Fortunately, the Main Line is at Hogwarts

The nice thing about facing a group of Slytherins is that they can understand what you're saying without being overly curious about why.

If they were facing a group of Gryffindors, there must have been chaos below. They were staunch Dumbledore supporters and would not accept any kind of Dumbledore-style bad words.

And if it was Ravenclaw, they would only discuss various forms of prophecy magic, and they might even mention Hogwarts' school teacher, Sybill Trelawney.

But Slytherin will not be like this. Their pure blood background makes them no strangers to the rare magical talent of prophecy, and the arrogance that also comes from pure blood prevents them from being overly curious like a bunch of bumpkins.

"future.."

Sandra seemed to be chewing on these two words.

Prophecy?..

She heard discussions from behind.

"Like, it's so similar, it's like a scene repeating itself."

The person who said this was little von Schmidt, a sixth grader, a shy big boy, but a native of England. Sandra knew the origin of his family. It was said that the older generation moved from Germany at that time, but in There are many relatives in the UK, and the integration into the pure-blood circle is smooth.

"Prophecy, a very rare talent."

Mullers licked the corner of his mouth, and Sandra narrowed her eyes slightly. She didn't like this guy very much, because Mullers' circle of friends was too wide.

Sandra doesn't have a fiancé now, but there will be one in the future, maybe the future fiancé may have a relationship with Mules Caro.

The circle of pure blood is not big, and everyone knows about Mulles' school days. If one day they go to other people's homes to display, it turns out that her husband and the other party all have a relationship with Mulles. The two of them will not be embarrassed. Sandra was embarrassed for them.

"Is it a prophecy?"

Sandra temporarily ignored Mullers and asked loudly.

"Very true, prophecy."

Charles spoke again.

He leaned on the steps, facing everyone.

"We are all Slytherins, and everyone should know our outstanding graduate classmate, the Dark Lord."

The name of the Dark Lord is still very intimidating. Mentioning him seems to make the temperature drop a bit.

"One of them must die at the hand of the other, for neither can live, but only one, and the one who has the power to defeat the Dark Lord will be born at the end of July."

"The Dark Lord believed the prophecy."

"He decided to end it."

"And then the prophecy came true."

Everyone knows about the Dark Lord and the prophecy, the prophecy and the savior, but these little Slytherin snakes don't know much about the details.

Everyone has a heart for gossip, and wizards are the same. Even if it's about the Dark Lord, they still couldn't hold back their curiosity and listened carefully to what Charles said.

"Professor Sybil's family, the Trelawney family, has the talent for prophecy, but true prophecy is very rare, so most of the time her prophecies are difficult to come true, because they are not true prophecies."

There was a burst of low laughter from below. It was not just the future Miss Know-it-All who didn't like Professor Trelawney's nagging style of teaching, in fact, there were many people.

"But true prophecy."

"But it's very dangerous."

"Because you can't be sure if what you're doing is reversing it, or going with it."

The low laughter gradually quieted down, and many little wizards above the fifth grade began to think. They were almost adults and could better understand the deep meaning of Charles' words.

Charles chuckled.

"Dumbledore was a great wizard, no one can deny that."

"Especially his profound knowledge."

"False prophecy may be able to deceive you, but it will definitely not deceive him."

"The future..is dangerous."

Charles paused again.

The little Slytherins looked at each other.

"Is it the Dark Lord?!"

Soon, someone in the crowd asked loudly.

"It was him, but not quite."

"Or, he's just a dangerous part of the future."

The Slytherins chattered louder, there were idiots in Slytherins, but not many, and they understood what Shire was saying.

"This is impossible?"

"What is he joking about?"

When Draco heard the discussions from the people around him, he felt that his head was in a mess.

He has seen the other side of Shire, and in a sense, he has also seen the side outside the magic world. At least he thinks that his father can't freeze a city in an instant no matter what.

And he hadn't seen the Dark Lord, and wasn't sure if the Dark Lord could do it.

Maybe, he was the Dark Lord after all.

But that didn't make his head any easier, because he knew it meant Ciel might be telling the truth.

The Dark Lord, the future, the danger, and the present were clearly more than Draco, the unqualified Malfoy, could handle.

He felt like he was going crazy.

"We all know empty talk is empty."

Charles said loudly again.

"so.."

He took the huge pipe next to him.

"how?"

Unfortunately, except for Gore and Crabbe, almost everyone was involved in the discussion, and no one understood Charles' cold joke of asking whether he could smoke in front of the ladies.

He shrugged.

"Then I will take it as your acquiescence."

"Since you're curious, let's go and have a look."

"future."

As Shire's voice fell, the dense, sticky white mist, like the perennial gravel on Arrakis, permeated out again.

And this time, the picture is as clear as Batman's relationship with the Joker.

Charles put down his pipe.

"Hopefully they can hold up to what you think."

While the little snakes in Slytherin were focusing their attention on the surrounding pictures, Charles, who was half-hidden by the thick smoke, turned his head slightly and asked behind him.

Under the Disillusionment Curse, Dumbledore with a smile and Snape with a stiff face emerged.

"I never deny the courage of Slytherins."

Dumbledore laughed.

"They're like a pile of cockroaches, I like them all."

Charlton gave a moment.

"You know I'm a Slytherin this time, too."

Dumbledore laughed silently.

While Charles and Dumbledore were probing boredly, Hermione seemed to have discovered something suddenly. She switched to Jasmine, her eyes sharpened, and she jumped down from the next step.

Clever hands and feet, silent, just like the classmate Jack who would appear in the mist genius.

Jasmine seemed to have noticed some changes in the entrance wall not far away, so she took Hermione's body and decided to find out.

Perhaps, it should be some blind thief who sneaked in. In Sudan, no one dares to trespass into her palace. There is a magic lamp guarding it, and no one can break in.

But it's different here.

Jasmine looked very excited.