Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 208 [Cassandra's Prophet's Notes]

After fully merging the soul in the diary, Voldemort was able to affect his own soul in Harry through Occlumency.

He just hasn't been doing that.

Firstly, it was unnecessary, and secondly, I didn't want to arouse Dumbledore's vigilance.

Perhaps, this seed can play an unexpected role in a necessary period in the future.

But the accident last night ruined Voldemort's idea.

If Harry was smart and careful enough, when he asked Snape or Dumbledore about his dream last night, the remnant soul would no longer be able to hide.

"It's really a coincidence."

Voldemort shook his head helplessly and smiled.

Coincidentally, if he hadn't glanced at Harry last night, if Harry hadn't had a premonition, the dream wouldn't have happened.

And if Voldemort himself did not rest because of exhaustion, his consciousness would not be pulled away.

There are too many preconditions, but by coincidence, everything happened.

"Then speed up."

Thinking this way, Voldemort took control of Neville's body early in the morning.

But he didn't rush to find Luna, but after going to the auditorium, he went straight to the north tower of the castle, which was Trelawney's office.

"Knock, knock, knock~"

Voldemort knocked on the office door, but there was no answer for a long time.

He wasn't surprised by this, Trelawney was a drunkard, and on a Sunday morning, it was impossible for her to get up so early in the morning.

After several knocks, Trelawney's voice finally came from the room.

"Come on, come on, come on, don't knock any more."

Trelawney's voice was full of sleepiness, "Merlin's beard, what are you screaming so early? Do you want me to predict your death?"

"squeak~"

The door opened, and Trelawney in her nightgown appeared angrily.

"I brought you breakfast, Professor Trelawney."

Voldemort held up his pack of milk, and a sweet cake - Trelawney's favourite.

"Well, this is the first time I know that Hogwarts offers food delivery service."

Trelawney took the two things dissatisfied, and then prepared to shut Voldemort out.

"Wait a minute, Professor."

Voldemort had to hold down the door that was about to close, "I have a question to ask you."

"Question?" Trelawney raised her eyebrows, looking Neville up and down, "I don't remember you being my student."

"I'm Neville, the second year of Gryffindor, Neville Longbottom. I haven't taken Divination yet, but I'm interested in it."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he made a look of reverence, "I know that you are the greatest fortune teller of our time, so I would like to ask you some questions in advance."

Even without telepathic perception, just looking at Trelawney's reaction as if being crawled around by ants on her back, Voldemort knew how comfortable she felt.

"You are one of the few children who understand the true meaning of divination, come in, Nata." Trelawney opened the door and said.

"My name is Neville, Professor, Neville Longbottom." Voldemort said as he walked inside.

"I know, Neville Rondarton, find a place to sit."

Voldemort opened his mouth, and finally decided not to correct anything.

Trelawney has made her own classroom something special, which looks like a cross between an attic and an old-fashioned teahouse.

Around dozens of small round tables, there are armchairs with Indian printed cloth and bulging cushions. Large copper pots, worn-out playing cards, silver crystal balls and a large pile of tea sets are chaotically piled up in the room.

If you don't consider that this is a classroom, then Voldemort thinks it's not bad here.

"What's the matter, Neville?" Trelawney asked Voldemort as she opened the breakfast.

"I want to know fate..." Voldemort said thoughtfully, "whether fate has light."

"Glow?" Trelawney swallowed a mouthful of cream. "Of course, Neville. Have you ever heard of the Fountain of Luck?"

Voldemort froze for a moment. He thought he had heard the name before, but couldn't remember it for a while.

"Have you read the Tales of Beedle the Poet?" Trelawney reminded.

Voldemort suddenly realized that there was indeed a story called "Fountain of Good Luck".

"I've heard it, but I haven't read it, Professor, can you explain it to me?"

"Of course, but it's an extremely dull story."

Trelawney nodded, took a sip of milk, and then said again: "This is a story of three women and a man, cluck~~"

Voldemort rubbed his forehead to hide the helplessness on his face.

I have to say that sometimes Trelawney looks like she has a mental problem.

"Let me keep it simple."

Trelawney, who had had enough laughs, said, "Three women went to the Fountain of Good Luck to change their fate, and so did the man, and then they went through hardships and hardships. You know, that's what is written in those story books."

Voldemort nodded, indicating that he would not care about these details.

"Finally they found the fountain of good luck, drank the spring water, and got happiness, cluck~~~"

Trelawney, who laughed again for a while, looked at Voldemort, widened her eyes and said, "Guess what?"

The thoughtless questioning made Voldemort feel that Trelawney's ability to tell stories was far worse than that of Dumbledore.

"How is it?" Voldemort asked, matching Trelawney's performance.

"That spring water is actually an ordinary spring water, hehe~~~"

Trelawney laughed, and Voldemort felt a little dizzy.

"What does that mean, Professor?"

"It represents that fate must be changed by itself. Children, those who change fate have light in their body."

After Trelawney finished speaking, she picked up the cake and took a big bite.

Voldemort was silent for a moment, then asked again: "White light, or red?"

"Clap."

The cake in Trelawney's hands fell on the table, but she didn't care about the cake, but stared at Voldemort with wide eyes.

"Have you seen the light?" Her excited voice changed its tone.

"Uh... Occasionally, but not most of the time." Voldemort lied.

"Can you really see it?"

Trelawney came to Voldemort's side in surprise, and held Voldemort's shoulders with hands stained with cake.

Those big eyes were full of surprises.

"I... seem to be able to, professor, is this amazing?"

"Of course it's amazing."

Trelawney seemed to have completely woken up from a hangover. She ran into her office with a "thud thud thump" and walked out holding a heavy magic book not long after.

"Boom."

The bulk of the tome fell on the desk, raising a handful of dust, floating in the bright morning light.

Voldemort looked at the title of the book:
[Cassandra's Prophet Notes]

"Cassandra?" Voldemort asked suspiciously, "Mr. Cassandra Trelawney the Prophet?"

"Yes, my Xuanzu."

As Trelawney said, she flipped through the books, looking for something quickly.

Voldemort watched Trelawney, who was almost insane, thinking that this trip was the right one.

(End of this chapter)