The days at Hogwarts

Ron and Rolf experienced a little joy of fishing, not in the fish caught, but in the time when the fish is hooked. It is as if they have become one with the fishing rod, fighting wits and courage with the fish, and finally reaping the joy of victory.

The two quickly re-hooked.

There are four fishing holes on the ice and three fishermen, all staring at their floats silently.

Time passed slowly, and Rolf caught three fish one after another. Although he was a little shy, he also smiled.

Loren could convince himself that this man had a natural talent in his bloodline and an affinity for animals.

A few minutes later, Ron caught a big fish that was longer than his arm. His hands were red from the cold, and he was so happy that he couldn't stop holding the big carp.

Human joys and sorrows are not shared, Loren just thought Ron was noisy.

The local fish were so rude that he angrily changed his location and dug a hole.

The scene on the ice changed. Two new anglers were staring at their floats, and an air force guy was digging holes everywhere.

Explosions sounded from time to time, but Loren never caught any fish.

Just as Loren was about to open the sixth fishing hole, there was a vibration in the ice, followed by a low, muffled cry.

"Woo——"

Rolf reacted and explained to Loren: "This is a giant squid underwater. We may have disturbed the underwater creatures."

Loren touched his nose, feeling a little embarrassed. The Black Lake in the magical world was not the small lake on the mountain where he had been before, and he could not just fry fish casually. Maybe the mermaid would go to Dumbledore to complain, and he would be arrested and put in detention.

The three of them quickly packed up and left, with Ron using a levitation spell to hold up his big carp.

"Let's go back to playing chess."

"Follow your big carp."

Accompanied by the sound of shoes crunching on the ice, the three figures gradually moved away from the Black Lake.

Under the ice, scattered fragments of light sprinkled into the dark deep water and were gradually swallowed up by the darkness.

An old mermaid looked in the direction where Loren and the others were going. He was very old, and anyone could notice that at first glance.

Both the dark green hair and the dark green beard had become dry and withered, not at all like they had been soaked in water. The iron-gray color of his skin had blended with the silver color of his tail, becoming a color somewhere between gray, white, and silver.

The mermaid's eyes, as yellow as autumn leaves, glowed faintly in the water. Ancient legends emerged in her pupils, reflecting the scenery in front of her.

The witch with black hair and black eyes had many names. Some called her Morgan Le Fay, some called her Morgana, or maybe some other names, but the merman could no longer remember them clearly.

In legend, she has a more famous title - Fairy Morgan.

Sometimes she is a good person, and sometimes she is recorded as a villain. It is unknown what the truth is.

Some people say that Fairy Morgan and Merlin were good friends and studied magic together.

But she is more widely known as Merlin's enemy. Their feud has not been passed down to the present day. The truth has been lost in the long river of history. Many wizards have never even heard of this name. No one knows the fate of the fairy Morgan.

A few days ago, a friend from the Centaur tribe sent someone to tell him that the stars had changed, a change that had never happened in thousands of years, and the wave would sweep across the entire world, both the Muggle world and the magical world.

Hearing the name of the little wizard on the ice, he seemed to see the waves.

Chapter 75 Christmas Prophecy

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Ron found a small bucket and put his big carp in it, planning to keep it well fed and well fed until Harry came back to show him the fish he had caught.

Soon after returning to the castle, the sun was hidden in the clouds and the sky became gloomy. At night, the wind began to howl with snow.

The wind blew all night.

It was already late when Loren woke up. The quilt wrapped around him with his body temperature made him not want to get out of bed at all.

When he turned around, Ron was standing by the window, looking at Loren's pears buried in the snow.

Hearing Loren's movement, Ron turned his head and looked at Loren: "Your pears are a little darker, can you eat them?"

"Let me see." Loren walked to the window in his pajamas to check.

The yellow skin of the pear has become a little dull and gray, but has not yet frozen into black.

"It will take a few more days until the color turns completely black."

