Harry Potter and the Rebirth

Chapter 443 Prophecy

George threw a strawberry into the air and stared at where the strawberry fell with his mouth wide open.

"what--"

The white teeth sparkled, but unexpectedly, Fred snatched it away halfway through. The two of them started a new round of fighting, and left the auditorium fighting for it.

The moment they stepped out of the hall, they stopped as if nothing had happened and stared at Ginny from a distance.

Ginny was squatting next to Hermione at this moment, looking at her with a worried look, "Hermione, Hermione, what's wrong with you?"

Hermione covered her neck tightly, making unpleasant hoarse sounds in her throat, her face turned red, and dense small spots immediately appeared on her skin.

"Don't scare me!"

Hermione knelt on the ground and hit her chest with her fists, bang, bang, bang, once, twice, three times.

Soon blood oozed from the corner of her mouth and flowed down her neck into her chest. Ginny knew that she had no way to solve the situation. She was also afraid that moving without permission would cause harm to Hermione, so she immediately turned around and wanted to run back to the hall to seek help from the professor.

Then I saw my two brothers.

"Go take care of Hermione, she seems to be in trouble. I will inform the professor."

The twin brothers were horrified and quickly ran to Hermione, watching her rolling on the ground in pain, with a look of helplessness on her face.

"I, what should we do now?"

"Do you know any healing spells?"

"Let's just forget it."

The two looked at each other and fell silent again, waiting for Professor McGonagall to arrive.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way. Don't block the way here." Professor McGonagall pushed the twin brothers apart and looked at Hermione who was still rolling on the ground with a distressed look on her face.

It takes too long to walk up the stairs from here to the infirmary, and Apparition is not allowed.

Professor McGonagall picked up Hermione and said, "The broom is flying—"

The flying broom, which had not been used for a long time in the wooden cabinet, heard the call of its owner, broke free from the wooden chain tied to it, and came into Professor McGonagall's hands with a whoosh.

Professor McGonagall rode on it, holding Hermione in one hand, and flew straight to the window of the school infirmary. Under the surprised gaze of Madam Pomfrey, she broke the glass.

"I'm so sorry, Pomfrey—"

"I understand. Put her on the bed quickly and call Snape up."

The cool and elegant Professor Meowth left everyone stunned.

"Not Fred, is this okay?"

"Professor McGonagall is so handsome. I declare that she is my goddess from now on."

"Wasn't she your goddess before?"

Fred didn't respond, "Come on, let's go to the infirmary and see what happened to Hermione."

Everyone in the auditorium gathered around and saw the second half of the incident.

In the crowd, everyone's reaction was different. When Ginny saw Hermione go to the infirmary, she was the first to rush up, causing the dilapidated stairs to collapse with a loud noise.

Since losing his grandfather, the fat boy Elliot has never been around Hermione and Ron again. He stays alone all day and is very close to Professor Georges, who is also from the same school.

His face was now full of worry, and after receiving Georges's affirmative look, he finally chose to follow Ginny's footsteps.

The girls who lived in the same dormitory with Hermione looked at each other and sat at the table to eat as if nothing had happened.

"Shouldn't we go see her?"

"What does this have to do with us? With Madam Pomfrey here, he will definitely not die."

Their conversation was heard by Percy who was passing by. He sneered and then went up with his girlfriend Pelosi.

"What did he mean just now?" This girl actually has a crush on Percy, who already has a girlfriend. She is very sensitive to her lover's every move, and she feels much happier every time she gets in touch with him under the pretext of checking his dormitory.

"Nothing interesting. Maybe he heard our conversation just now."

"What?" The girl was a little upset. "I'm telling the truth. She's so aloof all day long. She doesn't pay attention to anyone and looks down on everyone. It seems that only big shots can stay with her. A Muggle who is nothing has such a good relationship with the Weasley family and is even a good friend of Harry Potter. She's also doing well in some organization - maybe -"

"Just shut up! Don't speculate about others with your dirty thoughts."

