bacchusnovels Chapter 340 Trelawney's Prophecy
Chapter 340 Trelawney's Prophecy
Chapter 340 Trelawney's Prophecy
"I'm afraid he's fallen ill again," Dumbledore said calmly, gesturing for everyone to continue their meal. "It's just bad luck that he fell ill at Christmas."
"But you surely foresaw this, didn't you, Sybil?" Professor McGonagall raised an eyebrow, her tone laced with sarcasm.
Trelawney gave her a cold, wary look, and replied calmly, "Of course I know, Minerva. But we don't boast about knowing everything. I usually act as if I'm unaware of destiny, so that others won't feel uneasy."
"Oh, that explains a lot," Professor McGonagall said sarcastically.
Trelawney's tone suddenly sharpened: "If you must know, Minerva, I've already foreseen Professor Lupin's fate. He won't be among us for long. Clearly, he knows himself that time is running out. I've offered to look at his crystal ball, but he always avoids it—" "How astonishing," Professor McGonagall replied curtly.
Trelawney's expression clearly showed her dissatisfaction with Professor McGonagall's sarcastic remarks, and a barely perceptible glint of anger flashed in her eyes. But just as the atmosphere was becoming increasingly tense, Tonks coughed lightly, breaking the silence with a hint of apology and curiosity.
"Professor Trelawney," Tonks began somewhat apologetically, her voice hesitant, "would you have time to look into my fate?"
This question diverted everyone's attention from the undercurrent of conflict between Trelawney and Professor McGonagall.
Upon hearing this, Trelawney immediately snapped out of her tense standoff and regained her usual dazed demeanor, suddenly returning to her "prophet" state.
She narrowed her eyes slightly, looking thoughtful, and then suddenly pulled out a crystal ball from somewhere.
"My dear," Trelawney's voice became ethereal, as if she had entered some mystical realm, "I can show you the trajectory of fate and reveal the path of your future—but you must be prepared to accept the truth."
Tonks stared in surprise at the crystal ball Trelawney suddenly pulled out, clearly not expecting it to turn into an instant "destiny revelation".
To be honest, she was indeed a little curious about her future, after all, things had happened so quickly in the past few months.
However, the reason she took the initiative to speak was more to ease the tense atmosphere and prevent this tense situation from affecting her Christmas dinner with Sean, or even the baby in her belly that was not yet born.
After returning home yesterday, she made a point of carefully reading through that "Parenting Handbook".
The book clearly states that pregnant women should try to maintain a harmonious and comfortable living environment during pregnancy and avoid excessive emotional fluctuations.
Therefore, Tonks was actually somewhat hesitant at the time.
She smiled, but there was a clear hint of awkwardness and hesitation in her smile: "Now??"
"The timing of destiny never waits, my dear." Trelawney's voice remained elusive; she was completely immersed in the prophetic atmosphere she had created.
She gently placed the crystal ball in the center of the dining table and lightly moved it; the crystal ball began to glow faintly.
Sean watched this scene unfold with great interest.
To be honest, after Trelawney takes over for Tonks, he also wants to participate in this event.
You should know that even in his hometown, fortune telling and interpretation costs at least ten yuan.
Trelawney's magic-side "Serious Master" is completely free, isn't that more cost-effective and reliable than the former?
Moreover, the other party is indeed quite capable—he means that the other party has the bloodline of a prophet and has successfully made two prophecies that will bring about tremendous changes to the entire world.
Tonks blinked. Although she was usually carefree, she looked a little nervous and curious at this moment. "Um... I think I'm ready." She forced a smile, still with a joking tone, but she seemed to care a bit about Trelawney's response.
Trelawney nodded slightly, then extended a hand, gesturing for Tonks to take her hand.
Tonks hesitated for a moment, then reached out his hand.
The people at the table fell silent involuntarily. Even Professor McGonagall, who had always looked down on Trelawney's "charlatan" qualities, did not interrupt Trelawney's performance—even though she had a hint of impatience on her face.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione exchanged glances. Although they had some doubts about the scene, they couldn't hide their curiosity, especially Ron, who was excited about what would happen next.
