The Mysterious Black Cat at Hogwarts

Chapter 297 Exam End, Vacation Plan

Harry and Ron, who had finished their exams for the day, moved into the Gryffindor lounge and collapsed on the dormitory beds like walking corpses.

"Harry, this is only the first day of the exam, and we have another six days to go!" Ron, who buried his face in the quilt, made a dull voice.

"This first day made me feel terrible, writing a cure for hiccups? I think a glass of hot water or a bottle of juice can solve this problem." Harry's voice was equally dull.

"You have the same question?" Ron turned his head and looked at Harry in surprise, "I don't know why hiccups still have a breaking spell, I wrote a stun spell!"

"..." Harry turned to look at Ron, he didn't know why his friend had such an idea, "Ron, I don't know if people in a coma will hiccup, but I know that people under the petrification curse Of course, people who don't have hiccups, but that's obviously not a cure for the curse."

"That at least cracked the hiccup? Didn't it?" Ron felt that he could save it again. "Maybe Professor Flitwick resonated with my answer? Or, he discovered a new cracking spell, so I got it right." gone?"

"I think, if I were Professor Flitwick, I would just hang you up and beat you." Harry said listlessly, and his eyes quickly moved to the bedside table, where there was a small ball on it, slightly It radiates light.

"I'm still very surprised. At that time, your name was indeed written under the ball. Why did you say no afterwards?" Ron found that Harry was staring at the ball in a daze again. Since the end of the Department of Mysteries incident, He is always like this, "If you can't see your name, how can you be sure that the one in your hand is the one we saw with your name on it?"

"I don't know, Ron, I only know that this ball is called the Prophecy Ball, and the place where this ball is stored is called the Hall of Prophecy. I hold this ball in my hand, and it doesn't have any effect. If he really wrote my name , then there will definitely be a reaction, even a little bit?" Harry reached out and took the prophecy ball on the bedside table into his hand, turned over and stared at the faint light inside, "I only remember the approximate position, and then it was about to fall to the ground When I was in the dark, I could sense it? Or maybe I thought it was the one.”

"Maybe, you can try other methods, such as what you told me before, like Dumbledore, pulling out memories from your mind? Or the Legilimency that Snape taught us?" Ron said uncertainly , since it is something that records the prophecy, then maybe the prophecy was extracted from it in this way, he thinks this ball is like a head.

After thinking for a while, Harry decided to try what Ron said. He took out his wand and pointed at the small ball. Following the method Snape taught him, he was about to cast the spell, but he didn't know whether it was because he was too tired or The reason why his glasses were crushed out of shape was that the tip of the wand directly poked the ball and rolled it to the ground, making a crisp click.

Ron had already noticed the ball when it rolled down, recalling the blue flames in the Department of Mysteries that were about to blind him, he got up quickly and went to find something to put out the fire.

As a result, the blue flame did not appear, but a white mist came out instead, and Harry suddenly heard a hoarse and piercing voice, "The man who has defeated the Dark Lord is approaching... He was born in a The family that has defeated the Dark Lord three times... Born at the end of the seventh month, the Dark Lord marks him as a rival, but he has powers that the Dark Lord does not know... One must die at the hands of the other, Because both cannot live, only one survives... the one with the power to conquer the Dark Lord will be born at the end of the seventh month..."

Harry, who was about to continue listening, found that Ron took off his pillowcase and covered it on the white mist, and kept muttering, "Fortunately, it didn't burn."

Harry looked blankly at Ron, who kept stepping on the pillowcase to stop it from emitting white mist. He knew from Sirius that his parents had defeated the Dark Lord three times. This defeat should have thwarted Voldemort's plan or Speaking of conspiracy, his birthday is July 7.

"Harry? Harry!" Ron breathed a sigh of relief, cleaned the floor, and found that Harry was still staring at something blankly, trying to call his name, trying to wake him up, but Harry's next actions would He was startled.

Harry jumped up from the bed and went straight to the writing desk, opened the drawer roughly, and found the letter paper. He had to write to Sirius and Dumbledore about it.

He really didn't understand why this prophecy ball that belonged to him had such a prophecy. He didn't have the mysterious energy in the prophecy. If it really existed, he would have won the fight with Voldemort last time, and In the recent battle between Dumbledore and Voldemort in the Department of Mysteries, it was difficult for him to even intervene.

When he lifted the quill, he couldn't even write the first letter. It was terrible. This prophecy ball was obviously when he was just born. Someone predicted his future, that is to say, the big net that has always enveloped him , He has been weaving since he was born, there are nets and cages everywhere, he has always lived in other people's plans, and the quill in his hand was inserted into the table by him.

What can I do if I ask them?I am too weak, and the final result is not to let myself wait patiently and obey the arrangement?How many times has this happened?

Harry took a deep breath, then let it out slowly, he forced himself to calm down, the content of the prophecy was very obvious, he and Voldemort must live together, even without this prophecy, his goal is also to fight Voldemort to the death , It's no different, but this feeling of being manipulated all the time makes him very uncomfortable. He secretly made up his mind that starting from this holiday, he will become stronger!

Ron swallowed, watching Harry's emotional roller coaster, he wanted to ask, but didn't dare to ask, so he could only shut up silently, and lay back on the bed.

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The OWLs exam, which lasted for nearly half a month, is finally over, and the campus is full of laughter again. Their results will be sent by owls one day in July. Now no one cares about how they do in the exam, they just want to enjoy themselves Playing, this semester is too bad for them, but fortunately, they have survived.

"Macon, shall we go back this holiday?" Hermione lay on the table in the common room of the Floating City, watching those first-year little wizards happily chatting about the holiday, and couldn't help but wonder if she Same as last long vacation, helping the parents with the kids and then sneaking away on vacation by themselves.

"I don't want it anymore? I don't want to take Irene for another vacation. After so long, she must have grown up and become more mischievous." Macon shook his head quickly, expressing his thoughts clearly.

"I don't want to go back either, so what should we do this holiday? Stay in the floating city?" Hermione didn't want to go home either. Last holiday, her parents' behavior left her speechless. Now that the exam is over, it is estimated that this time will be a big one. Maybe, it will be my turn, after all, Macon was tortured a lot last time.

Macon was also annoyed for a while, he walked around the table a few times, and suddenly clapped his hands, he got his attention.