"What? What kind of crime?" Umbridge couldn't help but take a half step back when she saw Trelawney's strange look. "What happened to the Obscurials? Those things ceased to exist decades ago!"
But Trelawney seemed not to have heard her words. She was still buried in her long hair, and her whole body was trembling even more...
"... Ticking... Sin... Resurrection... The nightmare is coming... "
She spoke in that ageless voice, and the atmosphere in the classroom became increasingly weird. In the room that was originally brightened because the curtains were wide open, everyone only felt that the temperature was dropping a little.
At the same time, Trelawney's predictions became increasingly coherent and clear.
"... When the light of the past... recedes... from the stage, the old enemy will return... "
"... The tombstone of sin will eventually change hands, and the time of the Silent One... uh... click... click..."
Just when everyone was immersed in the mysterious and strange prophecy, Trelawney seemed to have something blocked in her throat, and her deep and deep words stopped abruptly.
Instead, there was the meaningless noise from the beginning. The little wizards looked at each other, feeling a little at a loss.
Although in the magical world, the existence of prophets has been rare since ancient times. But since magic schools like Hogwarts have been offering divination classes for many years, wizards are actually not unfamiliar with things like "prophecy".
Of course, there are too many vague things in divination. When there was an extreme lack of examples, no one paid much attention to this course.
But even so, when Trelawney showed her true "prophetic gesture" in public, most of the young wizards felt a little "unable to believe it".
Even Umbridge could only grit her teeth and say nothing - after all, everyone could feel it now. The aura exuding from Trelawney at this moment was simply giving people goosebumps.
However, while everyone was listening nervously, Trelawney's state became even more abnormal.
Under the intense gaze of dozens of pairs of eyes in the classroom, Trelawney raised her head suddenly, her mouth half-opened and half-closed, as if she wanted to continue saying something.
And her eyes at this time were suddenly covered with a layer of gray.
"... Ka... ho ho... break... the... shackles... of... the timing..."
In the prophecy posture, Trelawney is using her body to narrate the prophecy itself, as if she is possessed by something else. But at this moment, it became extremely difficult for the "being" in her body to speak.
"... odd... numbers."
The last half of the word was forced out of her throat, and then the grayness in Trelawney's eyes suddenly disappeared. Immediately afterwards, she seemed to have lost some strength and fell to the floor.
Almost at the same time, in the Prophecy Hall of the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic, a prophecy ball that had just been filled exploded with a "click"...
"Heh... Huh... What's an 'odd number'? I don't know what it means!"
Umbridge was awakened by the sound of her falling. She murmured dryly, then slipped through the trap door on the ground without looking back, and hurried downstairs.
"Well... what should I do?" Harry looked at Professor Trelawney on the ground, then looked up and around, and found that everyone was looking at him.
"Uh..." He hesitated for a moment, then subconsciously pointed at himself, "Me?"
The students all nodded.
"Hey! Ron—" Harry quickly turned around and gave his best friend a hand.
"Oh... Okay, okay! We are good buddies!" Ron seemed to be remembering something. When he felt Harry tug him, he raised his head, "Let's go call McGonagall quickly." Professor..."
Before he finished speaking, he stood up in a rare initiative, pulled Harry and ran towards the trap door.
"Were you writing down the prophecy just now?"
"Of course! Didn't Maka say, if you have anything important to do, contact him—this is a good opportunity for us to help him!"
While running to the Transfiguration classroom, the two of them started talking quietly.
"Yeah, that's right..." Harry nodded.
"But you said... Trelawney's prophecy, is it accurate?" Although Ron happily memorized it, he still didn't trust Trelawney as a professor. "How can I Thinking about it, you still think it’s a little unreliable?”
"Who knows?" Harry thought for a while and said, "Maka will always judge for herself, oh... Speaking of which, what happened to your candy just now?"
Ron heard this and shook his head in embarrassment.
"You must remember not to let my mother know..."
"Of course!" Harry said while running and patting his chest.
"As I said just now, it was Fred and George's trial work, called 'Alcohol Bomb'... Maca's suggestion was that if you sell it to major bars, you will definitely make a lot of gold galleons!"
