Hogwarts: Don’t panic, Old Deng, I won’t be the Dark Lord

Professor McGonagall took the Grangers on a tour of Hogwarts, while Sisley and Hermione followed behind.

"What's wrong with your eyes?" Hermione asked quietly.

"Magic." Sisley said, winking at Hermione.

"What kind of magic am I asking about?" Hermione curled her lips and said.

"I want to know." Sisley raised his eyebrows and said.

"Yeah." Hermione nodded quickly.

"Secret." Sisley said and walked forward, leaving Hermione behind.

"This guy." Hermione said speechlessly as she looked at Sisley running ahead with her half-moon eyes open.

Sisley really did not intend to tell Hermione the secret of his prophet, or even anyone except Dumbledore.

It's very simple. If one person knows that another person's friend can predict the future, then the friendship between the two people is basically over.

The only people who can truly regard a prophet as a friend are a wise man who is smart enough and a fool who is stupid enough.

For others, no matter how pleasant it is to be with a prophet, it is an elaborate conspiracy and there is no friendship.

"It seems that except for the wise teacher, this secret of mine will be kept in my belly for the time being." Sisley thought quietly in his heart.

Sisley returned home and lay on the bed. The more he thought about it, the more something was wrong: "Is Hermione really just a middle-aged girl? It stands to reason that she is already smart enough and has a wisdom that is difficult for ordinary people to possess."

Do we really want to keep this secret from her? Can you really hide it? Will she understand me?

Sisley lay on the bed tossing and turning, and as soon as he closed his eyes these questions came to mind.

"How about looking at the future and seeing if she will understand me." Sisley murmured with a deep breath.

............

"Why is this not allowed?" Sisley sat up suddenly and said dullly, holding his shoulders.

After getting up, Sisley did not continue to lie down, but went to the kitchen downstairs to get some snacks and two glasses of milk, then floated next to Sisley and returned to the bedroom with him.

"I never thought that the prophet would still fail." Sisley opened the door and waved his hand, and a glass of milk and snacks flew in.

"Thanks for the treat." Dumbledore held the cup and took a sip.

"I went to ask a prophet friend, and he said that you must be very confused now, and most likely can't sleep. Let me come over and enlighten you." Dumbledore said with a wink.

"Is that the gentleman in the tower?" Sisley asked.

"Yes, tell me what you don't understand." Dumbledore asked with a smile.

"I just tried to peek into the future, but the future is not accurate. There are many endings. This prophet's talent does not seem to be that accurate." Sisley spread his hands and said.

"Isn't this good? If all events have an unchangeable ending, doesn't it prove that our lives are designed?" Dumbledore replied.

"It's also possible that the soul told me... the world we live in is a book called [Harry Potter]." Sisley said with a wry smile.

"Then what? If we are really characters in a book, why was he defeated by you? Why didn't he see you in that book? The so-called books are, at best, just information about our world in another way It happened to be inside the head of an author.”

"The author is just a narrator and cannot determine our destiny."

"Each of us is the master of our own destiny. No one can decide your destiny or mine. You use your prophetic talent to spy on your own future, but even you yourself have not figured out how to go on in the future. Of course you can't see The exact result has been reached." Dumbledore said and took a sip of milk from the glass to moisten his throat.

"There is another question. I don't know if I should tell Hermione about my talent. I'm afraid that if she knows about my talent, she will be afraid of me." Sisley sighed and said.

"Then why didn't you hide it from me?" Dumbledore asked.

"I think you are a wise man, you can see the essence through the phenomenon, and Hermione, I do not deny her intelligence, but she is only 11 years old after all." Sisley said.

"You are only 11 years old." Dumbledore said.

"I think I'm more mature than Hermione," Sisley said.

"Yes, but only a few." Dumbledore smiled.

"Teacher, I'm here to ask for help." Sisley curled his lips and said.

"Well, my take is, be honest."

"Miss Granger is much more outstanding than you think. She may be just a charmer in your eyes, but that's just a fan of the authorities."

"And in the eyes of me, an onlooker, Miss Granger deserves to be called a wise person, not only because of her intelligence and studiousness, but also because of her true wisdom that is overshadowed by her intelligence and studiousness." Dumbledore said, patting him. Sisley's shoulders.

............

"Teacher..."

"Ok?"

"I love you so much!"

"That's not necessary. What you said gave me goosebumps." After Dumbledore finished speaking, his figure instantly twisted and disappeared.

Sisley finally stopped internalizing himself, and within two seconds of lying on the bed, he began to breathe evenly.

.........

"Hermione! Come here!" Sisley stood on the balcony and shouted towards Hermione who was building a snowman in the yard next door.

"What's the matter?" Hermione looked up and asked.

"To answer one of your questions." Sisley said and left the balcony.

"Could it be his eyes?" Hermione rubbed her hands excitedly and walked towards Sisley's house.

Hermione had just stood in front of Sisley's house and before she had time to ring the doorbell, Sisley opened the door and pulled Hermione in.

"Is it your eyes? Have you decided to tell me?" Hermione asked quickly.

"Well, yesterday in the teacher's office, in my body, I fought with a special soul. I won, he died, and I got the spoils, a talent, you guessed it." Sisley sold Guanzi said.

"Talent? Is it related to magic?" Hermione asked.

"So." Sisley nodded.

"That's too much. It'll be dark if I tell you all." Hermione said speechlessly.

"The gift of prophecy can also be called predicting the future." Sisley said with a smile.

"Predict the future!!! Prophet!!!"

Sisley rubbed his ears, then pinched Hermione's face hard and complained: "Don't be so surprised in the future, it's scary."

"Aren't you a prophet? Will you be scared too?" Hermione asked doubtfully.

"Except for predicting danger, I don't plan to use this talent often. After all, it will save a lot of surprises in life." Sisley said with a wink.