Trelawney placed Tonks's hand on the crystal ball, then closed her eyes, her hands hovering above the crystal ball.
It sways slowly back and forth, as if sensing some unseen force.
Then, she suddenly opened her eyes, a complex light flashing in them.
"I see—" her voice was a little hoarse, "your future path will not be smooth, Tonks."
"A dangerous shadow is lurking around you."
"You will face a crucial choice: one path leads to light, the other to darkness."
"You must remain steadfast and follow the guidance of your heart, or you may go astray."
Upon hearing Trelawney's words, Tonks' initially relaxed expression gradually faded.
She scratched her head, trying to mask her nervousness with laughter: "This sounds a bit serious, Professor. Is there some specific danger?"
Trelawney narrowed her eyes slightly, seemingly glancing at the crystal ball again, before saying in a low voice, "I can't see everything, but the forces of darkness are already close to you. You must be constantly vigilant; even the places you think are safest may harbor danger."
At this moment, the atmosphere at the table became somewhat heavy.
Harry couldn't help but frown. He had always been skeptical of these prophecies, but seeing the slightly stiff smile on Tonks' face, he couldn't help but feel a little worried.
Hermione sighed softly, clearly dismissing Trelawney's predictions, but she didn't refute them.
"Will I still be able to become the person I want to be in the future?" Tonks asked, half-jokingly and half-seriously, trying to ease the tension.
Trelawney glanced at her, her expression still serious. "Shapes can change, but the essence of the heart cannot be hidden. You must be true to your heart to avoid going into darkness."
Tonks forced a smile. "Well, looks like I'll have to be more careful."
The atmosphere at the table remained somewhat heavy as everyone digested Trelawney's prophecy.
At this moment, Sean suddenly smiled slightly, breaking the silence.
He pointed to the crystal ball, half-jokingly and half-seriously saying, "Professor Trelawney, since you're being so generous today, could you also give me a prediction? See if dark forces are lurking in my future?"
Admittedly, if the entire table were truly ranked according to seniority among the "dark forces."
Sean humbly believed that even Dumbledore was far inferior to him.
Unless...::::. He turns evil and turns Hogwarts into a brothel.
If this were to actually happen, Sean would definitely write a bestselling book about Dumbledore himself: "Dumbledore Reborn:
I saw the famous Phillips fulfilling his prophecy while I was running a brothel at school. Old Ni in the tower raised his eyebrows slightly, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes. She slowly sat up straight, signaling Sean to place his hand on the crystal ball. After that, she raised her hand above the crystal ball again, closed her eyes, and once again entered that mysterious state.
During this time, Sean tried to feel the connection between his right hand and the crystal ball.
Cool, icy, and hard.
That was all that was gained.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
A moment later, Professor Trelawney opened her eyes, her gaze filled with confusion and unease, her lips trembling slightly, as if bewildered by everything she had seen.
"Strange..." she murmured softly, her voice hesitant. "I...I only see darkness...it seems like there's nothing there..."
The people at the table fell silent, even Hermione, who had never really believed her, seemed somewhat surprised.
Tonks couldn't help but chuckle, trying to ease the tense atmosphere: "Perhaps your future is too complicated, even a crystal ball can't see through it."
Trelawney's face darkened, and she shook her head, clearly unwilling to give up.
She pondered for a moment, then turned to Sean and said seriously, "Professor Phillips, place your hands on the crystal ball and touch it yourself."
"Perhaps this way, I can perceive your destiny more clearly."
At this point, Sean also began to have some doubts about Trelawney's capture technique.
At the very least, the premise of a ten-dollar fortune telling is that a fortune stick can jump out of the fortune stick container, but Trelawney's fortune stick didn't even have one.
No wonder it's free.
Although he wanted to continue enjoying the food, seeing Trelawney's serious expression, he did as she asked.
He gently placed his hands on either side of the crystal ball, feeling its cold touch.
