Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

Sybill Trelawney is a descendant of the famous fortune teller Cassandra Trelawney.

Cassandra Trelawney is said to be cursed by Apollo: her predictions are accurate, but no one believes them.

And Sybill, the crazy and weird female professor, is a "big boss" who is not a big boss in the world of Harry Potter.

Why does Shaw attach so much importance to Sybill's predictions?

If there were no Grindelwald's monster in advance.

After all, strictly speaking, the outline of Harry Potter's story is basically the story of Sybill's predictions.

The content of the prophecy is roughly like this.

"The one who has the power to conquer the Dark Lord is approaching."

Born in a family that has defeated the Dark Lord three times, born in the seventh month, the Dark Lord marked him as his rival.

But he has a power that the Dark Lord does not understand, and one must die at the hands of the other, because both cannot live, and only one can survive.

The one who has the power to conquer the Dark Lord will be born at the end of the seventh month. 》

And it is such an ambiguous prophecy that indirectly and directly determines the pessimism of many people.

The prophecy points to one of Harry and Neville.

Although Dumbledore believed and followed the prophecy to guide Harry, at the end of the story, Neville killed the snake-shaped Horcrux with the sword of Gryffindor, allowing Harry to kill Voldemort.

It is really hard to say who the Dark Lord marked.

If this prophecy is not convincing enough, then all the intentional and unintentional prophecies made by Sybil in the book are not wrong, but will be presented in an unimaginable way.

For example: Around Easter, one of us will leave us forever. This is a prophecy about Hermione leaving the Divination class.

The thing you fear most will happen on Friday, October 16. This is a prophecy of the death of Lavender's beloved pet.

Thirteen people eat together, and the first person to stand up after the meal will be the first to die. At that time, the first person to stand up was Dumbledore. Later, the professor used Tarot cards to predict Dumbledore's death again, and even predicted the location.

Such prophecies, as well as predictions of Voldemort's return, etc. .

Sybil's mouth is like a cheat, and all of them are accurate. Isn't this scary enough?

This is also the reason why Shaw has never deliberately touched this professor in the more than two years since he came to Hogwarts.

What if the other party said that someone around you is going to die, how uncomfortable would Shaw be?

So Shaw has a bit of the meaning of not being able to provoke or hide.

But after all his calculations, Shaw still didn't expect that this divination professor would go to find the ring Horcrux based on such an outrageous thing as "the great-grandfather's dream".

Then he heard half of the prophecy. Who would believe that this was not the "arrangement" of the prophecy?

For prophecies, either you don't listen, or you want to listen to the whole thing.

Voldemort only listened to half of it, and then he was like a demon and committed all kinds of suicide.

Even after resurrection, his heart was scratched like a cat, and he wanted to steal the prophecy crystal ball every day, and he wanted to have a one-on-one duel with Harry every time.

On the sofa, Sybil was a little scared by Shaw's increasingly hostile gaze, and now she recognized that the man opposite was Shaw.

She was no longer afraid slowly, and after the fear faded, the severe pain in her right hand occupied her brain.

But Sybil, a charlatan, was the best at putting on airs and self-packaging, and the higher the status of the person, the better she would pretend.

Although she also underestimated her own gift of prophecy, she always put on airs to cover up her "guilty conscience".

She endured the pain and straightened her back, mumbling something to tease Shaw first.

"I know you, Shaw Black, can you send me to St. Mungo's?

As a noble and elegant noble, you should know how to respect your teacher. If you violate it, you will be..."

Shaw's scalp tightened, and he didn't dare to let the other party finish. He waved the wand in his hand, and Sybil's mouth was sealed.

"Woo woo woo woo."

Sybil didn't expect Shaw to start fighting immediately. The calmness she had just felt disappeared immediately, and she curled up in a corner of the sofa.

Shaw didn't want to bother with this kind of person who was as good-mouthed as a "crow's mouth", so he threw out a piece of parchment.

"Write down the prophecy you just left unfinished at the old house of Gaunt on paper, if you dare to say you can't remember it?

Hmph, did you see your withered right palm? That is Voldemort's super curse. In this world, except Voldemort, only I can save you."

Sybil looked at her right hand in horror, then at Shaw, and tremblingly picked up the pen to write the prophecy on the parchment.

But after a long while, she still couldn't write a word, and she was about to cry in anxiety.

This person was originally thin and ugly, dressed weirdly, and now his facial features were twisted together, making him even uglier.Shaw looked at the still blank parchment with some disappointment, his fists creaked, the worst case scenario still happened.

It was expected. The prophecies made by the other party in a daze, although the content was more accurate and richer, were always forgotten when they woke up.

Although the first half of Sibyl's prophecy at the old house of Gaunt had a bad result, it seemed that there was nothing bad about him.

Shaw was afraid that there would be a twist in the second half! I was afraid that after dawn, thunder would fall or something.

Sibyl had a depressed face and finally wrote on the parchment.

"I really don't remember, and I didn't know that the old house in the wilderness belonged to the Gaunt family. I just followed the instructions of my great-grandfather to find it."

Shaw's eyes condensed slightly, he sighed, took out the painkiller from the ring and put it on the coffee table, and said in a serious tone.

"Professor, I believe in your ability to predict. I will let you go back today.

Go back and have a good rest. If you can't think of it, think about it slowly. Whether you use teacup residue for divination or look at the crystal ball, you must give me a prophecy about dawn and thunder.

This is a painkiller. Drink it and go back. You don't have to go to St. Mungo's.

You are cursed by Voldemort. No one can save you except me. Do you understand what I mean? Take the real prophecy in exchange for your life.

Dare to fool me, you can only die!"

Sybil was so scared by Shaw's increasingly stern tone that she couldn't feel the pain in her palm.

This female professor's personality is not pleasing in school. She has a bad relationship with students and professors.

Sybil usually doesn't care about real things and gossip. She drinks all day in her small building.

My impression of Shaw is that I have only seen him from a distance a few times. I only think that he is a gentle, polite and elegant student.

I didn't expect this person to be so scary.

Sybil didn't dare to say more. She picked up the potion, stood up tremblingly, and walked out of the house.

"Professor, you can ask the principal to help you look at your palm to confirm whether what I said is correct, but it's best not to disclose what happened today."

Before Sybil left, Shaw's instructions came from behind, directly revealing her little thoughts.

Her body trembled again involuntarily, and her steps couldn't help but speed up a bit. She just wanted to escape from here first.

Shaw sat down on the sofa and rubbed his eyebrows with his hand. This was a habit he had developed recently.

Although his strength and power were getting higher and higher, he had more and more worries and troubles.

At this time, Snape walked out of the bedroom and sat down next to Shaw, his eyes full of disgust, and said indifferently.

"You'd better not believe Sybil's tricks, it will hurt others and yourself."