Loren picked out some pears that needed to be thawed, put them in a basin and placed them indoors to thaw. As a control group, these needed to be frozen and thawed repeatedly.

The sky outside the window is still gloomy.

This is the normal weather for this season. The two consecutive days of sunny weather are indeed good for fishing. Loren feels that he fits this point well, but the location is not good. The local fish in Black Lake are not polite, and Loren dare not teach them the rules.

There was no way to go fishing, so I dressed neatly, washed up quickly, and went to the cafeteria to have breakfast.

There were many more dishes on the table, such as steaks and roast turkeys. They were the extra ones that the house-elves were preparing for the Christmas party and were trying out.

"Want to play chess later?" Ron came over with a piece of bread in his mouth.

Loren rolled his eyes and slurped his pumpkin porridge. "If you ask again, I'll turn you into a wizard chess piece and put you on the board for the other pieces to beat you up."

"If you don't want to play, then don't play. Why are you so fierce?" Ron muttered to himself and went to find Rolf at the next table.

In fact, Loren doesn’t know how to transform the human body, he just wants to scare the boy.

After returning to the lounge, Loren refrozen the thawed pears and took out his quill, ready to finish all his homework today.

Ron was playing chess with himself, and from time to time he would throw two chess pieces into his mouth. What a fun little snack, one could eat and play with it.

Loren wondered if the boy had spent all the money left over from buying the wand on buying Bibi Every Flavour Beans.

Professor McGonagall gave the most homework, most of which were basic knowledge questions. Loren opened the textbook and copied the answers onto the parchment smoothly.

Snape's homework was the most difficult, but Loren's knowledge of potions far surpassed that of a first-year wizard. He could write out the answers without even flipping through the book.

Ron hadn't finished his two assignments yet and he began to sigh again, trying to get Loren's attention.

The sound of the quill scratching across parchment was interspersed with Ron's sighs.

There are fifteen corollaries to the basic theorem of Transfiguration, namely...

"Ugh!"

The venom of a croucher can be used to erase bad memories.

"Ugh!!"

The two-horned beast is fat and likes to eat kind and loyal husbands.

"Ugh!!!"

Loren stopped writing and looked at Ron in silence. He finally understood that he would be harassed as long as he was in front of Ron.

Feeling Loren's gaze, Ron turned his head away as if nothing had happened, as if it was not him who had just sighed.

"Let me teach you another board game." Loren stood up and walked over to sit next to Ron, intending to give him something to do.

"Yes, yes, yes," Ron nodded vigorously.

The magic wand tapped the table lightly, and the fifteen horizontal and vertical Gobang grid lines were changed to nineteen, and the chess pieces in Ron's candy box became more clearly black and white, and the material became harder.

"Go is a traditional chess game from the East..."

More than half an hour later, Loren left the lounge with his homework and a happy look on his face.

In the lounge, Ron was staring at the chess pieces on the board. If his brain could be equipped with a heat sink, the fan would be spinning very fast.

This was different from all the chess games he had played before. Why could a chess piece be placed so far away from the center of the struggle? In the end, that chess piece that was so far away blocked the entire area.

Ron was excited and confused.Predictably, Loren filled Ron's memory and wouldn't bother Ron for a long time until he figured out Go.

This is not a stunning spell, this is also a stunning spell, their effects are similar.

In order to find some peace and quiet, Loren decided to go to the Room of Requirement and be alone.

Going up the stairs all the way, Loren has now mastered the changes of the stairs. He can go up and down freely and save energy with the help of the stairs.

He greeted Silly Barnabas who was dancing with the troll and was about to imagine a library to do his homework. Maybe he could try imagining a library with answers to all the homework.

Before Loren could try, a door suddenly appeared in the wall where the Room of Requirement was.

A thin woman wearing a pair of large round-framed glasses and with countless chains and beads around her neck opened the door and came out. She was holding a bottle of sherry in her hand and smelled strongly of alcohol.

"Hello, Professor Trelawney."

