Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 127 Unreliable Prophecy and Analysis

"How do you know that name!" Dumbledore's half-crescent glasses flickered brightly.

Firenze was a little nervous looking at this smiling face.

"I heard it from Hagrid..."

"Why do you pay attention to such a first-year little wizard and want to contact him?"

Following this question, Firenze's expression became tense. He looked at Bain and Ronan in the deep forest behind him, and turned around a few times uneasily.

Turning his back to the two of Dumbledore, he turned to Baine, and Ronan communicated with each other in the unique language of the centaur.

The language of the centaur comes from the lungs and throat, so it is dull and hoarse. It seems to be the neighing of a horse and the roar of a tiger.

——The key Firenze thinks that Dumbledore and Snape don't understand.

After communicating with Bain and Ronan in this language for a while, he said to Dumbledore, "I will tell you the reason, but you must let us meet with McGuffin as soon as possible..."

After seeing Dumbledore nod his head, Firenze thought about where to start.

"The fate of the stars has been disturbed frequently since the beginning of Hogwarts this year. Although some major trends have not changed, the revelations given to us by the stars are becoming more and more vague and changeable... There are even two completely different astrological signs in the first half of the night and the second half of the night... For example, tonight, it turns out that the unicorn will encounter a life-and-death crisis..."

"You know it too! Albus Dumbledore, it's hard to change this kind of thing in the face of life and death...but now...you see...it's easy to rely on two little first-year wizards to save his life..."

"In the recorded history of astrology in the past hundred years, there has never been such a thing. Even we Centaurs have made mistakes and misunderstood the stars of destiny, but this kind of thing... can no longer be explained by a 'misunderstanding' or 'incomprehension'..."

"During the entire semester of this year, we have been trying to figure out what happened? Until not long ago, the Hydra constellation showed a change, and the Hydra star was shining red, and connected end to end like ouroboros... pointed out to us that he is a newly recruited wizard of Gryffindor..."

"Later, we changed the period according to the constellation prophecy, and corresponded one-to-one with what happened in Hogwarts during this period. After asking Hagrid, we deduced that he was MacGuffin Albert..."

"It's this little wizard who messed up the fate of the stars..."

"Albus Dumbledore, the great wizard...We Centaurs must learn from this little wizard what happened to the fate of the stars...Why can he interfere with fate...?"

"I hope you will abide by our agreement..."

Firenze patted his chest three times, bowed slightly and performed a special etiquette, expressing respect for Dumbledore and the determination of their centaurs.

"Okay! You can meet with Albert McGuffin...but you have to wait until a week after the exam, and Snape or I must be there to ensure the safety of this little wizard..."

After getting a positive response from Dumbledore, Firenze left happily. Even Bane, who was originally angry, changed his expression (became calm), and left with Ronan.

Seeing the expressions of several people, Dumbledore asked Snape thoughtfully.

"The centaurs even did not hesitate to violate the fate oath they have always kept - to interfere with the fate of a unicorn and get it out of danger, so as to get in touch with McGuffin Albert... And judging from the situation, it was not the young centaur's decision alone. Although the other centaurs disapproved, they were happy to see it depending on the situation..."

"Just to meet a first-year little wizard! It seems that it is really the same as what the horse people said. Could it be that the fate of the stars that has not changed for thousands of years will be disturbed by a first-year little wizard?"

"What do you think of the matter, Snape?"

"How do I know?...Maybe McGuffin Albert was born with some kind of crazy prophecy, who knows what's wrong with that little lunatic? Anyway, it's not surprising that he is involved in anything..." No matter some kind of prophecy or McGuffin, both of them disgusted Snape, and he told Dumbledore his views on these two things.

"Only idiots believe in those vague prophecies. Both the positive and the negative are let those liars (divinators) say it. No matter what the result is, there will always be a set of statements that will make sense in the end..."

He thought of the prophecy he heard 11 years ago, and he couldn't help feeling more resentful, and his words were full of contempt.

Over the years, Snape had thought about that prophecy carefully, studying the famous prophecies in the history of the legends.

He found that all prophecies have two characteristics, one is unreliable, and the other is ambiguous.

——Any prophecy can be interpreted by anyone into any situation, and there is always one that will correspond to the result that will happen in the future.

It can be said that the prophecy was originally a lie told by some deceitful people for the sake of profit and reputation.

