Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Water Margin

Chapter 130 speaks of the prophecy of Neumont Gardberg.

Chapter 131 (Seeking 10,000 daily votes and monthly tickets) Prophecy of Neumont Gardburg

Now, Neville's shout, though not a thunderous outburst, was like a bolt from the blue, startling everyone in the room and making their souls tremble three times.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, their gazes fixed on the man.

Is this Na'vi?

When did he become so brave?

Trelawney, after being fed and drunk, stood there stunned, unable to move, his mind filled with a myriad of thoughts.

He looks like a well-behaved student, but is actually a school bully?

Is there such a stark contrast?

No sooner said than done. Before Neville could say anything more to her, Trelawney's eyes suddenly went blank, her body stiffened, and she began muttering incantations, as if possessed by a deity.

"It was fate... A crow flew over the decaying graveyard... The seven-colored phoenix fell..."

The students in the room were all intimidated by her strange behavior and bizarre words, and dared not even breathe.

Although Neville had shown his courage for a moment, he was now flustered and kept glancing anxiously at Harry at the next table.

The scarred man, a seasoned veteran, narrowed his blue eyes and was about to step forward when Trelawney suddenly exclaimed "Oh dear!" and returned to normal.

She exclaimed, "What just happened? What just happened?"

"You seemed to be possessed just now," Lavender said cautiously, moving closer. "And what did you say... crows flew over the cemetery?"

"oh!"

Upon hearing this, Trelawney immediately closed his eyes and raised his eyebrows, feigning a profound and unfathomable expression. "It seems I have inadvertently activated my prophetic vision again."

"Boy, please don't take what I just said to heart."

Although the students did not understand what prophetic vision was, they felt a sense of awe. Neville did not say much and could only nod silently.

Trelawney glanced at everyone secretly, and seeing that no one dared to utter a sound, he felt somewhat relieved.

Now that he dared not utter any more threatening words, he instructed everyone to take out tea leaves, brew them, and drink them, teaching them how to sober up.

Ron brewed some tea, raised the cup, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp. Instantly, he wrinkled his nose, squinted his eyes, and stuck out his tongue, exclaiming, "This tea is truly awful!"

"Cough cough! And all this tea dust, my—cough cough! My throat is going to be chafed raw."

Harry shook his head and laughed, "This filthy tea dregs, I wonder which corner it was swept up from, and you dare to pass it off as fine tea?"

"When I find a good opportunity in the future, I will definitely find you some fine tea like Longjing Beiyuan and let you taste its freshness and fragrance."

After everyone had finished drinking, Trelawney instructed the students to exchange teacups and observe the tea leaves.

Harry turned Ron's teacup up and down, only to find the bottom of the cup littered with crumbs. What was so special about that?

Hearing Trelawney spouting such mysterious words, he grew impatient and said:

"Damn it! What secrets can these scraps of tea possibly hold? I'd much rather toss three gallons for divination; that would be far more satisfying!"

Hermione held Harry's teacup, examining it from all angles, but still couldn't figure it out. She nodded in agreement, "To be honest, I'm starting to regret taking Divination."

"Think about it, tea originated from China, and Chinese shamans didn't discover that tea could be used for prophecy, which only shows that interpreting tea is useless."

Trelawney, with his sharp ears, heard the noise and stepped closer, smiling, "Let me see, my dear."

She picked up the cup and examined it closely for a moment, then suddenly raised her eyebrows and said, "Falcon... darling, you have a mortal enemy."

"Whose teacup is this?"

Upon hearing this, Harry's eyes flashed like lightning. "Professor, you already knew that I and Voldemort were mortal enemies. Why say such a thing again today?"

Upon hearing the name Voldemort, Trelawney felt as if he had been struck on the head with a club, his face turning deathly pale, and he staggered back several steps.

He lost his grip on the teacup, and with a crisp "crack," it shattered on the ground.

Hearing this, all the students turned to look, only to see Trelawney completely ignoring everyone's gazes, his bewildered eyes fixed on Harry.

"You already know?"

Harry's eyes darted around, and he readily agreed, "That's right! I knew long ago that it was the professor who made the prophecy, and I also know who leaked it to Voldemort!"

Upon hearing this, Trelawney's body went limp on one side. He braced himself on the table with both hands, panting heavily, his breath coming in gasps like a broken bellows.