Several people parted on bad terms.

But Hermione couldn't see their noise at all, and of course she didn't care.

"Poppy (Poppy Pomfrey), what happened to this child?"

"It's hard to say. He may need to be sent to St. Mungo's Hospital for treatment. He may have been exposed to some kind of curse."

"Curse! How could there be such a thing in our school?" Mag cried out in amazement.

Snape, who had hurried over, heard these words. He stopped the students who wanted to visit the ward. Suddenly, he felt his arm getting hot, so he lifted up his robe and took a look.

Dark Mark

The mark, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly flashed recently and suddenly coincided with Hermione's situation, which made Snape think more.

Dumbledore is not at school now, so Voldemort -

Forget it, forget it.

McGonagall stood in front of the bed and placed her hand lovingly on Hermione's head.

Unexpectedly, Hermione felt like she was scalded by 100-degree boiling water. "Sorry, Professor, I didn't mean to do that." She knew Professor McGonagall meant well and looked at her with tears in her eyes.

"Kid, I'm sorry." McGonagall looked at her hand, then hid it behind her back, covered her face and walked away, bumping into Snape who came in.

"Minerva, you—"

"What's the matter with her?" Snape asked.

"Ah, what? What happened? Where's McGonagall? Where did she go?" Madam Pomfrey was just preparing medicine, and when she looked up, McGonagall was gone. This was not her style.

Hermione was silent. She still felt as if there were thousands of insects and ants gnawing at her forehead. It was extremely hot and made her physical discomfort even worse.

Finally, he couldn't bear the pain anymore and passed out.

"Hermione—"

The young wizards, who had just finished their final exams, had some free time and got some shocking gossip.

The story of Hermione fainting and entering the infirmary was exaggerated and widely circulated. Some people described it in vivid detail, vowing that she would follow in the footsteps of those little wizards at Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

The professor came over and severely deducted my grades from the school. I was also put in solitary confinement for three days and could not be released until the holiday.

This time Snape did not show up. He stared coldly at the boy who was talking nonsense, as if he wanted to drill open his brain to see what was going on inside.

“What a diversity of species.”

"What? What did you say?" The fat and big-eared boy was very arrogant. He didn't know where he got the confidence from in this situation.

The boy with a face full of flesh looked at this Slytherin who was usually inconspicuous, had mediocre grades, an ordinary face, and no connections. He was not like a Slytherin.

She grabbed his collar and pulled him hard, "You scumbag!"

Malfoy, who was standing aside, didn't think much about the vicious curse that Hermione had suffered. He was very excited now.

Because the person he is observing is about to reveal his true colors.

The threatened boy was not afraid. He used his cleverness to throw him over his shoulder and threw him heavily onto the dining table.

The dinner plate was broken and the food was swept all over the floor. Everyone in the cafeteria looked over. The boy was not nervous. He looked at the fat worms wriggling on the table, clapped his hands, met Snape's inquiring eyes, and finally turned away nonchalantly.

When leaving, he even walked in front of Malfoy and asked, "Are you satisfied with this scene?"

Malfoy, who was caught, didn't know what to say.

"Why can't you bear it?"

"Tolerating everything and accepting everything is no different from being a wimp."

The boy said this and walked away swaggeringly.

"Where are you going?"

"Teach the bedbug a lesson. Oh, by the way, I forgot the bedbug is still on the dining table."

The boy teleported to the dining table, grabbed the man by the collar and threw him off the table in front of Snape, completely ignoring his struggles and wailing.

"You've soiled my clothes." Harry had just used some tricks to magnify the boy's pain infinitely. Harry was gone, but Hermione was not someone who could be bullied by anyone.

She deliberately threw the hairpin on the ground, bent down, pressed the heel of her shoe firmly on the boy's hand, and rolled it slowly a few times.

"Ah!" A howling sound like a pig being slaughtered.

"Professor, professor, save me!"

This fat boy didn't know why he had caused such a strong revenge just because he had said something that seemed very normal to him.

