." Malfoy nodded, obviously not interested in these prophets.

"Even if this is the case, there is nothing in vain under the reputation. I believe that some predictions based on the existence of a certain trajectory are somewhat accurate. Existence is reasonable, like a mirror image, but it is just the other side of things. It’s just an image.” Sol stroked his chin, thinking in his sea-blue pupils.

"Tsk tsk, as a Slytherin student, to actually believe in this theory of gods and ghosts is really embarrassing to us Slytherins. I think you might as well follow Professor Trelawney to specialize in prophecy in the future. I believe it won't take long. One A brand new magic wand has been born, and your family will be proud of you." Loki really couldn't understand Thor's prophecy that most Slytherin students dismissed, and said sarcastically.

"Cough," Sol blushed slightly, "I just mentioned it casually, but I'm not too keen on these things, so I don't need to go online like this."

The dinner party ended in a noisy atmosphere. Before leaving, Malfoy couldn't get used to Harry who was in a happy mood. He shouted "Dementors greet you, Harry!" in the crowd, but it didn't seem to be very effective. Big, because Harry shot him an odd smile, so subtle that it sent a chill down Malfoy's back for no apparent reason, and the effect was ironic.

Augustus and his party headed towards the Slytherin common room along the stairs of the auditorium, and when they walked to the portrait of the Fat Lady of Gryffindor, they found that most of the Gryffindor students were crowded at the door, as if they were captured by the portrait. some problems.

Malfoy looked over the head.The portrait seems to be closed.

"Please let me pass." Percy's voice, he came out from the crowd in a grand manner. "Why are you stuck here? Don't you all forget your password? I'm sorry, I'm the head of the Boys Student Council..." There was a silence, from the front, so it was like a cold snap in the hallway Like spreading out.They heard Percy speak, and their voices suddenly shrilled: "Someone ask Professor Dumbledore. Quick!"

Everyone turned their heads, and the last person stood on tiptoe.

"Hehe, it seems that something interesting happened to these little lions. They actually want to alarm the principal. They really like to make troubles. Could it be that Ron's two older brothers have invented some new pranks?" Loki said amber. There was a smile in his pupils, and he was obviously happy to hear about the Gryffindor accident.

"It seems that the situation is quite serious, otherwise there is no need to invite Dumbledore." Augustus looked at the crowded crowd suspiciously.

"What's the matter?" said Ginny, who had just arrived.

A moment later, Professor Dumbledore arrived, and he hurried towards the portrait; the Gryffindor House students crowded together to let him pass, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione moved closer to get a better look Where is the trouble.

The crowd began to part, and Augustus finally saw what was going on, "Oh, my God..." Hermione exclaimed, clutching Harry's arm.The fat lady had disappeared from the portrait, the portrait had been vandalized, pieces of canvas were strewn all over the floor, and large pieces of canvas had been completely ripped from the frame.Dumbledore took a quick look at the damaged painting. "Professor McGonagall, please go to Filch immediately and tell him to look for the fat lady on every painting in the castle."

"It's really a masterpiece. Who is the master who makes such performance art and makes this painting so tasteful." Malfoy showed a malicious smile on his face, and the Gryffindor students around him glared at him, but with him With his face, these eyes that can kill people are obviously completely immune.

"I don't think it's a student's work. Even in our college, no one is so bored as to take a portrait. It's even more impossible for students from the other two colleges. In this way, it should be someone outside the school. .” Saul reasoned briefly.

"It's not ruled out that they are people outside the school, but now that there are a large number of dementors stationed around the school, it is really hard to imagine that someone can sneak into the school to commit crimes. Even if they do sneak in, is it just to destroy a useless portrait?" Augustus A key point was raised.

"Yeah, who would be bored enough to sneak into Hogwarts surrounded by dementors, wander around in the busy castle, just to find a portrait of the fat lady and destroy it, is it student days Forged a deep hatred with the fat lady that is difficult to settle, and you have been sharpening your sword for ten years, just for revenge?" Lilian was really unimaginable, and her tone was full of doubts.

"You'll be lucky!" said a hoarse voice.It was Peeves the Trickster, jumping over the heads of the crowd, looking happy to see the devastation and sorrow, as he always did.

"What do you mean, Peeves?" Dumbledore asked calmly.Peeves' smile faded a little.He dared not laugh at Dumbledore.He adopted an oily tone instead, which sounded better than the hoarse voice.

"Excuse me, Mr. Headmaster. Don't want to be seen. She's made a mess. Saw her running past that picture on the fifth floor, sir, hiding among the trees, crying and saying horrible things," he said cheerfully. "Poor thing," he added, without any sense of pity.

"Did she say who did it?" Dumbledore asked quietly.

"Oh, I've said it, Head Professor." Peeves said, looking as if he was holding a big bomb in his arms. "He was very annoyed she wouldn't let him in, you understand." Peeves somersaulted in the air, grinning at Dumbledore from between his own legs. "He's got a bad temper, this Sirius Black."