Lin Xia chose the best lot without hesitation.
The fortune of fortune-telling is divided into 【excellent fortune】, 【good fortune】, 【medium fortune】, 【average fortune】, and 【worst fortune】.
Among them, 【Best Fortune】 is very rare, but once it appears, it means great luck and success.
As for the 【lucky sign】, if you are not too greedy, it is already a very good choice.
As for the fortunes of the next few draws, each one is worse than the last, so you don’t need to consider them, but they can serve as a warning.
Lin Xia, who was hiding in the beads, also heard the discussions among the students.
Voldemort should be the big villain in this world, so if she kills the Death Eaters, she can deepen her connection with the world and make it easier for her to survive in this world.
But now she is in the state of a soul, and she is as weak as she can be.
The only thing she could rely on was the scales of fate, and she had used her ability to flip them. No one knew when the next flip would occur. Only a fool would take such a risk.
A student opened the window, and a cool breeze rushed in, cooling down the heated discussion.
"Oh shit! My Pop Rocks!"
The lively popping candy was blown over by the cold wind and landed on someone else's test paper.
"No, my test paper!" Another student quickly picked it up and shook it, but the movement was so big that he accidentally knocked over the ink of the student next to him.
The student didn't want the ink to spill on the ground, so he subconsciously cast a levitation spell: "Wingardium Leviosa."
"Oh my god, no!"
The students stared at the scene with their mouths wide open in surprise. The ink floated in the air like black raindrops.
But as the magic wore off, it really turned into black raindrops, falling on the heads and clothes of many students.
This carriage was in complete chaos, and the little wizards could not control their abilities.
The class monitor quickly came from somewhere else to maintain order.
No one noticed that a small golden bead was blown to another open window by the strong wind.
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In 1979, everyone in the wizarding world was in danger. Everyone was afraid that they would be found by Death Eaters, killed or controlled by the Imperius Curse. The wizarding world seemed to have reached its darkest hour.
Voldemort's power and ambition have expanded to the extreme, and his strength is at its peak. Except for Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix, it seems that nothing can stop him from succeeding.
In 1980, a prophecy quietly reached Voldemort's ears.
Voldemort only knew the first half: "The one who would kill him would be born in July, to parents who had escaped his clutches three times."
Only Dumbledore knew the complete prophecy. Even Trelawney, who made the prophecy, was unaware that she had spoken the will of the gods.
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... Born into a family that has thrice defeated the Dark Lord, oh, and a giant snake, born with the power of the serpent...
The Dark Lord marked him as a formidable foe, but he possessed powers unknown to the Dark Lord... One must die at the hands of the other, for both could not live, only one could survive, and the shadowy lurker watched silently...
The one who possesses the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born at the end of the seventh month..."
Voldemort found two families that matched the prophecy, each of whom had an unborn child, and he sent Death Eaters to keep a close eye on them.
On July 31 of the same year, at another small manor not far from Malfoy Manor, two warlocks who came from the far east were attracted by the beautiful scenery and decided to give birth to their love child here.
Narcissa gave birth to a lovely little boy at St. Mungo's last month. Thanks to the potion, he was able to walk quickly and his body recovered as before.
She accepted her neighbor's invitation and came to help and preside over the birth ceremony.
Even from a few meters away, Narcissa could feel the dragon-like might of the two guests from the East who had come from afar, which came from their deep bloodlines.
This made Narcissa, who admired the strong, decide to make friends with them, and she praised her decision countless times. These two oriental sorcerers were indeed terribly strong, but also had gentle personalities.
Even her husband, the arrogant Lucius Malfoy, agreed with her decision and was willing to make friends with the Eastern sorcerers, hoping to sell the family's products to the East through this line.
The birth and inheritance of Eastern Warlocks can ensure that all talents can be passed on to children without worrying about duds.
The only bad thing is that because the warlock's power comes from blood, once it is passed on to the next generation, his power will not improve and may even decline.
Therefore, the inheritance of a warlock requires much more effort than that of a wizard.
At eight o'clock in the evening, a loud baby cry resounded through the sky. Narcissa finally breathed a sigh of relief, helped Charlie up, and wiped the sweat from her forehead.
Narcissa complained, "It's all because the Dark Lord keeps a close eye on St. Mungo's. Otherwise, you could have given birth there and suffered less."
Xia Li smiled, a hint of weakness etched across her beautiful face. "It's okay. With Lin Rui here, I can give birth anywhere."
Lin Rui took the baby girl from Xia Li's hands and looked into her amber eyes. Two words inexplicably flashed through his mind.
"Lin Xia."
Lin Rui came back to his senses. "Her name is Lin Xia, named after each of our surnames. She is our most beloved child."
A year later, October 31, 1981.
Voldemort was hit by Harry Potter's Avada Kedavra curse, a spell that had killed many wizards. It tore his body apart in an instant and made his magic disappear.
He escaped dying and disappeared without a trace. The wizarding world finally saw the light of day and welcomed the long-awaited sunshine.
In November of the same year, Dumbledore suddenly fainted. After falling into a deep sleep for a month, he woke up and claimed that he had received Merlin's will in his dream and decided to take over as Minister of Magic.
Time passed quickly and it was 1991.
"Lin Xia, have you received the admission letter from Hogwarts?"
A boy with slicked-back hair and overalls ran into the manor, jumping up and down on the blanket without even taking off his shoes.
He jumped and waved his wand, "Clean it up!"
The dirty marks on the blanket disappeared instantly, and it was as bright as if it had just been bought.
Lin Xia, wearing the white training clothes prepared by her parents, said helplessly, "Draco, go to your practice room to practice magic, not in my manor."
Draco was pale, with platinum hair and gray eyes. He looked very much like his father, but softer and vaguely like Narcissa.
Draco said mischievously, "The practice room is too boring. Practical exercises are more fun. Besides, don't you often practice magic at my house?"
He asked the same question again, "Have you received your admission letter from Hogwarts?"
Lin Xia shook her head, her rosy face showing a calm expression: "No, I just had my birthday yesterday. How could the academy react so quickly?"
When Lin Xia was in her mother Xia Li's womb, she absorbed the power of creation that nurtures life. In Eastern terms, this is innate qi. With the help of this breath, she sealed her memories in the womb.
As she grew older, the layers were released until her body could withstand it.
Yesterday she celebrated her 11th birthday, and all her memories were unlocked, along with the balance of fate hidden in her body.
The ability to know her destiny is a compass that she has had since birth.
Her parents knew that she had the ability to divine, but unfortunately they couldn't trigger it actively.
Her parents explained that her bloodline had regressed, so she gained the ability to divine from her ancestors, but it was not comprehensive.
Only Lin Xia knew that her abilities were different from those of the fortune tellers.
Now that all her memories have been unlocked, she finally understands that she has lived two lives as a human being, and that divination is a skill she acquired in her previous life.
“Knock knock!”
An owl, holding a letter in its beak, knocked on the window pane.
Dumbledore's awakening and taking over as Minister of Magic was one of the magical changes, so many different changes occurred in Hogwarts.