Chapter 438 Two Prophecies
Malfoy was irritated. He had been in a bad mood ever since Gryffindor easily defeated Hufflepuff.
Malfoy couldn't believe that Hufflepuff actually lost the game even though Professor Snape personally came down to serve as the referee, and they lost the game cleanly and at such an incredible speed. , simply the best waste among wastes.
Malfoy, no, the entire Slytherin House students have been scolding the Hufflepuff team for the past few days. They actually knew that students from other houses wanted to see Slytherin lose this year's Quidditch trophy, or even lose the House Cup. They were all jealous of Slytherin House, and now that their plot was about to succeed, Malfoy felt extremely angry.
In Malfoy's heart, Slytherin will always be the best house, and Gryffindor is only worthy of being their stepping stone.
There are other reasons that make Malfoy so anxious. His eyes were bruised and bruised by the poor Weasley on the day of the Quidditch match.
Although the bruises had subsided under Madam Pomfrey's treatment, Malfoy still felt a dull pain in his eyes.
"Damn Weasley, **** Gryffindor!" Just as Malfoy gently rubbed his swollen right eye and cursed in a low voice, a fat cat came towards him from the end of the corridor ahead. He walked over and saw a very funny fat cat. He had never seen any cat so fat before.
As we all know, there is only one such cat in Hogwarts, and that is the cat named Tom raised by Gryffindor genius Albert Anderson.
Albert Anderson!
Malfoy felt even worse when he thought of the name. He still had not forgotten the unforgettable memory of that anonymous gift during the Christmas holidays. Those cockroaches crawling out of the gift bag are still a shadow lingering deep in his heart, making him unforgettable for a long time.
“Catch that fat cat!” Malfoy suddenly said to Goyle and Crabbe beside him. He knew that **** Muggle wizard cared about his fat cat. If it were to disappear, of course, Malfoy had no intention of killing a cat, but wanted to hide the fat cat so that the Muggle wizard couldn't find his cat, and Malfoy couldn't wait to admire that annoying cat. The Muggle wizard had an anxious expression on his face.
Goyle and Crabbe both hesitated. They had heard that Albert was not easy to deal with.
"I just want to have fun with it," Malfoy noticed Goyle and Crabbe's hesitation, cursed trash in his mind, and began to explain, "I just want to invite it to hang out in our lounge."
When the two were about to catch Tom, Fat Cat Tom seemed to have sensed that the two guys in front of him had bad intentions, so he immediately turned around and trotted away.
“Catch the cat.”
Just when Malfoy was about to take out his wand and immobilize Tom, an extremely cold voice sounded in the ears of the three of them: "What are you going to do to my cat?"
Goyle and Crabbe looked at Albert, neither daring to chase the cat anymore.
"Meow!"
Tom immediately hid behind Albert's thighs, stretched out his head and stared at the two guys chasing him, yelled at Albert, or rubbed his feet, as if to complain to Albert: These are the three guys. Guy bullied me.
"Draco Malfoy, right!" Albert bent down and picked up his cat, then raised his head and glared at the blond boy in front of him with oppressive eyes, "If something happens to my cat in the future, I will think it is You did it."
"Are you threatening me?" Malfoy pursed his lips tightly, suppressing his trembling and looking at Albert.
"No, I'm just telling you a fact." Albert took a few steps forward, his eyes even colder and oppressive. It was the indifference that evolved after killing people. Malfoy looked at Albert's eyes. Trembling slightly under pressure.
A stern voice was like a torch lighting up in the darkness. Malfoy felt all the pressure in his body disappear. He took a deep breath and said to the visitor: "Professor Snape, he is threatening me."
"Ten points from Gryffindor, Mr. Anderson, for bullying the freshmen..." Snape immediately stopped what he was about to say after his eyes met with Albert's. He could also feel the indifference in the other's eyes.
Albert ignored Snape, walked directly to Malfoy, and said in a hoarse and distant voice: "Things related to your name will bring you an unexpected trip; the cursed blood will not It cannot bring eternal life, but you will be a witness, and he will be with you. Stay away from that dark shadow, otherwise the conspiracy will come because of you, bringing death to you, or death to others."
At this moment, Malfoy was stunned and stood there blankly. He had no idea what Albert's words meant, but the other person's words gave him a very bad feeling.
Albert glanced at Snape and prepared to leave.
“Stop!”
Snape was shaking with anger. He had never been so ignored. Moreover, what Albert just said was like a ridiculous prophecy. Although Snape did not believe that Albert could predict the future, he did believe in prophecies. There was once a prophecy that made him regret his life.
"Oh, it seems you need it too, right?" Albert stopped, turned around and looked into Snape's eyes, slowly curved the corners of his mouth, and said in a tone that I understood: "Okay then. , only this time, you will be charged next time.”
“Pretending to be a ghost!” Snape was so angry that he was shaking all over and was about to say something.
Albert ignored Snape's words, making his voice sound ethereal and hollow: "Be wary of black and white, stay away from the cursed course, otherwise when your wish is realized, death will leave." You’re not far away!”
With that said, Albert ignored Snape and walked away with his cat in his arms.
Several students in the corridor who witnessed all this with their own eyes stared at the departing figure with their mouths open. They never thought that Albert didn't even buy Snape's idea.
“It’s so cool!”
Harry looked at the pale Malfoy, lowered his voice and said excitedly to Ron.
"Do you think that so-called prophecy is true?" Hermione was more curious about Albert's so-called prophecy. Albert made a prophecy for Malfoy and Snape, and the results were not good.
"I don't know!" Ron quickly came to his senses and said to Harry and Hermione: "Fred and George always say that Albert's words are accurate."
He glanced at Malfoy, who was walking towards him, and said in a voice that the other party could hear: "However, I heard that basically all prophecies that are not joking come true in the end. They all think that Albert has The power of prophecy.”
Malfoy's face turned even darker.
"He was frightened!" Hermione looked at Malfoy's leaving figure and said in a low voice: "You didn't see his expression..."
"The cursed course refers to..." Harry ignored Hermione's words and turned around and asked.
"Defense Against the Dark Arts. Legend has it that the Defense Against the Dark Arts is cursed. Our previous Defense Against the Dark Arts professor even disappeared because of this. Some people think it is because of the Defense Against the Dark Arts curse." Ron became more and more excited as he spoke: "You Do you know? I heard that Snape has always hoped to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. If this prophecy is true, Snape will not be far away from death if he takes up the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor one day? "
“It would be great if that were the case!”
(End of this chapter)