I was expelled from Hogwarts?

Telling ghost stories in class, it was fine for Trelawney to be frightened, but Rove was in trouble, and she was deducted 20 points from embarrassment.

After class, Rove was deliberately stayed by Trelawney, apparently to give him one-on-one teaching after school.

After all the students had left, only Rove and Trelawney were left in the room. She sat on a chair, with a soft smile on her lips, and said in a pretentious way:

Son, I'm so glad to see you passed one of the Triwizard Tournament safely, but the latter one is more dangerous, you must be careful.

Thank you for your concern. Rove apologized sincerely: Professor, I won't go through the window again.

It's all right. Trelawney sat in the winged armchair, scanned him with her surprisingly large eyes, and smiled:

Isn't it just walking through the window? No matter how big it is, you can go anywhere in the future, as you like.

Kid, did I deduct twenty points for you just now?

You are usually very busy, so it is normal for you to be late, not to mention that Mr. Longbottom asked for leave for you, I did not think carefully.

Now I will add thirty points to you, and the extra ten points is a little compensation for teaching me.

...

Rove looked at Trelawney, who was a little too attentive, and couldn't help being stunned. This is definitely not a normal her!

Could it be... that she knew about her relationship with her great-great-grandmother?

Professor Trelawney, you have something to say, don't do that, I'm afraid... Rove hurriedly said.

Rove, I do have a major matter related to the rise and fall of wizards, and I need your help. Trelawney cleared her throat, and said in her faintest and most distant voice:

You know, when I'm free, I use my Celestial Eye to stare into the future, monitoring possible enemies that may appear.

Just yesterday, I saw a great horror that endangered mankind!

Professor Trelawney said seriously, I tried to use all my power to change history, but I was counterattacked by the downstream of time, which made my third eye cloudy.

To reopen the Celestial Eye, one needs to use spirits that have been preserved for a thousand years to make potions for cleaning.

I know you found the wine left by Hufflepuff. Trelawney swallowed, and said greedily, For the future of human beings, please bring me a bottle.

...

Rove was speechless for a moment, staring at Trelawney sharply, and said, Did the portrait of Cassandra tell you about the wine I found?

Of course not! Trelawney's voice was low and full of mystery, but it didn't hide her obvious panic of being exposed.

This has nothing to do with my great-great-grandmother, it's my own divination.

Rove curled his lips, believing Trelawney's words, it would be better to believe I, Merlin, beat Garen!

And Cassandra, who tells everything to her great-great-granddaughter, her mouth is as loose as a belt... When Rove gets the Time Converter, he will definitely go back and teach Cassand face-to-face pull.

Just when the boy was about to refuse, a loud, hoarse voice suddenly sounded.

For the past thirteen years, the Dark Lord has been wandering in the world like a lonely ghost, without friends, abandoned by his companions, betrayed by his servants...

Rove raised his head and saw Professor Trelawney frozen in the armchair, his eyes were scattered and his chin drooped, like a sleeping Kogoro Mori.

Professor Trelawney?

Professor Trelawney didn't seem to hear, her eyes began to roll quickly, her whole body began to shake, and she spoke again, still in that hoarse voice.

But he is destined to rise again...with the help of three women...one by life...one by death...one by love...

Professor Trelawney let out a snort as her head dropped to her chest. Then, quite suddenly, her head popped up again.

I'm sorry, dear child, she said dreamily, it's too hot in the day, you know... I fell asleep for a while...

Rove didn't speak, just stood there, staring into Trelawney's eyes.

Is there something wrong, Rove? Trelawney asked puzzled, What's wrong with you?

No. Rove shook his head, he was silent for a moment, and said softly:

Professor Trelawney, you just asked me for the wine left by Hufflepuff, and I promised... I will give you a bottle as a Christmas present at Christmas.

Really? Trelawney said excitedly.

Of course it's true. Carrying a black suitcase, Rove strode towards the door. When he was about to walk out, he turned his head and smiled:

Sybil, say hello to Cassandra for me.

After Rove walked out of the divination classroom, he was still silently thinking about the prophecy Trelawney just said.

Due to her impure blood, Trelawney can only enter the Prophet mode in a certain state... Rove has heard of it, and now it is finally the first time to see it.

Therefore, he did not doubt the authenticity of Trelawney's prophecy, but was just thinking about the identities of the three women who helped Voldemort resurrect.

While thinking, Rove walked towards the principal's office. He quickly came to the gargoyle and said softly, Cockroach pile.

The gargoyle jumped aside, Rove stepped up the spiral stone staircase, and the door closed behind him.

The stairs rose slowly and automatically, bringing the boy to a shiny oak door, on which he knocked on the brass knocker.

But no one in the room spoke. After waiting for a while, Rove opened the door and walked into the principal's office.

Hearing someone coming in, the portraits of the principals hanging on the wall opened their eyes and looked at Rove. Phineas Black let out a sigh of relief:

Why is it you again, running towards the principal's office every day?

I have something important to ask Professor Dumbledore, where did he go? Rove asked.

Phoenix Fox standing on the golden perch, shaking its long tail feathers, looking towards the desk.

Rove turned around and saw a shallow stone basin on the table.

Thank you, Fox. Rove took out a large piece of cured Ankylosaurus ham from the box, and handed it to Fox.

The young man walked towards the Pensieve, and he saw that the memory was like mist but not mist, if water was not mercury white, swirling gently in the basin, causing ripples.

Apparently, Dumbledore was inside the Pensieve, viewing some memories.

Rove asked loudly into the basin: Professor Dumbledore, I have something to ask you.

A moment later, a slight voice sounded from inside the Pensieve, inviting Rove to enter the Pensieve. The boy had no choice but to reach out and touch the surface of the silver memory.

The next second, the principal's office suddenly fell over, and Rove's body rushed forward and entered the Pensieve.

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