Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

Chapter 368 The Savior's Prophecy

Harry and Hermione fled all the way to the hall.

The double oak doors at the front of the castle stood open, and the two men walked down the steps, with fairy lights twinkling in the rose garden.

Low bushes, ornate winding paths, and huge stone statues had risen around it. Harry could hear the splashing of water, like a fountain, and occasionally saw people sitting on carved benches.

"Perhaps this is what Fleur was talking about, the style of Beauxbatons," Harry said for the sake of conversation.

But the next moment, he wanted to slap himself again.

'Why do you mention other girls for no reason?'

Afterwards, he could only awkwardly take a sip of the butterbeer in his hand.

The two of them walked quietly.

I can only walk quietly like this.

Gradually, the cold winter wind blew away the pink energy in the auditorium, and gradually calmed both of them down.

The embarrassment is no longer so embarrassing.

On the contrary, even if they were just walking together without saying a word, Harry felt extremely relaxed. This kind of non-awkward silence made him feel extremely wonderful and beautiful.

He even began to wish that the path could be longer and longer.

At the same time, he hoped Hermione would think so.

Suddenly, they heard drunken muttering.

"I saw it - the future!" the voice said hoarsely and weakly.

"Who is it?" Harry was a little confused and quickened his pace. He didn't want to pry into other people's secrets for no reason.

"It's Professor Trelawney," whispered Hermione.

Harry looked at Hermione in surprise. They had only taken a few Divination classes together, but he didn't expect that Hermione could still remember the professor's voice.

It's not a joke to say that Harry couldn't even remember what the professor looked like.

I just remember being a little crazy.

They walked through a bush and saw a tall and strong girl.

Harry remembered this girl. She was one of the warriors and got the Wheel of Fortune in the Tarot cards from the Centaur tribe.

Obviously, the dark figure holding the bottle of sherry next to the girl is Professor Trelawney.

"Perhaps she is asking the great fortune teller Cassandra Trelawney's chosen granddaughter for some divination knowledge." Hermione whispered, "It's a pity that she doesn't know that the professor is only good at talking nonsense and predicting other people's deaths."

Harry didn't know why he wanted to laugh, but he did his best to hold it back.

He knew from Crabbe Goyle that for the Divination assignment, he would get a high grade if he made up some of his own tragedies.

Crabbe-Gall has gone from being "scalded by hot soup" in the beginning to having nothing left to write about now. He has begun to say that he will be drowned by a tsunami and struck by lightning.

"Let's go," said Harry.

"I predicted the professor's death, and many more." Trelawney's voice continued in a low voice.

It's not that low. She drank too much.

Harry could hear it, anyway.

And he knew what Trelawney was talking about.

What she predicted was the death of Uncle Moon, at the first dueling tournament. Professor Trelawney came to watch the tournament and drank too much. She suddenly started saying that in the tournament hosted by Uncle Moon, she saw blood and fire, and saw Jones and some people who could fight against Voldemort die.

Harry's comment on this was also simple.

Neuropathy.

As a result, he disliked the professor even more.

"Professor, I remember you had a legendary prophecy about the 'savior.'" the Wheel of Fortune continued to ask.

Harry and the other had already passed.

Among the rose bushes, the delicate flowers are covered with a little snow, making them look even paler and more gorgeous.

Harry and Hermione sat by the flower bed, chatting idly.

A moment later, Harry's ears once again caught a familiar low, hoarse voice.

".Don't see what the fuss is about, Igor."

"Severus!" Another voice sounded. It was Karkaroff's voice. Harry was very confused. Are these two people familiar with each other? But Harry had never seen them say anything before.

Harry wanted to take Hermione away, but before he stood up, he decided to continue listening.

Just because of what Karkaroff said next.

"Severus, you can't pretend it didn't happen!" Karkaroff trembled. "The Dark Lord, I felt him come to Durmstrang. I almost died.

You know, the reason I can be the headmaster now is because I disclosed the list of Death Eaters in court."

"Yes, yes," said Snape impatiently, "and my name is on it, isn't it?

Since you chose to betray, why are you trembling now? Weren't you prepared back then? "

"No!" Karkaroff said fiercely, "I don't want to die, Severus!"

As he spoke, his words softened again.

"Please tell me the secret." He said, "I know you were favored by the Dark Lord because you told him the prophecy.

But look at you. You are still here as a professor, and the Dark Lord has no intention of settling accounts with you.

Tell me, tell me the secret. I don’t want to die.”

"I did not betray the Dark Lord!" said Snape. "I was never going to be punished by what you call - who?!"

Snape waved his wand, and the rose bush suddenly opened to the sides, passing over Harry's hair and blowing forward.

Then, two senior students who were kissing passionately were suddenly exposed.

"Ten points for Ravenclaw, Fawcett!" Snape said fiercely, and the two men fled in haste. Snape's voice was like a ghost, chasing them: "Ten points for Hufflepuff, too, Stebbins!"

However, after this incident, Snape and Karkaroff no longer wanted to talk.

The two also separated.

Snape walked towards this side.

Then he saw a figure.

It's Harry.

"What are you doing sitting here alone, Potter?" A hint of panic flashed in Snape's eyes.

"Professor, are you really a Death Eater?" Harry said calmly.

Hermione sat next to Harry, anxiously touching his shoes with her feet.

She didn't understand why Harry refused the Disillusionment Charm she had cast on him and wanted to bring bad luck upon Professor Snape at this time.

"What does it have to do with you?" Snape growled, "Do you really think you are the Emperor?"

"Oh" Harry opened his hands: "I dare not do that."

"Ten points deducted from Slytherin." Snape said then turned and was about to leave.

