Chapter 142： True prophecy

The little dwarf Peter can't be crazy, he must be planning a plot!

They always wanted to catch Peter, but from the current situation...

Ai Wen Meng woke up, Peter should not want to catch Black? ! Dumbledore is not in Hogwarts this evening, but Snape is there, Peter knows that Snape hates Black, and he is ready to take advantage of this.

As long as Black's news of sneaking into the castle tonight was told to Snape, there was no need for the little dwarf Peter to shoot himself, and Snape would help him catch Black. With Snape's hatred of Black, once he is caught, I am afraid that he will give the dementors outside the castle the first time, instead of giving it to the magic for trial.

As long as Black is removed, no one knows that the little dwarf Peter is still alive; no one can prove that he was betrayed Harry's parents, and he can appear in the public. At that time, he can tell everyone that he has been humiliated for 12 years and has been silently protecting Harry around him as a rat, protecting him from Sirius Black...

undefinedIvan's back was soaked in cold sweat, it was terrible!

This is definitely a plot planned by the little dwarf Peter. From last night, Professor Lupin's werewolf identity was discovered by everyone. This conspiracy has already begun.

Even without his own plan, this evening, the little dwarf Peter will seduce Black to the city!

Wait a minute, Ivan forced himself to calm down.

It stands to reason that Peter Dwarf could not know when Black came, even though he passed the password to Croaker Hill, but Black did not necessarily act according to his ideas. The little dwarf Peter was even less likely to keep Snape In the Gryffindor common room.

This is too unrealistic unless he can keep abreast of Sirius Black's movements.

There are many ways to do this, but for the little dwarf Peter, the only practical thing is...

"Live a map!"

Ai Wen suddenly found that he ignored this magic item that can know the position of everyone in the castle.

When Professor Lu Ping confiscates the live map yesterday, Ron is also there. Peter must know that the live map is at Professor Lupin, so he only controlled Ron to Professor Lupin's office last night. He must go to find the map. of.

"Ron?!" Harry yelled.

The three of them stood at the door of the bedroom, and the inside was faint. Through the faint light outside the window, Avon saw Ron lying on his four-poster bed facing him. It seemed to fall asleep, and the curtains around the bed were put. Come down.

He could feel that the little dwarf Peter was hiding in Ron's jacket pocket. Maybe he still hasn't got a chance to get a live map. He doesn't have time at all. He can't look for the map in front of everyone in the school. The map must be in the office of Professor Lupin!

Evan hurriedly turned around. As long as he passed, he found a live map before Peter Dwarf. There will be no accidents tonight.

"Avon, what are you doing?" Hermione said in a panic.

"I went to Professor Lupin's office and looked for the live map!" Ai Wen said in a low voice.

"I am going with you too..."

"No, you and Harry stayed here and watched Ron!" Avon looked at Hermione and said with a restless voice, "Remember, before I come back, everything must be careful!"

"I know, you are the same!" Hermione hesitated, quickly stepped forward and embraced Avon.

Ai Wen hugged Hermione tightly, carrying the girl's temperature in her arms. He ran out of the common room and rushed to Professor Lupin's office with his fastest speed. He followed the spiral staircase down quickly, and all he wanted in his head was related to the live map.

At the corner of the fourth floor, he and Professor Trelawney collided.

Professor Trelawney seemed to have just returned from the kitchen. She licked the smell of the next sherry, holding two bottles in her hand, and he was hit by Ai Wen.

"Be careful, see where you are going!"

"Sorry, Professor!" Ai Wen hurriedly helped her up.

"It turned out to be you, my dear child!" Professor Trelawney clung to Avon's arm. She suddenly came close, and the big, watery eyes stared at him, whispering in a fuzzy voice. "Dear, I found that the signs on you are becoming more and more clear..."

"Thank you, Professor! I will be careful." Ai Wen broke free from the other side, and the thick wine on her body made him very uncomfortable.

"No, you don't understand!" Professor Trelawney muttered. "Disaster, misfortune, getting closer..."

It seems that in order to match her words, a cold wind blew, and the candle not far away beaten and was blown out by the wind!

The dimly lit corridor became more gloomy. In the dark, Ai Wen could only see the blurred figure of the other side.

"It's death, dear!" Professor Trelawney's voice was like a whisper, intermittent and faint. "It came, getting closer, it hovered over a vulture. Getting lower and lower, just above the castle!"

Ai Wen didn't talk. He looked around nervously. He didn't want to be seen by other people in this embarrassing scene.

Fortunately, there are only two of them in the corridor.

Professor Trelawney did not stop, listening to what she said, someone in the castle will die recently.

This is definitely not good news, will it be Sirius Black, or...

Of course, in Ai Wen's opinion, the other party is more likely to talk about it.

"Dear, will you choose a divination class next year?" Professor Trelawney suddenly asked.

"Maybe, will!" Ai Wen whispered.

In his heart, he secretly made up his mind that he would not choose the divination course next year, or he would be scared to death by Professor Trelawney sooner or later.

From the day she knew her, Evan never heard a happy prediction from the other side.

"You are never a good prophet like the child of Porter. The aura on your head is very small!" said Professor Trelawney. "But both of you are very ideal prophetic objects, fate. The signs are more clear on both of you than others."

The other party seems to be praising himself, but Avon is not sure if he should be happy.

If the signs of fate are clear, it means that you must always be subject to death prophecy, which is really a sad quality.

"Professor, I have an urgent thing to do, I have to go!"

Ai Wen turned and left, but a loud, hoarse voice suddenly spoke behind his back.

"That is going to happen soon!"

"Sorry, Professor! What are you talking about?"

Ai Wen quickly turned back. He saw Professor Trelawney as if he had changed someone. She leaned against the wall, her body was stiff, her eyes were sloppy, and her chin was drooping.

Ai Wen's heart slammed, and Professor Trelawney would not be prophesying? !

A true prophecy! ! !