Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 369 Dumbledore's Shock

"Professor McGonagall! Professor McGonagall!"

Dumbledore yelled again and again before she woke up.

Professor McGonagall shook his head, as if trying to shake the outrageous thoughts out of his head.

After barely waking up, she questioned the three Dumbledores about the situation,

"Professor, what are you?"

She looked back and forth between the three of them, very curious.

Dumbledore sighed softly, "Okay! Okay!"

"I see what you and Professor Snape mean. Are you wondering why Professor Trelawney is acting like that?"

Professor McGonagall nodded hesitantly, and Snape stood in the distance with a cold face and remained silent.

"Can you explain, Sybil!"

"Just in time to let them hear the prophecy about Voldemort that you just foresaw?"

Dumbledore took extra care to 'emphasize' something about Voldemort's prophecy.

Professor McGonagall was immediately attracted to the name Voldemort.

"As I said earlier in the Great Hall, people are terrified of not being able to understand what they don't understand, whether Muggles or wizards."

"Especially regarding the enlightenment of fate, from the Middle Ages to the present... The tragic fate of many fortune tellers tells us one thing. No one wants to hear the unmistakable truth, especially about things that are unknown to the future."

"And once you know the future, it will make the inevitable fate come."

Trelawney said calmly, taking over from Dumbledore.

Although Professor McGonagall had expected it, he still couldn't get used to seeing this nagging divination professor solemnly wiping his ridiculous glasses and saying this to himself.

"I can understand Trelawney, you pretend to avoid those dark wizards who believe in divination, but I never believe in divination, prophecy, fate and the like."

"The limit of our possession of magic itself determines that wizards cannot touch the future. You should know what kind of impact it will have on the future as long as our current actions are slightly changed."

"For example, if we slightly change the past, how much impact it will have on our present world—[Heloise Mintab's time-turner incident] You should all know!"

Professor McGonagall retorted calmly.

"She stayed in the fourteenth century for five days. When she came back, she not only let her body go through five centuries, but also caused 25 of her descendants to disappear. Besides, who knows how many other things have been changed by her?"

"Professor Trelawney, tell me, how can this incident be foreshadowed, it doesn't make sense at all logically, doesn't it?"

"Since the past and the present can be changed, the future can also be affected by our complex and changeable actions at any time... So I always think that divination is just a liar's lie!"

"You!" Trelawney sneered, "A foolish person always can't tell the difference between fate and the future..."

"It is true that any of our actions now, whether complex or simple, will cause a deviation of thousands of miles in the future. But comparing time to a long river, our choices are like sailing a boat. Although there seem to be many choices, we will always go in one direction. Fate is the reef that crosses the river, or the waterfall that breaks in front, which is always unavoidable."

"Divination and prophecy are just for us to see the crisis before us!"

"What's the use of that?"

"You can jump off the ship and escape if you have time!" Trelawney said impatiently.

"It's getting late, let's stop arguing about the subject of divination." Dumbledore stopped the meaningless quarrel between the two.

"Sybil, continue with the prophecy just now."

"Oh!" Trelawney said calmly and indifferently, staring at several people.

"—on a full moon night next year, the Dark Lord will rise again with the help of his servants, stronger and more terrifying than ever before. After that night, the servant who has been imprisoned for twelve years will break free from his chains and find his master again—"

Dumbledore didn't react much.

But Professor McGonagall, especially Snape, couldn't even stand still after hearing this.

They all staggered in fright and almost fell to the ground.

The two pulled up chairs and sat in front of Dumbledore. After a while, they looked at each other and said hoarsely, "I don't believe this!"

"How is that possible for the Dark Lord? Professor Dumbledore, didn't you say that he was alive in a black forest?" Professor McGonagall asked.

Snape stared at everyone in this office coldly, thinking about all this in his mind,
'Is this what Dumbledore wanted to discuss with Trelawney earlier?From the perspective of the prophecy 11 years ago, the credibility of this matter is very high.But I always feel that these two people are still hiding something, just like Dumbledore often does, only revealing part of the secret to others, and temporarily hiding the most important and biggest secret...'

However, Snape himself couldn't figure out what secret could be more sensational than this news.

"If... if this is true, what are we going to do?"

"Who is that servant? Is it Sirius Black? No, Black has already escaped from Azkaban..."

Professor McGonagall didn't care whether he believed the prophecy. Even if there was a one in ten thousand possibility, what Trelawney revealed was enough to cause an uproar in the wizarding world.

But Trelawney and Dumbledore both looked calm. Talking about this topic just now was like talking about whether the weather is good or what is today's dinner.

"Albus, don't we do something?" Professor McGonagall said in a trembling voice, "Now that we know..."

Trelawney grinned sarcastically, but said nothing.

Dumbledore raised his head and said, "Dear Minerva, we don't know when, or who and where it happened, and there's no way to stop it."

"What's more, as Sybill said before, the trajectory of fate has already been drawn, and we can't change anything. Even if we presumptuously prevent a servant from escaping and help Voldemort, who knows if we have prompted another servant to escape to help Voldemort's rebirth."

"Professor McGonagall, you also know the influence of that man in the wizarding world! There are not a few young wizards who are confused by his power-driven everything and pure-blood supremacy."

"Professor!" Professor McGonagall shouted anxiously.

"Don't worry, Professor McGonagall!" Dumbledore said after thinking deeply, "Voldemort will return eventually, this is an inevitable thing."

"Twelve years ago, Voldemort - he just disappeared, not died. This is not only you and me... All wizards actually know it clearly in their hearts."

