The Strongest Badger at Hogwarts

Umbridge slowly walked out from surrounded by the inspectors.

First, she glanced at the surrounding inspectors with comfort and admiration, her mouth slightly opened and closed, as if she was complimenting the team's reaction just now.

Under the reassurance of her words, the panic on the faces of these inspectors who had just shot and injured Professor Trelawney was rapidly fading.

And it quickly turned into excitement and ecstasy.

This may be caused by what Umbridge promised them.

Then, when Umbridge turned his gaze to the spectators not far away, and Trelawney, who was lying on the ground vomiting blood, the expression on his face suddenly changed from geniality to complacency and arrogance.

"I'm so sick of you as a liar, Trelawney," Umbridge said in a disgusting tone. "Hogwarts was indeed your home until an hour ago, the Minister of Magic Your dismissal order will be signed.

Please leave the hall now, you embarrass us. "

Although Umbridge said so.

But she did not continue to drive Trelawney away, or even throw Trelawney out of Hogwarts.

This is not difficult for her, and many inspectors behind her are willing to perform this evil for her.

However, she just didn't do anything.

She was just there, gleefully watching Trelawney lying on the cold floor, vomiting blood and taking it out twice from time to time.

It's like she is enjoying the miserable and disgraced appearance of the other party now.

Or perhaps, she still has the desire to use this scene to deter the rest of Hogwarts professors and students.

But anyway, she can say that she has succeeded.

Link only glanced around for a while, and he could find many students holding each other and crying silently.

Even the professors of several partial subjects have a sad expression on their faces.

At this moment, a rush of footsteps sounded.

Professor McGonagall squeezed out of the crowd, walked straight to Professor Trelawney, patted her on the back vigorously, and drew a bandanna from the robe.

"Okay, Sybil, calm down... things are not as bad as you think..."

Professor McGonagall tried his best to comfort Trelawney, and Umbridge didn't have any thoughts to stop it.

There was even a hint of joy on her face, as if she felt that being able to pull Professor McGonagall into the water was an unexpectedly good thing.

But at the next moment, Professor Trelawney, who was still full of blood before, suddenly stood up.

Her head shook unconsciously, which caused her mouth to pour out the blood dripping from her mouth instantly, forming a large pool of disgusting brushed blood on the floor.

Not only that, but Trelawney's limbs supporting her body also showed a strange angle.

Coupled with her closed eyes and silent expression, it gives the illusion that she has turned into a marionette, and at this moment, there are countless silk threads controlling her actions.

Professor McGonagall, who had noticed something wrong, had already raised his wand, but his brows were frowned, but he was delayed in his next move, and he didn't seem to understand what was going on with Trelawney's weird behavior.

Also raising the wand were the inspectors beside Umbridge.

If they followed the pattern of their previous actions, it would be time to attack as soon as Trelawney changed.

Only this time because Professor McGonagall was also there, it didn't happen.

At least, they would not dare to attack with Professor McGonagall until Umbridge officially issued the attack order.

The atmosphere in the hall became more and more solemn, and some people who couldn't stand it had already left the scene in silence.

But Link, Emily and others are watching them with gusto.

Link doesn't care what Trelawney will end up with. Although Trelawney's previous prediction of Umbridge's final outcome is very accurate, it does not rule out the possibility of a blind cat running into a dead mouse.

After all, Trelawney herself wanted to curse Umbridge.

And the prediction made by Trelawney is just the ending in the original book.

Now this world has such a variable as Talink.

This is the same thing as holding a knife against the fortuneteller's neck and asking him whether he will die or not.

Link can completely kill Umbridge tonight and make Trelawney's prediction fail.

It is also possible to really send Umbridge to Azkaban, thus making Trelawney's language successful.

The so-called prediction, or divination, is nothing more than predicting the future result.

In the future, there are infinite possibilities.

If you want to make a prediction come true, you need to spend a lot of effort to construct the basic conditions to make things develop in this direction.

Dumbledore adopted such a strategy.

Link didn't know if Trelawney was lying when she predicted that Voldemort and the child could live only one in early July.

But Dumbledore certainly did not believe it.

He just pretended that he believed it, and then forced Voldemort and the others to believe it.

Because of this, he could use this prophecy as the core to construct a dead end that would completely kill Voldemort.

In this way, the motivation for staying at Hogwarts would be well understood.

This was just one of the means to convince Voldemort of this prophecy.

In other words, it doesn't matter whether Trelawney has the ability to predict.

She was just a tool person, as long as the ‘prophecy’ she said was good for Dumbledore, it was enough.

After thinking about all this, Link no longer struggled about whether to save Trelawney.

Unless... Trelawney can make a prediction that is also useful to him and has the possibility of fulfilling it.

But is this possible?

You know, although Link has lived with Trelawney at Hogwarts for so many years.

But because Link didn't apply for a divination course, and Trelawney was a drunkard, the two had never met.

Link is okay, Trelawney is really unfamiliar with Link.

However, it turns out that nothing in this world is impossible.

Because at the next moment, under everyone's gaze, Trelawney stood up staggeringly.

She has opened her eyes at this moment.

But the opened eyes were all white, completely invisible.

She stretched out a crooked finger, pointed slowly clockwise at the people around her, and muttered in a crazy tone:

"A stranger... a stranger has come to this world... Destiny... He is the Son of Destiny!

He is also... the Demon of Destruction and Pain!

The blood of the devil, let him be favored by heaven and earth!

He is...the end of the world...the blood-red flame...will burn everything...

He is also... the new bud... will take... the wizard to new glory...