The atmosphere at the table suddenly became tense, and even Dumbledore raised his eyebrows slightly.
Trelawney closed her eyes, her hands hovering above the crystal ball once more, her expression becoming increasingly focused.
Her breathing became deep, as if she were listening to some unseen force.
Suddenly, a faint light emanated from the crystal ball, but this was followed by a strange vibration.
The air around the table seemed to grow heavy, and everyone involuntarily held their breath.
Just as Trelawney was about to speak, the crystal ball suddenly emitted a sharp "crack" sound! A thin crack rapidly spread from the center of the crystal ball, as if some invisible force had torn it apart from the inside.
The room fell silent instantly, and everyone stared in disbelief at the cracked crystal ball.
Trelawney slowly opened her eyes, her face filled with shock and bewilderment. She had never experienced anything like this before, and her hands trembled involuntarily.
"This is impossible," she murmured to herself, her voice filled with disbelief.
Sean was stunned, immediately removing his hands from the crystal ball, his face full of confusion. Everyone around him stared in astonishment at the scene before them.
Hermione's lips twitched slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but then she swallowed back what she wanted to say.
Sofia, who was standing nearby, noticed this carefully.
Based on her understanding of Hermione's mother, she guessed that Trelawney was trying to extort money from her father and wanted him to pay for the crystal ball.
That's absolutely right, it's exactly what Hermione's mother would say to Professor Trelawney.
"Professor," Sean asked, "what's going on?"
Trelawney did not answer him immediately.
She continued to stare at the cracked crystal ball, pondering what had just happened.
Finally, she raised her head, her eyes filled with deep confusion and a hint of fear.
"I've never seen such an omen before," she said in a low, serious voice. "Darkness has enveloped you, but your future destiny—has been shattered. This phenomenon is extremely unusual."
After saying that, she turned her head and looked Sean up and down, as if trying to find some clues from him.
At this moment, Dumbledore stepped forward, breaking the awkward silence with a smile, his gentle tone carrying a hint of comfort.
"The power of prophecy is not always infallible, Sibyl."
"Everyone's fate has countless possibilities. The crystal ball is just a tool for peeking; it can fail or give vague hints." His eyes swept back and forth between Sean and Trelawney, trying to lighten the mood again.
He then turned to Snape, changing the subject, "Severus, have you prepared a potion for Professor Lupin?"
"Yes, Headmaster," Snape replied, his face flushed with embarrassment.
In fact, the instant the crystal ball cracked, he immediately thought of something bad and fixed his gaze on Sean.
"That's good," Dumbledore said with a smile. "He'll recover soon and be able to get out of bed and walk around—Derek, have you ever tried this sausage? It tastes very good."
The first-year student, whose name was called by Dumbledore, was so nervous that his face turned red. His hands trembled as he picked up the plate of sausages, clearly at a loss for what to do.
Two hours later, the Christmas dinner was over.
After Dumbledore promised to find her another crystal ball as a "teaching aid," Professor Trelawney behaved almost normally.
Yes, almost.
Harry and Ron were so full from the delicious Christmas dinner that their stomachs felt like they were about to burst, and they were even wearing hats that had been pulled out of firecrackers.
"Shall we go?" Harry whispered to the others beside him.
"No, I have something to discuss with Professor McGonagall," Hermione muttered, clearly preoccupied.
"They'll probably ask her if she can take a few more courses," Ron said, yawning.
The three chatted casually as they walked toward the foyer.
As they approached the Gryffindor common room, Sofia suddenly said she had some things to do and skipped away.
So only Harry and Ron remained of the four children.
They walked all the way to the entrance of the portrait cave and found Lord Cadogan celebrating Christmas with two monks, several former Hogwarts headmasters, and his fat pony.
Sir Cadogan adjusted his helmet, raised a jug of mead, and warmly toasted them.
"Merry Christmas! Password?"
"You filthy mongrel dog," Ron replied lazily.
"You too, sir!" Sir Cadogan roared, tilting the picture frame forward to open a passage, allowing them to enter smoothly.