And this happened right under the professor's nose.

Are they, are they all standing there watching the show?

The boy was furious.

"All right—that's enough of this. Let go of your hands."

"And," Snape looked at Harry helplessly, "pick up your hairpin and go back to your seat."

"I think we need to have a good talk."

Snape brought Malfoy, the thin, ordinary boy who suddenly exploded, and the fat man with a fat head and big ears to his office.

After they left, the auditorium suddenly exploded. This wonderful show went on scene by scene, you come on stage and we sing.

"Hey, do you think that Slaterlin girl just now looks a bit like-"

"Kind of. The famous Black Rose, right?"

"Yes, that's what it feels like."

"And that ruthless guy from Slytherin, aren't they all classmates from the same house? Why do they seem so indifferent? And they don't even come out to help."

"Tsk - you're a Slytherin, don't you know?"

"What a disgrace to our Slytherin community, such a brainless, stupid, and reckless guy."

"By the way, who was that guy just now? How could he Apparate in Hogwarts?"

"Does any of you know?"

Theodore Nott kept his head down and finished the food on his plate from beginning to end, turning a deaf ear to what was happening 1 meter away from him.

He glanced at Harry who was putting on her hairpin, then left.

"No, why don't I understand the development of this matter? Although the fat guy is not likable, he is definitely not so reckless as to curse someone to death in front of the professor. They don't usually have any contact, and there is no deep hatred between them-"

Some rational students began to analyze.

When Hermione heard about this from Ginny who was visiting her, she was not surprised at all.

She hid the piece of letter paper in the small space bag she carried with her.

As long as she carries it, the curse will remain, and everyone's ill will towards her will continue to deepen.

Just like the active magic in Professor McGonagall's hands, it would unconsciously affect the skin on her forehead.

Ginny did not use magic, but used a Muggle paring knife to peel the skin of the apple in circles. Unconsciously, the paring knife left her hand and slowly flew towards Hermione's face.

Ginny likes Harry, but Hermione is very close to Harry, and they even have many secrets in common. How come she never knew that Hermione's face was okay?

If this face——

Hermione watched calmly, ready to turn the knife to stone at any moment.

"Ah!" The paring knife fell on the soft bed. Ginny stood up suddenly, picked up the paring knife on the bed, apologized to Hermione, handed the apple to Hermione, and hurried out of the school infirmary.

The whole room was silent. Crunch, crunch, Hermione nibbled on the apple peeled by Ginny and took out the paper from the small storage bag.

The color of her hands at this moment was surprisingly consistent with the color of the parchment, and this color was constantly devouring her normal skin color.

Hermione was unmoved.

Her eyes were burning with excitement. This was an extremely bold idea, a genius plan that would be accomplished by her alone.

As for, as for the others.

Headmaster Dumbledore will arrange everything for me. My parents will be well taken care of and they will forget that they ever had a daughter.

Hermione Jean Granger -

Snape stared at the children standing in front of him with a gloomy face. He was really lawless, especially the one in the middle who had a face full of dissatisfaction and a thorny look. He was simply the reincarnation of James Potter.

"Give me an explanation, starting with you. Why did you suddenly say such a thing?"

"I, I, I was telling the truth."

"What truth? Could it be that our Mr. Bruce has the ability to predict the future?"

"It wasn't me. I went to see what happened that day, but when I saw our professor of prophecy, that crazy old woman——"

Snape frowned. "It's the professor—"

"Well, that professor, she said."

Memories of the past flashed through Snape's barriers with unparalleled speed and force, and he remembered the tea shop where the woman met Dumbledore.

At that time, I felt particularly excited to be able to contribute my own strength to the great Dark Lord.

Sybill Trelawney, who has the blood of a family of prophets, successfully predicted that Harry would defeat Voldemort. For this reason, she was appointed as the professor of prophecy at Hogwarts by Dumbledore.

Even though she doesn't have any abilities normally.

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