What's more, during these years, he carefully observed and studied the witch who made this prophecy—Professor Sybill Trelawney.

This further confirmed my guess that she was an ignorant liar with a lot of dirty words.

—No real ability at all!

The thought that he had killed Lily with a liar's lie made Snape miserable.

But Dumbledore was right.
——The Dark Lord will make a comeback one day, and he will not let Harry go at that time, and Harry will fight against the Dark Lord one day.

It's just the difference of sooner or later.

Maybe...letting Harry adapt to this kind of life earlier, knowing what he will face in the future, can also allow him to prepare in advance.

After listening to Snape's views on the prophecy, Dumbledore did not answer, but fell into deep thought.

He recalled two of the most famous prophecies in recent magical history that he had personally experienced.

That was five or sixty years ago, during the World War of Magic.

One was about the Muggle Wars and the other was about his own family.

Both of these are closely related to his once close friend, Grindelwald.

Compared to himself, he is an outstanding fortune teller. He thinks he has seen through all the truths of the world, mastered the future through prophecy, and is determined to change the world.

He thought he could decide his fate...

——Unexpectedly, it was fate playing tricks on him in the end.

Since then, Dumbledore has secretly studied things like prophecy, learning how those divination masters in history dealt with prophecy.

Until 11 years ago, Sybill Trelawney found herself giving that prophecy.

— about the language of Destiny's Child and the Dark Lord born in July.

In an instant he knew what to do based on years of experience and what he knew.

——Continuously increase the weight, let it be biased towards its own advantage, and wait quietly for the fate to start turning, it will push towards the most likely trend until the final realization of the prophecy.

Looking at Snape's indignation, Dumbledore could also guess why he thought so.

He was resenting himself, thinking that he was deceived by an unreliable lie and killed Lily... From 11 years ago until now, his heart has been full of resentment.

Dumbledore felt that maybe he should say something to Snape, "Snape, prophecy is indeed a kind of magic, and it can even be said to be the oldest magic that exists in almost every civilization and has hardly changed until now..."

"It's true that it's always ambiguous because it's the future, and the future is inherently ambiguous."

"No one can decide the future, because we are all a part of some future, we just choose the possibility of leading to one of them."

"Our present choices determine our future, and sadly, our choices are always influenced by the past... This makes prophecy often unfathomable, ineffable... because we are already in it..."

"If we want to promote the realization of the prophecy in our own way, we must take an overview of the overall situation, establish advantages, and be prepared to make some sacrifices... Otherwise, we will follow the trend after all..."

"As for the little wizard McGuffin Albert, he is both talented and very different from us. He always makes unexpected choices... Maybe this makes the centaur's prophecy inaccurate?" Dumbledore said speculatively.

Snape scoffed at this statement, he sneered a few times, and did not agree with these vague words.

After he left Dumbledore's side, he angrily drove the dangerous creatures that were frightened and ran near Hogwarts Castle back into the Forbidden Forest.

(Animals startled by the sound of a MacGuffin rocket broom 'exploding')
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"It hurts, it hurts!...Ah!" McGuffin screamed again and again.

When Harry sneezed, had a snot, trembled, and Hermione, and a slightly dazed Neville, walked back to the common room through the portrait passage.

I saw Professor McGonagall wearing a patterned plaid pajamas, grabbing McGuffin's ears fiercely.

"How did I tell you not to use this thing in school, MacGuffin Albert, that experimental product is very dangerous, do you know that Harry Potter almost fell to his death because of your thing tonight?...Did it blow up?"

"Harry, are they all right?" McGuffin's voice was full of fear.

"It's a good thing there's nothing wrong...otherwise you'd have been fired."

She angrily taught Albert a lesson, while Ron hid in a corner and tried to shrink his sense of existence.

"Professor McGonagall, take it easy, take it easy, am I a little worried about Harry?..." At this moment, McGuffin saw Harry coming back, and hurriedly called out very shamelessly, "Harry, Hermione...help me talk, is the toy broom I gave you useful..."

Professor McGonagall turned around, and she saw the few people who had just entered with a gloomy face.

Harry felt bad.

—McGuffin you bastard! !

Sure enough, as he expected.

—Professor McGonagall turned fire.

A few of them, especially Harry, stared blankly and their minds went blank.

—Are points deducted again?Harry thought with a shudder.

After a while, Professor McGonagall paused.