"Ten points may not be enough," Harry said suddenly.

Snape turned around again and looked at the child who was almost as tall as him when he stood up.

He stood there quietly, as still as an iron rod.

No matter how strong the wind is, or how violent the rain and snow are, they cannot shake the black, thin, but firm iron rod that stands between heaven and earth!

"What exactly do you want to say, Potter?" Snape's face became gloomy.

Harry looked at Snape quietly and asked calmly, "What prophecy?"

"There is no prophecy." Snape growled, "What does it have to do with you? I see that you not only regard yourself as the [Emperor], but also really regard yourself as the [Savior] - deduct another 20 points from Slytherin."

"It's still not enough." Harry shook his head, his brows gradually lowered, darkness shrouded his face, only his sharp eyes were revealed, staring at Snape.

"Is it 'The Messiah's Prophecy'?" said Harry.

Then, it began to narrate in an aria-like manner: "The one with the power to conquer the Dark Lord is approaching... He was born at the end of the seventh month... The Dark Lord marked him as a powerful enemy, but he possessed a power that the Dark Lord did not understand...

One must die at the hands of the other, for both cannot live and only one survives..."

"Enough! Enough!!" Snape walked quickly towards Harry, trying to grab Harry's collar with both hands and lift him up to show his strength and anger.

Unexpectedly, Harry just dodged his hand easily.

But Harry was no longer so calm.

He looked at Snape in disbelief and sadness, as if unwilling to believe this answer.

"Really. Is it really you? Is what Karkaroff Karkaroff said true?

Is it really you who told Voldemort all this?"

He even hoped that Snape could shake his head and deceive himself now.

But it was already too late.

Snape's figure suddenly turned into a black mist. When he reappeared, he had already grabbed Harry and pointed his wand at his throat.

Harry didn't move away.

Snape didn't attack either - just as Harry had expected.

"Enough!" Snape roared, "Shut up, that's none of your business.

Who do you think you are? Do you think you can atone for your sins by rescuing the Hanged Man? Why - why don't you just go hang yourself?

Do you think I will be nice to you?

Who do you think you are? ! ! "

Harry didn't even understand why Snape said that.

He just stared at Snape, even though his throat had been grabbed and he was smashed against a tree trunk.

The next moment, Snape turned into black mist again and disappeared.

Then Harry fell violently into the snow.

Hermione suddenly appeared, her face flushed.

"Harry! Harry! Are you okay?!"

Harry just sat down in the snow, not even bothering to move.

His rare spirit supported himself and he smiled.

"Hermione, I'm fine." He said softly, "Well, how about we stop here tonight? It's a beautiful night. I'm sorry I won't take you back to the common room. That's what I originally wanted to do."

"Harry." Hermione looked at him with a choked voice.

"It's okay." Harry said, "I want to rest here for a while, you go back first."

"Are you really... okay?" Hermione asked.

"Of course." Harry nodded and took a deep breath: "It's just...tsk...how to say it...I didn't expect it to be Professor Snape, and then...I need a little time, that's all, just a little time."

"You go back first." Harry just said.

After a moment, facing that stubborn look, Hermione nodded reluctantly.

"it is good"

Then, her back, which kept looking back, disappeared from Harry's sight.

The next moment, Harry put his hand across.

The tree trunk next to him burst and exploded, and a curtain of snow fell from the treetops, half-covering him.

He was too lazy to move.

I just want to lie here like this.

That's it. Take a break.

He really respected Snape.

Even remember the warning words when you are about to perform Animagus

After an unknown amount of time, the music in the auditorium slowly died down.

The sound of footsteps gradually came, making a crunching sound as they stepped on the soft snow.

Harry came to his senses, exhaled a breath of cold air, and turned his head with difficulty.

In the darkness of the night, a dark shadow squatted beside him.

In his hands, he held two wine glasses.

And a bottle of tequila.

"I still have half a bottle of rum here." Mu En said, placing two cups on the snow, and then sat cross-legged on the snow.

Harry slowly raised himself up a little.

But I don't want to say anything.

Just quietly watching the bright orange wine fall into the glass.

After a while, two glasses of wine were poured.

"Let's have a drink." Mu En said, "When we are at sea, if we are unhappy, we will drink a glass of rum to warm ourselves up."

Harry pulled his hands out of the snow.

“I’ve always respected him.”

"That's your business." Mu En said.

"My business?" Harry hesitated.

"Yeah." Mu En raised his glass: "No need to care about others, whether it's me or Dumbledore."

"Okay." Harry nodded with difficulty and picked up the wine glass.

"Let's clink glasses." Mu En shook the glass.

"for what?"

"Damn fate?" Mu En said meaningfully.

"Uncle Moon, do you believe in fate too?" Harry raised his eyes.

"I don't believe it." Mu En shook his head: "But he does exist in this world."

"Do we all have a destiny?" Harry asked again.

"No." Mu En shook his head: "You all have this damn fate, but I don't. But..."

"But what?" Harry wondered.

"If you exist, you must bear the responsibility." Mu En said, "Just like a person who exists in society must bear the corresponding social responsibilities."

"Duty," Harry muttered.

He actually doesn't quite understand.

On the contrary, he wanted to know another answer.

"Uncle Mu En." he said.

"If this is true, can Professor Snape really be considered an indirect murderer?"

"That's right." Mu En nodded again.

"Whether it's you, him, or anyone else, you all know the answer very well.

This answer does not change in the slightest because of subjective emotions and love.

Just like death - death will not bring them back to life just because you miss them and want them back! "

"What should I do?" Harry asked again.

"I don't know." Mu En shook his glass: "That's your business."

"I see." Harry nodded and raised his glass.