Loren recognized the professor of Divination, an elective they would not take until their third year, but the professor was well-known among the students because her assignments were the easiest to fool, you just had to make up something that would bring you bad luck.

Professor Trelawney had drunk a lot of wine and looked drunk, and her eyes had difficulty focusing.

The professor looked at Loren, examining him from head to toe.

"Gryffindor student, you probably haven't taken my class yet, burp!" Professor Trelawney suddenly burped and dropped her head.

Loren calmly moved a few steps to the side to make way for the professor.

"Dark hair, Jack of Spades." Trelawney murmured incoherently, and her body suddenly shook violently.

Trelawney suddenly raised her head, and Loren clearly saw that the color of her eyes had faded, and the whites of her eyes were all over her sockets.

"Black--" Her voice became hoarse and harsh.

"The Dark Lord has left his forest... His plot... White has anticipated it... The Black Forest is the beginning of the wave... The Blue and Black must go there... When the old and the new are replaced... The desperate souls are crying... The wave is about to start..."

Loren's pupils contracted. Trelawney's condition was not normal. She was making a prediction.

In the Harry Potter series, this Divination professor looks like a liar, but every prediction she makes comes true.

From Harry, Voldemort's destined opponent at the beginning, to Dumbledore's death in the tower at the end, the thirteenth seat, her prophecy runs through the entire story.

Loren repeated Trelawney's words and took out a pen and paper to write them down.

The prophet was looking at the prophecy he made. Loren suspected that this prophecy had a lot to do with him, so he had to take it seriously.

Professor Trelawney's eyes returned to normal, but she was still drunk and had no idea that she had just made a prophecy. "Gryffindor, remember to choose my class in your third year. You seem to have some talent."

After saying that, he walked away staggeringly.

Loren watched her go away with a deep gaze until she could no longer be seen.

Looking down at the contents of the paper, Loren tried to analyze the prophecy just now.

The Dark Lord is Voldemort, and Voldemort's plot was predicted by White, so White should refer to Dumbledore.

What the Black Forest is and what the Tide is, both have yet to be determined.

The blue-black man, is he the one you are talking about?

Blue eyes, black hair, Loren guessed, but wasn't sure.

When the old and the new alternate, what is the new and what is the old?

Desperate soul, this familiar word made Loren's eyes light up. He had a strong premonition that there was a clue to Nico's riddle.

The meaning of the prophecy should be that at the time of transition from the old to the new, a wave will be launched from the Black Forest, and there is a desperate soul in this Black Forest.

Loren plans to communicate with Dumbledore, perhaps this white color may contain more clues.

It was almost noon, and Loren planned to go directly to the Great Hall for lunch, where Dumbledore would also be.

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Principal's office.

Fox was combing his feathers beside the table, looking listless and not very energetic. Phoenix didn't like this kind of weather.

Dumbledore looked at the parchment in front of him carefully and made some guesses about the content of the prophecy.

Looking up at Loren, Dumbledore smiled. He could sense Loren's haste in writing down this text, but just now in the hall, Loren had finished his meal leisurely before slowly finding him and revealing this shocking prophecy.

Loren was sitting across from Dumbledore, counting the number of lemon Sherbet candies in a box, not counting the one in his mouth.

"Even though this is not my first time seeing it, I am still amazed by the mystery of the prophecy." Dumbledore put down the parchment and sighed.

"So do you know what the waves and the Black Forest refer to?"

Loren felt that this must be a small storm brought about by his butterfly. These two things were not included in the plot he knew.

Dumbledore took out a lemon snow candy and put it in his mouth. While tasting it, he said, "I don't know what the wave is specifically, but the Black Forest may not be that difficult to guess."

Both the centaur and the mermaid had talked with him about the tide, and Dumbledore was not sure what it was about the great change that hadn't happened in a thousand years.

Regarding this kind of thing beyond control, since Professor Trelawney gave a prophecy, he must take a look.

"No riddles! No riddles! No riddles!"