Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 239 Prophecy
At dinner time, they all went to the hall, and Hera found that the tables there had been moved to the wall again—it was obviously not intended to hold a duel club again, and only a small table for a dozen people was placed in the center of the room—compared to the four long tables of the college in the past.Professor Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, and Professor Flitwick were there, as was Filch the janitor.

Filch was finally willing to take off his usual brown coat and put on a very old and rather outdated tuxedo.Besides them, there were only two unfamiliar faces. To be honest, although Hera had guessed that there would be many fewer students, she never expected that only one student would choose to stay in school.

Fortunately, when he was in Hogsmeade, he thought that there were many students staying at school. It seemed that the sixth-year students who had learned to apparate did not forget to go to Honeydukes to buy candy during the holidays.

"Merry Christmas!" said Dumbledore, at this moment Hera approached the table and sat down next to Professor Snape. Tonight was a full moon night, and Remus should have gone to prepare for his "transformation".

I wish him all the best, Hera thought.

"We're not many, and it's kind of silly to use those tables in the houses. Sit down, sit down."

Hera patted Penelope's arm lightly and asked her to find a seat for herself. Penelope stubbornly sat down beside Hera and squeezed into Professor Flitwick, but fortunately, Professor Flitwick had a good temper, so he just walked towards the other side cheerfully, but he looked at Hera with some jokes in his eyes.

And Hermione sat side by side at the end of the table with her two stupid squires.

"Firecracker!" said Dumbledore enthusiastically, handing the tail end of a large silver firecracker to Snape, who reluctantly took it and pulled it.With a bang, the firecrackers scattered like a shotgun, revealing a big witch's hat with a pointed top, and there were specimens of mountain eagles on the top of the hat.

Hera cracked a grin, Snape's mouth pursed, and he pushed the hat to Dumbledore, who promptly replaced his own wizard's hat with it.

"I think this is quite suitable for Dumbledore." Hera said to Snape in a low voice, and Snape nodded subtly, agreeing with Hera's idea, but his face was still not very good-looking.

"Eat!" Dumbledore said with a smile to the whole table.

Hera was cutting the steak in front of her when the hall door opened.In came Professor Trelawney, gliding towards us as if on wheels.For Christmas, she wore a green dress with tinsel decorations that made her look even more like a shiny oversized dragonfly.

"Sybyl, it's a pleasure to have you!" said Dumbledore, standing up.

"Headmaster, I have been looking at the crystal ball," said Professor Trelawney, in the faintest, most distant voice of hers. "To my surprise, I saw myself abandoning my private dinner to join your dinner party. Who am I to resist the urging of fate? I walked out of my building immediately, and I sincerely beg your pardon for my lateness..."

"Of course. Of course," said Dumbledore, his eyes sparkling, "let me get you a chair—"

Sure enough, he used his wand to pull a chair in mid-air, and the chair turned in mid-air for a few seconds before making a dull sound, and landed between Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall—Hera was on the other side of Snape.However, Professor Trelawney did not sit down, her big eyes were all over the table, and suddenly she let out a low scream.

"Principal! If I sit at the same table, there will be thirteen people! There is nothing more unlucky than thirteen! Never forget that if thirteen people eat together, the first person to stand up after the meal will be the first to die!"

"We're willing to take the risk, Sybil," said Professor McGonagall impatiently. "Let's eat first. The turkey is going to be as cold as a rock."

Hera knew that Professor McGonagall didn't believe in Professor Trelawney's divination very much. Although he didn't know the reason, but from Professor McGonagall's attitude alone, he could barely judge that Professor McGonagall should also be predicted by Professor Trelawney to die—it didn't seem to work.

Professor Trelawney hesitated, and then sat down on the empty chair, eyes closed, mouth tightly pressed, as if thunder was about to strike the table.

"Sit down quickly, obviously, with Principal Dumbledore around, there won't be any problem." Hera comforted softly, but he didn't intend to get up.

It is better to believe what is there than to believe what is not, Hera does not want to gamble.

What if Professor Trelawney actually made a correct prediction?
Although it was completely unrealistic, Hera felt he had to maintain some respect for the science of divination that he didn't understand, given that she had once predicted Harry Potter's defeat of the Dark Lord.

Professor McGonagall reached into the nearest tureen with a large spoon. "Do you want tripe, Sybil?" Professor Trelawney ignored her.She opened her eyes, looked around, and asked, "Where is my dear Professor Lupine?"

"I'm afraid the poor man is ill again," said Dumbledore, motioning for dinner to begin. "It was very unfortunate that he fell ill at Christmas."

"But you sure already know that, don't you, Sybil?" said Professor McGonagall.raised his eyebrows.

Professor Trelawney gave Professor McGonagall a cold look. "Of course I know, Minerva," she said quietly, "but people don't flaunt their omniscience. I often behave as if I don't have the third eye, so that others don't get nervous."

"That says a lot," said Professor McGonagall acidly.

Professor Trelawney's voice suddenly became less indistinct. "If you must know, Minerva, I've seen that poor Professor Lupine won't be with us for long. He himself seems to understand that his time is running out. When I volunteer to show him the crystal ball, he always avoids—"

"Think about it," said Professor McGonagall dryly.

"I think," said Dumbledore, in a cheerful but slightly raised tone, which ended the conversation between Professor McGonagall and Professor Trelawney, "that Professor Lupine is not in any immediate danger. Have you concocted another potion for him, Severus?"

"Yes, Headmaster," said Snape.

"Okay," said Dumbledore, "then he'll be up and about in no time... Son, have you ever had this sausage? It's delicious."

The remaining first-year, reddened by the headmaster speaking directly to him, took the sausage platter with shaking hands.

Two hours later, the Christmas dinner was over, and Professor Trelawney finally did not sit down, and she left the auditorium nervously.

(End of this chapter)