"I hope you don't bother me any more during this semester. Especially after you MacGuffin Albert, you can no longer make your rocket broom in private. All the experiments and refinements related to making brooms must be carried out in front of me, and all brooms made must be kept by me..."

"So we won't be deducted points?" Seeing that Professor McGonagall was about to leave, she had been silent and asked Hermione, who was worried and frightened. (This made Harry angrily tap Hermione's pant leg with his hand in front of him - what's the matter!)

"No! Miss Hermione Granger. After all, we don't have such rules - McGuffin is not allowed to take the broom made by himself outside the Forbidden Forest, or Harry is not allowed to ride this kind of broom in the Forbidden Forest... There are no these two school rules. And although I don't agree with your recklessness, you bravely saved a unicorn after all... But because you are in the closed punishment period, you will not be rewarded or punished..."

Hearing that no points were deducted, Hermione's tightly pursed lips finally relaxed.

After Professor McGonagall left, Harry gave Ron a wink, and McGuffin coaxed Neville back into the dormitory to sleep.

In the entire dark common room, there were only four of them now.

Harry, Hermione can relax and talk about what happened in the forest just now.

Some, especially Harry, moved the armchairs to the fire to warm themselves.He was still shivering, but the congestion was much better, and it wasn't so uncomfortable.

Harry and Hermione tell what happened to them.

When Hermione told a few people what Firenze said 'there is a man who is half-dead and lingering, a man who is revived even if he is deeply cursed, and is ready to take the Philosopher's Stone so that he can make a comeback again'

Harry immediately thought of Hagrid's description of Voldemort to himself.

"—is it Voldemort? Everything is connected..."

"...Snape wants to get the Sorcerer's Stone for Voldemort... The man I met tonight may be Voldemort... He has lost his power now, and is trying to use the blood of a unicorn in the Forbidden Forest to temporarily restore his vitality..."

"McGuffin... I remember you seem to have said that Sneh was once a Death Eater, a minion of Voldemort..."

"Yeah, that's it...it's all connected..."

Harry became more and more excited as he spoke, and stood up straight away, striding back and forth in front of the fire.

And Ron shuddered at the name, looking around as if Voldemort could hear it.Hermione was also terrified at the thought that she almost met the most dangerous dark wizard criminal in modern times tonight.

As for the MacGuffin - he was yawning with his hands over his mouth.

——This is purely a model of analyzing two hundred and five in one meal!
It's a pity that he himself can't spoil a few people.

But thanks to the unicorn's survival tonight, Voldemort is not revived now, which is much easier.

Just wait until the exam is over and let Harry confuse Quirrell.

McGuffin was planning in his heart happily.

"Bane won't let Firenze interfere with fate... Does it mean that I will be attacked by Voldemort like the unicorn tonight... That is my fate as originally shown by the stars..."

"Harry...don't say that name...don't say it!" Ron pleaded tremblingly.

"The centaur Firenze let Hermione come to rescue me, reminded me to trust the rocket broom, speed up to kill the unicorn, and then brought Hermione there again... Fortunately, McGuffin prepared the broom and the big dung for us in advance... This made us escape to our lives, frightened Voldemort away... saved the life of the unicorn..." Harry ignored it, and there was a feeling in his heart that drove him to stop, and he must continue to speak stubbornly.

Hermione comforted Harry and said, "You don't have to worry, Harry! Didn't people say that the You-Know-Who is afraid of Dumbledore? As long as he is the headmaster here for one day, Voldemort will not dare to enter the castle... and the unicorn blood thing... Harry, didn't you destroy it? The You-Know-Who didn't recover his vitality and mana... Don't worry so much, Harry! And maybe Voldemort only came to the Forbidden Forest temporarily tonight...Is it McGuffin, don't you often go to the Forbidden Forest?"

"Huh? ... Oh! ... Mmm! That's right!"

McGuffin was really sleepy, and he was really not interested in the result-oriented deduction of the three of them, and it was hard to leave, so he had to doze off bit by bit, half asleep and half awake.

Until Hermione asked himself, he shuddered, stood up, and hurriedly repeated three times to show that he was not asleep.

Seeing McGuffin like this, the other three had black lines on their faces and were speechless.

However, this also reminded a few people that the sky outside had begun to light up slightly, and it was getting late.

Finally, the few of them lay back on their beds exhausted and fell into a deep sleep.

(End of this chapter)