"I didn't leak it!"

"And also, please don't mention that person's name again!"

Seeing her like this, Harry's mind became clearer, and he realized that Trelawney must know something.

He immediately grabbed her wrist and pleaded, "Professor, please don't refuse! I won't ask about anything else, I just want you to tell me in detail about the time when you spoke with Professor Dumbledore."

Trelawney gritted his teeth and shook his head, but when he tried to break free, he felt Harry's five fingers gripping him tightly like iron clamps.

However, in the blink of an eye, she suddenly trembled violently like a withered leaf in the wind, and soon returned to her previous dazed state.

"The blood of prophets contains a curse."

"The persecutors will not have a good death."

"Death will haunt him for the rest of his life."

After reciting these words a few times, he suddenly came to his senses and feigned surprise, saying, "Oh dear! What did I just say?"

Ron's lips twitched. "You just said that anyone who threatens you will die a horrible death."

"Good heavens, that's terrifying." Trelawney clutched his forehead, seemingly about to collapse. "Mr. Potter, please don't touch me anymore. You don't want to be cursed, do you?"

"The prophecies I speak from the perspective of a prophet will absolutely come true."

Trelawney spoke with such conviction that Harry paid no heed.

Why do you think so?

It turned out that when the scarred man grabbed her wrist, he secretly checked her pulse and used the medical techniques taught by An Daoquan. He had already found that her pulse was rapid and disordered. It was not the kind of meditative state he was in.

Harry noticed her numerous evasive excuses and suspected she was cut from the same cloth as the leaker.

He sneered, his other hand gripping the hilt of his sword, a cold glint in his eyes. "Professor, since you understand such profound mysteries, why don't you calculate whether this sword of mine can drink your blood today?"

"What?! Mr. Potter, this is no laughing matter."

"You must respect the professor—or I'll be deducting points from Gryffindor!"

Trelawney's breathing became increasingly rapid, his chest heaving like a bellows.

Just as he was panting so hard his chest felt like it was going to burst, his knees suddenly buckled, and he slumped into the chair, his eyes vacant and lifeless.

Hermione pouted. "Not again?"

Harry frowned, but before he could speak, Trelawney's face paled with fear, and he hissed, "..."

Why are you leaving?!

"You have unleashed a true demon!"

He is everywhere!!!

The shout shook the roof beams, causing dust to flutter down, and all the students trembled.

After about a breath or two, Trelawney suddenly shivered, looked around blankly, and his face suddenly showed fear.

"I just entered the prophet's field of vision again? What prophecy did I make?"

Hermione cursed inwardly, thinking this guy was just being deliberately mysterious, and said coldly, "You said the demon has been released, and that this demon is everywhere."

Upon hearing this, Trelawney's face drained of color instantly, his previous mysterious aura vanished, and he appeared to have aged ten years in an instant.

She stood up shakily and said, "I think... let's end today's class here."

The students looked at each other, none daring to utter a sound. They could only pack their belongings and file down through the trapdoor.

Harry, Hermione, and the others left the classroom and walked to the stairwell. Hermione was still grumbling, "I should have known that divination was complete nonsense. Could you really believe it?"

"She actually used the same trick three times in one class!"

Harry shook his head and said, "Big sister, you're mistaken. It was actually two times."

"The last time that wretch screamed, I was still holding her pulse. She screamed in agony, but her pulse remained steady as usual."

Ron and Hermione were taken aback at first, then became frightened.

Hermione said in a trembling voice, "Wait, Harry, you mean—"

"Eldest sister and brother, please go ahead. I must go and speak with Professor Dumbledore."

The group parted ways, and Harry headed straight for the headmaster's office.

Upon seeing the newcomers, the two drooping stone beasts hurriedly shouted in unison to inform Dumbledore, then jumped to the sides to hide.

Dumbledore was writing furiously at his desk when he suddenly heard the stone beast cry out, and he knew that Harry must be coming to visit.

He immediately put down his quill pen, took the magic potion for treating headaches from the table, tilted his head back, and drank half a bottle.

Then the door was pushed open with a bang, and Harry rushed in, sword in hand and cane in hand.

"The professor is available!"

Good morning, Harry.

Dumbledore gave a wry smile and said, "I think something very serious must have happened again, right?"

"My goodness! Professor, you are truly a genius!"