Everything needs... needs love...

Let love guide...instruct him to become the master of...the blood of the demon...not the slave of the blood! "

After the words fell, Trelawney fell into a pool of blood and lost consciousness.

The hall was extremely silent.

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, you don’t know what to say.

Trelawney's performance just now was really weird, and it did echo the image of a fortuneteller in people's impression when he made a prediction.

But the problem is that her performance just now differs greatly from her usual image.

This creates a sense of unreality for everyone.

After a long time, Umbridge let out a sharp laugh:

"Hahahaha! At this time, do you still want to deceive us?

I thought you would curse me again, but I didn't think it was such a headless prophecy.

Could it be that you want to prove your ability?

Unfortunately, this is too late! "

As Umbridge laughed wildly, the inspectors around her also laughed.

Under the influence of this laughter, the unreality lingering in everyone's mind gradually faded, and finally many onlookers laughed.

But Link didn't laugh.

On the contrary, his expression was very solemn at this moment, and even his right hand hidden in his robe was shaking slightly with excitement.

No one knows better than him.

As a traverser, he is the purest in the world-a stranger!

However, his bloodline also contains a strange bloodline power.

This power has given him extraordinary abilities, but at the same time, he is constantly trying to influence his mind, wanting to make him a slave to the power of blood.

What the **** is exactly the same as the prophecy that Trelawney just said!

So, in Trelawney's prophecy, it was me?

Then why does she call that bloodline power the blood of the devil?

In the history of modern magic, there are only two people who can be called the devil, one is Grindelwald and the other is Voldemort.

Could it be that you are the offspring of one of the two of them?

But this is impossible!

Although the two of them are strong, it is impossible to have such a weird and powerful bloodline power!

So, does the so-called devil have someone else?

Also, what does Trelawney mean by destruction and glory?

There is also the power of love.

Isn't he using it on Harry Potter?

…

Link was thinking at high speed under the blessing of Occlumency.

One after another terrible doubts continued to appear in his mind, and they were constantly denied and put...

The consumption of such mental calculations is so great that in just a few seconds, a thin layer of sweat has surfaced on his forehead.

Emily on the side discovered Link's anomaly first.

The smile on her face quickly reduced, and she reached out and grabbed Link's arm and shook anxiously:

"Link...what's wrong with you!?"

This exclamation was like a flash of lightning, slammed into Link's mind, so that he was awake from the heavy mental calculation.

Slowly glanced at Emily and the others who had just turned around, the anxious and confused faces, but in the end Link's eyes fell on Trelawney not far away.

His expression gradually became ferocious.

Just now, he almost believed Trelawney's nonsense.

This is the horror of the fortune teller or fortune teller.

They may have their own abilities, just as Link initially guessed, not outstanding, and can only predict one or a few inaccurate future lines.

But their methods of bewitching people's hearts are outstanding.

Just by relying on those specious and inaccurate predictions, they can turn people around.

And this method is often more useful to the smarter people.

Because the smarter people are, the more they like brain supplements.

This is human instinct, and even Link can't avoid it.

After silently repeating the words ‘fortune-tellers are tool men’ several times in my heart, Link finally completely cooled his emotions.

He waved his hand to Emily and the others, signaled that he was okay, and then continued to look into the hall.

By now, Umbridge seemed to have lost patience. As she waved her big hand, the surrounding inspectors came forward and surrounded Professor McGonagall and Trelawney.

Several courageous inspectors even wanted to reach out to drag Trelawney, who was in a coma, but they were scolded by Professor McGonagall.

But anyone with a discerning eye can see that the protection given to Trelawney by Professor McGonagall is only temporary.

Umbridge now just wants to further humiliate Professor McGonagall, as long as she feels the time is right, she can order the inspectors to force the attack at any time.

"Link!" Hermione said to Link anxiously, "Save Professor Trelawney! At least...at least let her heal her injuries before leaving!"

Ron couldn't bear it when he heard this:

"Yeah, Link, it's a little pitiful this way."

Even Harry, who had just clashed with Cedric, looked at Link with an imploring look at this moment.

This is already the biggest concession for him.

Even the strong sense of shame in his heart made his earlobes red.

But in the face of the trio's pleading, Link remained expressionless.

This made Hermione feel extremely disappointed.

But just when they were about to despair, Link took out his wand silently.

Hum—

A huge magical shock suddenly sounded from the auditorium.

The crowd onlookers issued a series of exclamations, and some students who were too close to Link even directly covered their ears in pain.

But this powerful curse directly bypassed them, slammed into the hall and spread violently, blasting out all the investigators surrounding Professor McGonagall and Trelawney.

"Protect the inspector!"

An inspector at the back of the team roared, and the inspectors around Umbridge quickly formed a team to protect Umbridge inside.

The other pair of inspectors quickly got out of the team, ignoring Professor McGonagall's hysterical hum, raising their wands and aiming at the crowd in the auditorium.

It's a pity that the tips of their sticks just flashed with magical aura, and another unmatched invisible force hit them hard.

The people around only heard a loud bang, and all the inspectors who were still alive were all smashed to the ground like mud.

For a time, the sorrowful wailing in the hall became a whole.

Link's previous attack was extremely vicious because of his emotional instability.

The inspectors who fell to the ground at the moment not only lost their combat effectiveness, they were also attacked by the power of the curse.

If no one casts the curse for them, they may only end up withering and dying in painful wailing.

There was a burst of exclamation from the crowd of onlookers standing opposite the inspection team.

However, the chaos soon subsided.

Because…

Link was walking out surrounded by Emily, Cedric and others.