Luckily the main story is at Hogwarts

The good thing about facing a group of Slytherins is that they can understand what you are saying, but they are not overly curious about why.

If they were facing a group of Gryffindors, the following would definitely be in chaos. They were staunch supporters of Dumbledore and would not accept any kind of bad words about Dumbledore.

If it were Ravenclaw, they would only discuss various forms of prophecy magic, and they might even mention the school teacher at Hogwarts, Sybill Trelawney.

But Slytherin is not like this. Their pure-blood background makes them no strangers to the rare magical talent of prophecy, and the arrogance also coming from pure blood prevents them from acting like a bunch of bumpkins who are overly curious.

"future.."

Sandra seemed to be chewing on these two words.

Prophecy?

She heard a lot of discussion behind them.

"It's like, it's so similar, it's like a reenactment of the scene."

The person who said this was little von Schmidt, a sixth-grade student, a shy big boy, but a native of England. Sandra knew the origin of his family. I heard that the older generation moved from Germany at that time, but in I have many relatives in England, so integrating into the pureblood circle went smoothly.

"Prophecy is a very rare talent."

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

Sandra doesn't have a fiancé yet, but she will in the future. Maybe the future fiancé may be related to Mulescarlo.

The circle of purebloods is not big, and everyone knows about Muller's student days. If one day she goes to other people's homes and it turns out that her husband and the other party are both in a relationship with Muller, the two of them will not be embarrassed. Sandra was embarrassed for them.

"Is it a prophecy?"

Sandra asked loudly, temporarily forgetting about Mules.

"Very true, prophecy."

Ciel spoke again.

He leaned on the steps, facing everyone.

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

The name of the Dark Lord is still very intimidating. When he is mentioned, the temperature seems to drop a bit.

"One of them must die at the hand of the other, for both cannot live. Only one will survive, 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 he wanted to end it."

"Then the prophecy came true."

The Dark Lord and the prophecy, the prophecy and the savior, this is something that everyone knows, but these little Slytherin snakes don't know much about the details.

Everyone wants to gossip, and so do wizards. Even if it concerns the Dark Lord, they still can't hold back their curiosity and listen carefully to Ciel's words.

"The Trelawney family from which Professor Sybil was born has the gift of prophecy, but true prophecies are rare, so most of her prophecies are difficult to come true because they are not true prophecies in the first place."

There was a low laugh from below. It was not just the future Miss Know-It-All who disliked Professor Trelawney's teaching style. In fact, there were many people.

"But a true prophecy."

"But it's very dangerous."

"Because you can't tell whether what you're doing is reversing it or going with it."

The low laughter gradually calmed down, and many young wizards in fifth grade and above began to think. They were almost adults and could better understand the deeper meaning of Ciel's words.

Ciel chuckled.

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

"Especially his vast knowledge."

"False prophecies may be able to deceive you, but they will never deceive him."

"The future... is dangerous."

Ciel paused again.

The Slytherin snakes looked at each other.

"Is it the Dark Lord?!"

Soon, someone in the crowd asked loudly.

"It's him, but not quite."

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

The Slytherin snakes were talking louder. There were idiots in Slytherin, but not many. They understood what Ciel meant.

"This is impossible?"

"He's kidding."

Draco heard the comments from the people around him and felt his head was in chaos.

He had seen another side of Ciel. In a sense, he had also seen the side outside the magical world. At least he thought that his father could not freeze a city in an instant no matter what.

And he has never met the Dark Lord, and he is not sure whether the Dark Lord can do it.

Maybe, he was the Dark Lord after all.

But that didn't make his head feel any better, because he knew it meant what Ciel was saying might be true.

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

He felt like he was going crazy.

"We all know that words are empty talk."

Ciel said again loudly.

"so.."

He took the huge pipe next to him.

"how?"

Unfortunately, except for Goyle and Crabbe, almost everyone present was caught up in the discussion, and no one understood Ciel's cold joke about asking if he could smoke in front of a lady.

He shrugged.

"Then I'll take it as your acquiescence."

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

"future."

As Ciel's words fell, the thick white mist, as thick as the grit on Arrakis that had not melted all year round, filled the air again.

And this time, the picture, like the relationship between Batman and the Joker, is clearer than before.

Charles put down his pipe.

"Hopefully they can hold on...what do you think?"

When the Slytherin snakes focused their attention on the surrounding scenes, Ciel, who was half-hidden by the thick smoke, turned his head slightly and asked behind.

Under the Disillusionment Curse, a smiling Dumbledore and a stiff-faced Snape emerged.

"I never deny the courage of Slytherins."

Dumbledore laughed.

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

Charlotte paused.

"You know I'm also a Slytherin this time."

Dumbledore smiled silently.

Just when Ciel and Dumbledore were bored and testing, Hermione seemed to suddenly discover something. She switched to Jasmine and her eyes became sharp, and she jumped down from the next step.

His hands and feet are nimble and silent, just like Mr. Jack, the Easter egg that appears when a genius in the fog appears.

Jasmine seemed to see something change on the entrance wall not far away, so she took Hermione's body and decided to find out.

Perhaps, some blind thief should have slipped in... In Sudan, no one dared to have the courage to break into her palace without permission. With the magic lamp guarding her, no one could break in.

But it's different here.

Jasmine seemed very interested.