"I don't have Trelawney's prophetic abilities, but every time you come to me, it only worsens my headaches."

Dumbledore sighed. "No, I didn't have this problem before you enrolled."

Harry ignored this and cupped his hands in greeting, saying, "What a coincidence, I was just about to talk about Trelawney today."

He then recounted Trelawney's three prophecies one by one, and Dumbledore's brow furrowed.

After waiting for quite a while, the old principal finally took off his glasses and sighed, "The third time is true."

"Although the prophecy was very straightforward, so straightforward that it didn't seem like a prophecy."

"But I've seen other prophets whose heartbeats—what you call pulses—were indeed very calm when their vision was at its fullest."

Harry read for a moment, then asked doubtfully, "How did the professor know the fortune teller's heartbeat over there? Did he perhaps lean in and listen?"

Dumbledore didn't reply, but just twirled his silver beard again and again, pondering Trelawney's three prophetic words.

"Unleashing the true demons... perhaps referring to Voldemort?"

Harry gripped the hilt of his knife tightly, squinting as he said, "If that's the case, then what about 'everywhere'? Does it mean Voldemort scattered Horcruxes all over the world?"

"We can't rule out that possibility," Dumbledore nodded. "After all, his main spirit has been wandering outside, and perhaps some poor soul has been bewitched by him."

"I will submit an application to the International Confederation of Wizards to join forces with the Ministries of Magic of other countries to search for Voldemort's remaining Horcruxes."

Harry cursed his bad luck, clasped his hands in a respectful bow, and said, "Then I will trouble you, Professor. If you find Salazar Slytherin's locket, please let me know."

"That's fine. But... there's still one thing I don't understand."

Dumbledore's eyes darkened as he glanced at Harry. "Why are you leaving?"

Harry ignored this and crossed his arms, saying, "Since the professor has a question for me, I also have a question to ask!"

"That Trelawney already told me about the sordid prophecy, why did you have to hide it from me, Professor?"

Dumbledore paused for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Oh, Harry, Trelawney doesn't know about that."

"Since you say so, when will the professor be willing to explain this matter clearly? Then I will discuss the first prophecy with the professor."

After speaking, Harry cupped his hands in a respectful bow, turned around, and strode out the door, the sound of his boots echoing as they gradually faded into the distance.

After Harry left, Dumbledore sat alone in his chair, remaining silent for a long time.

With a final sigh, he finished the remaining half bottle of medicine, then used a teleportation technique to reappear in Neumonteburg.

The sunlight was intense at that moment, illuminating the ruins of the castle, with its crumbling bricks and stones adding to its desolate atmosphere.

Dumbledore hesitated for a moment, then continued upwards, climbing the broken stone steps towards the top floor.

Before even reaching the cell door, they heard a burst of laughter from inside. "Let me guess, has something happened to that little savior again?"

Dumbledore walked to the prison gate and said to himself, "You should remember Sybil of House Trelawney, shouldn't you?"

"I told you this before."

"That little girl whose prophecies sometimes come true and sometimes don't?" Grindelwald rolled off the bed and staggered to the iron bars. "Did she make some terrifying prophecy?"

Dumbledore made no attempt to conceal anything and proceeded to recount the three prophecies one by one, "There is no ambiguity, no allusion; this is a very rare occurrence."

He spoke earnestly, but Grindelwald was distracted, staring intently into Dumbledore's eyes.

"So? You want me to help you find where Voldemort hid the rest of his Horcruxes?"

"No, I want you to tell me what Trelawney's first prophecy meant."

"Oh dear, oh dear, Al, those people always say I'm using you, but who's really using whom now?"

Grindelwald rested his head on the iron fence and said softly, "You only think of me when you encounter a problem you can't solve."

Dumbledore remained silent for a moment, then said, "If I visit you too often, it will cause unnecessary panic."

"This is truly heartbreaking; even in Muggle prisons, visits are permitted."

Upon hearing this, a bitter look flashed in Dumbledore's eyes. He opened his mouth, the words welling up in his throat, but he suddenly swallowed them back down.

"You're bewitching me."

"You figured it out."

"Your attitude is different from when we last met."

Before Grindelwald could say anything, he suddenly heard a hateful voice behind him.

"Dumbledore? You actually dare to come here!"

(End of this chapter)