"And a dark wizard with strong mana like him will always find a way to bring himself back."

Professor McGonagall shivered, but apparently Dumbledore didn't pay attention. His eyes seemed to pass through the bodies of several people, through castles, mountains, and cities, as if he saw Voldemort who was constantly accumulating strength.

"Professor, I know that you are not afraid. Not everyone can call the Dark Lord by his name without fear. This incident will cause an earthquake. If it weren't for your guarantee... I wouldn't believe a single word."

Professor McGonagall looked at the expressions of Snape and the three of them so convinced of this prophecy, she suddenly realized that there were some things she didn't know.

After Snape regained his composure, he spoke for the first time, "So, what can we do? Dumbledore, you are suddenly willing to tell us about this. You must have something to say, don't you?"

"Ok!"

"For 11 years, I have been trying to figure out why Voldemort survived that night. Last year, I finally discovered the secret of his immortality."

Snape looked up at Dumbledore, knowing what the old bee was going to say.

Dumbledore took out the old diary from the drawer under the desk.

Professor McGonagall took a closer look and found that he was the only one curious.

It seemed that the other two knew what it was, which made her a little discouraged.

"What's this?"

"Horcrux! One of Voldemort's soul fragments, thanks to the heroic and fearless actions of McGuffin and Harry last year, I got it intact and let me know the truth of the matter."

"Horcruxes? Are those Voldemort's?"

"Well, but now I have temporarily sealed it, so as not to confuse others again."

Dumbledore handed the diary to Professor McGonagall, and continued, "Now I know that Voldemort has split his soul at least three times, and there is at least one Horcrux left in Hogwarts... But Professor Snape and I couldn't find it. I hope Professor McGonagall can help us!"

Professor McGonagall held the notebook tremblingly.

After half a day, I finally flipped through it lightly, using my magic power to carefully stimulate this thing and observe its reaction.

Sure enough, an ominous and dark magic power surged inside.

She threw it back on the desk and gasped.

"Big Four, how could he survive such a dangerous magic ritual! And more than once, it split his own soul!"

"We can only guess," said Dumbledore, "perhaps we shall never know."

"Don't be so depressed. Now we have the advantage. After all, Voldemort has not returned, and we can start preparing to face Voldemort in advance, pay attention to those wizards who have courage and confrontation, and beware of the dark forces that followed him before. In addition..."

"Professor McGonagall, I want you and Snape to pay special attention to the little wizard McGuffin Albert in school!"

"I think you also know that he has Voldemort's magic to create an evil army...I'm afraid he won't let this little wizard go so easily after he comes back."

Snape interrupted Dumbledore and said coldly. "Have you realized at last? Dumbledore!"

"This little wizard is very good at understanding dark witchcraft. As I said the year before last, this is probably another Dark Lord."

"Can't you explain the curse [Summon Nightmare]? That thing is undoubtedly a curse with the nature of an unforgivable curse."

"If you ask me, his soul has been completely twisted and corrupted."

Snape whispered sternly. "We should monitor this little wizard more closely, such as casting a [Tracking Curse] on him."

"Professor Snape!" Professor McGonagall shouted seriously.

"Don't draw conclusions like that. People's thoughts and hearts are the highest and most unbreakable boundaries of magic. Remembrance, Veritaserum, and all kinds of external manifestations of magic can't read a person's beliefs and soul at all."

"Snape, believe me... one day, we will be pleasantly surprised by believing in this little wizard."

"Believe it!?—Hmph!"

"We'll see! Let's see who is right in the end." Snape turned and left angrily.

After that, Professor McGonagall also left with his own confused thoughts.

Here again Dumbledore and Sybill Trelawney were left sitting in armchairs, looking at each other.

Then Dumbledore waved his wand directly, sealed the door again with magic, and said to Professor Trelawney,

"Then, let's start again! Sybil...what the hell did you see!"

Professor Trelawney who had calmed down once again fell into that panicked look, as if she would fall into uncontrollable fear as soon as she recalled that memory.

She didn't talk to her, and slowly picked up the silver cigarette from the table, and put it to her mouth, gently pinching it.

With her heavy, slow breath,
A stream of silvery white smoke began to flow in the room.

The silver mist gently swayed, and the bookshelves, tables and chairs, and magical alchemy items in the room began to blur, and gradually collapsed into fragments, faded in color, and turned into black and white.

And recompose a new room.

Although the general structure of the room has not changed, it can be seen that this is still the original headmaster's office in Hogwarts Castle, but it is not at all like a wizard's headmaster's room.

While Dumbledore was observing carefully, the scene shattered again, and the whole space began to fall rapidly, as if they were flying across the sky.

"This is?" Dumbledore couldn't contain his surprise.

"Look carefully! Albus, I can't show you one more time." Trelawney said weakly from the side.

The professor leaned down and looked down, at his feet was a brightly lit Muggle city, and a statue of a goddess holding a bronze torch was very obvious in the dark night.

"New York?"

Before Dumbledore took a closer look, he saw a gigantic figure gliding across the sea, and then a tentacle as thick as a skyscraper not far away surged into a tsunami, rushed out of the water and swept across the bronze statue, cutting it in half.

The statue of the goddess hit the ground with an extremely heavy impact sound.

Then a tsunami hit, flooding the entire city.

After that, in the night, countless monsters jumped out of the sea, hunting everything in the dark night and bright lights.

The city... finally sank into the sea under the shadow of unspeakable terrifying monsters and the screams of countless Muggle wizards.

— Dumbledore had never seen such a thing.

(End of this chapter)