"Ha..." Harry laughed dryly, "I knew what it was just by hearing the name! Fortunately, I only chewed it once and then quickly spit it out..."
"No, no, the biggest advantage of this thing is that you won't get drunk no matter how much you eat!" Ron said mysteriously, "Maka said that he added a formula that can quickly decompose alcohol into it, so that it is both enjoyable and not intoxicating. Those drunkards can't stop..."
Soon, they arrived at the door of the Transfiguration classroom. The two looked at each other, and then Harry stepped forward and reached out to open the classroom door.
"... The physical properties of each material are closely related to its magical properties. We can correspond to... huh?"
Professor McGonagall was giving a lecture. When she heard the sound of the door being opened, she immediately turned her head sharply.
"Professor McGonagall!" Harry said hurriedly.
"What's the matter?" Mag always had a straight face, serious and serious during class, "Aren't you supposed to be in the Divination class at this time? What are you doing here?"
"Well..." Harry paused and said, "Professor Trelawney made a prophecy, and then she fainted..."
In fact, most students know more or less that Professor McGonagall doesn't really like Professor Trelawney because she doesn't believe in divination or anything like that.
Harry naturally noticed the way these two professors got along, so he seemed a little hesitant now.
But after all, he was a professor at Hogwarts and was hired by Dumbledore himself. For McGonagall, who trusted Dumbledore and cherished every bit of Hogwarts, she had actually recognized Trelawney's existence for a long time.
"I understand," Professor McGonagall nodded immediately, then turned to the students in the classroom, "Next, you will recite the dual nature of the material..."
Then, she hurriedly strode towards the door.
"Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, you first go to the campus hospital and notify Mrs. Pomfrey," McGonagall said hurriedly, "We will be here soon—"
"Ah! Okay!" Harry and Ron responded at the same time.
…
Half an hour later, the principal was in the room.
Many of the portraits of past principals on the wall are empty, and I don’t know where they went. The furnishings here seem to have undergone a lot of changes, as if they have been carefully cleaned up, and they look much fresher than before.
The windows on the side were also open, and the wind blew in, but there was not much coolness.
Even the Sorting Hat on the shelf seemed to have been given a good cleaning. Although there were still patches everywhere and the wrinkled areas had not been smoothed out, at least it was not as dirty inside and out as in previous years. There are stains all over the outside.
Professor McGonagall seemed a little uncomfortable with this almost brand-new principal's office. She would glance left and right from time to time, with some doubts in her eyes.
"...Is that so?" Dumbledore nodded towards McGonagall, "How is Sybil now?"
"She has woken up and seems to be fine." Mag said seriously, "But her prophecy..."
Judging from the students' descriptions, it was undoubtedly a real prophecy, so Professor McGonagall was also quite concerned about it. But after hearing this, Dumbledore only thought about it for a moment.
"Don't worry," he said with a smile, "it's not a big problem."
A true prophecy from a prophet would probably be treated with great caution by most people. But right now Dumbledore didn't seem to care that much, as if its content was really no big deal.
"But..." Professor McGonagall seemed a little worried.
"It's okay, just relax..." Dumbledore took off his glasses and wiped them, "No one can predict what will happen in the future... The prophecy can only be used as a reference. We still have to do what we do, right? "
After wiping the lenses, he placed them on the bridge of his nose again, and then continued: "Minerva, would you like a toffee finger cake?"
Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, then shook her head.
"No, no need..." she thought for a moment and said, "Then I'll go down first."
"OK."
Dumbledore stood up and watched McGonagall leave with a smile. When the door to the principal's office closed again, he picked up a finger cake, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it gently.
"...Old enemy?" He muttered, then shrugged indifferently, with a hint of mischief in his smile, "It's time to end..."
After that, he grabbed a few more finger cakes and then wandered to the window.
At this time, a gust of wind happened to blow by, blowing his silver hair and white beard, making the image of the white wizard look even more elegant.
The warm sunshine fell on his body, and he couldn't help but squint his eyes comfortably. The half-moon-shaped lenses reflect the sunlight and shine with golden brilliance.
"Well... before Maka comes, why don't we secretly go to Honeydukes again? The flyer said that the store has developed a new dessert... "