Who would believe that the authenticity of the prophecy is a mystery in itself. Perhaps Professor Trelawney's great-grandmother came to make Dumbledore trust him.

"What's wrong with you, Bree?" Draco asked worriedly, "Are you sick? Are we going to the school hospital later?"

"No, Draco, I just don't like the Divination class, so I want to leave."

At this time, the sound of get out of class ending came, and Professor Trelawney happily dismissed everyone.

"Let's go, Draco, let's..."

"etc!"

Professor Trelawney suddenly shouted. Her situation at this time was somewhat different, she was very serious.

She stared at Brie closely, pointed at Brie and sternly said: "You will be with the ominous side. The world has changed. It is going to change. Curse, no, this is a blessing, and it is not, ah!"

"I don't know what this is, darkness, light, I've seen it all..."

"Oh, what happened?" Trelawney seemed to have finished something. She looked at a group of young wizards staring at her in surprise, which made her a little uncomfortable, but soon she understood what was going on.

She said excitedly: "Tell me what I said. It must be a prophecy!"

"Oh, you didn't say anything Professor."

"Didn't you say?"

Trelawney saw that it was Draco speaking to her, and she said doubtfully: "Could it be that I thought wrong, it's weird, I forgot something..."

After leaving the classroom, Bree could still hear Trelawney's nagging voice. It was Draco who shouted dissatisfied: "He is just a neurotic professor who predicted Potter's death yesterday, but it was me who was injured."

Well, this professor likes to make some weird false prophecies to scare the little wizard. Who would believe it...I just made up a random prophecy and I can get her around."

"Draco, it doesn't have to be like this. Even if the prophecy is true, it doesn't mean it has happened. I can definitely avoid it now that I know it."

"Hmph, you have such a big heart, do whatever you want."

Draco smiled.

Breedeau: "I'm going to see Professor Flitwick, are you going? It's about the Fantasy Game Club. The club will officially open this Saturday, and I will come forward then."

"Oh, then I'd better go on Saturday. I have to go to the campus hospital. Although the sprain yesterday was very minor, I still need to check again."

Bri heard this and nodded.

"Oh well."

After parting ways with Draco, Bree soon came to Professor Flitwick's office. Professor Flitwick was holding a chuck of a fantasy game and observing it. Bree could tell at a glance that this was the giant fantasy instrument.

It seems that Alyssa moves very quickly.

"Come over to Ode, you are more familiar with it than I am, come and see where we should choose the location of the club so as not to waste this chuck."

"Professor, I'm afraid we have to use the Invisible Stretching Spell to accommodate such a large illusion, and build a real one-on-one arena. After all, the illusion is just an illusion, not reality."

After hearing Bree's words, Professor Flitwick nodded seriously and said: "It seems that we must do this, but this is a big project and we may not have so much time."

Flitwick was a little hesitant. He didn't want to waste this huge chuck. It was a rare thing.

Bree thought about it and quickly said: "Perhaps we can use the Quidditch pitch, but this may delay the players' training. After all, weekends are their time."

Professor Flitwick's eyes lit up, but what Bree said in the second half disappointed him again, but he still said: "We have to try, Quidditch and Illusion Magic can become extracurricular activities for children, we can't always

It's all Quidditch, it's going to be a revolution!"

Professor Flitwick seemed a little excited, and he hurriedly said: "I'm going to talk to Miss Hannah Abbott, who protects the Odd Club. She manages the school newspaper on the school's bulletin board, and maybe the little wizards can vote on it."

Should we turn Saturday into a Magic Club day to give the Quidditch players a day off?"
Chapter completed!