Study Days at Hogwarts

  Chapter 496 Prophecy about the Chamber of Secrets

   "You really mail order a toilet seat?"

Lee Jordan, who was eating grilled sausage, looked sideways at the package dropped by the owl, and looked up at Fred and George in disbelief. He thought they were just joking, but he actually ordered a toilet seat by mail. Going to give it to Harry as a visiting gift.

   "Of course it's true, when did you see us tell a lie."

  Fred and George looked at each other, and looked in the direction of the Slytherin table with malicious intentions.

   "Don't you want to do it again!"

  Lee Jordan followed the Weasley twins' line of sight, and Malfoy was still in a trance because of what happened yesterday.

"No, no, we just want to impress him." Both of them smiled maliciously, looked at Albert and said, "Give me a few more bowel cleansing pills, the one you gave last time has already been used Empty."

"No, the one I gave you last time is already the last one." Albert closed the letter, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, sighed helplessly, and reminded: "It's easy to do that kind of thing too much." Someone got caught."

   "Well, lucky that guy," George grumbled.

   "We are going to visit Harry later, do you want to go together?" Fred pointed to the toilet seat and asked, "By the way, make up for the doctor's gift."

   "Well, let's go together, it just happens to be on the way." Albert did not refuse.

  After breakfast, the four of them went to the school hospital together, Madam Pomfrey only gave them five minutes to visit the hospital.

  Harry fell into a deep sleep on the hospital bed, showing no signs of waking up.

   On the table next to the hospital bed was a hill of candy, presumably gifts from Harry's friends and admirers.

   "Heroes and saviors are really cheap." Albert couldn't help but sighed: "It's not easy for Potter."

   After finishing speaking, he flicked his magic wand and conjured a bouquet of yellow chrysanthemums out of thin air, replacing the carnations in the vase.

   "Why do you say that." George asked puzzled.

   Albert smiled without saying a word.

   "You always like to say some inexplicable things." Fred began to unwrap the toilet seat, preparing to put it next to the pile of presents.

   "If one day, everyone says that Potter is a liar, and all the wizards in the British wizarding world think Potter is a liar, do you think he is a liar or a savior?" Albert asked suddenly.

  The three of them were a little confused, and they didn't know how to answer this question.

   "Should not be a liar." George said uncertainly.

   "Everyone will think he is a liar, not a savior." Albert laughed at himself. He actually hates these things.

   Just then, Madam Pomfrey walked in.

   "You have been here for nearly ten minutes, get out quickly."

   When Madam Pomfrey was about to drive them away, her eyes fell on the toilet seat in Fred's hand, she frowned slightly and said, "Mr. Weasley, are you going to send a toilet seat?"

   "It's chocolate, it just looks like a toilet seat."

  Fred lied, put the toilet seat on the table, and left the school hospital in a hurry.

"Chocolate? I can't tell it's made of chocolate." Madam Pomfrey picked up the toilet seat, looked at the few people who were fleeing and said, "I really don't understand, what's going on in the minds of the students now .”

  She would not allow this kind of thing to appear in the school hospital. When she was about to confiscate it, Dumbledore just walked in and happened to see Madam Pomfrey holding a toilet seat.

   "They were just trying to have fun with Harry, no doubt."

   "It's not hygienic to put this thing here." Madam Pomfrey took the toilet seat and left.

  In the hallway outside the campus hospital, Lee Jordan was asking Fred if that toilet seat was made of chocolate.

   "How is it possible!" Fred said angrily

   "I dare say Madam Pomfrey will confiscate it." Albert said rather speechlessly: "Actually, you should find someone to order a toilet seat chocolate."

  The three of them looked at Albert strangely.

   "Did I say something wrong?" Albert asked back.

"No, no, you're right." Fred put his arm around Albert's shoulder, "Maybe, we can make some disgusting-looking gifts out of chocolate. Percy's birthday is in August, and we have Enough time to prepare and give him an unexpected surprise."

"I suggest that you find someone to order one. There will always be wizards who are good at making magic food." Albert thought for a while and said, "I think one or two Galleons will definitely be enough. If the other party is unwilling, you can then Order a few more and save them for our dear professor."

   "We understand!" the twins said in unison.

  After being separated from the three of them, Albert went to the divination classroom alone. Professor Trelawney wrote a letter, inviting Albert to drink tea with her, probably about the prophecy!

  Actually, Albert really guessed right. Professor Trelawney was looking for him because of the prophecy.

  Professor Trelawney’s first words when he saw him were: “Can you really prophesy?”

   "Why do you ask that."

   "Actually, some wizards with more sensitive minds, even if they can't really make predictions, can still deduce something through some clues." Professor Trelawney said.

   "Do you think I can prophesy?"

"I don't know, I can't see the result of your prophecy from your crystal ball. In this case, the results of the so-called divination and prophecy are usually deceptive, but my intuition tells me that maybe you really have the prophecy Ability." Professor Trelawney pointed to the cushion opposite and said, "Sit down, we can talk, there are really very few wizards who can truly prophesy."

   Albert sat across from Professor Trelawney, picked up the black tea made by the other party, took a sip, and waited quietly for the other party to continue.

   "I heard that Professor Quirrell is dead, just like your prophecy, he left us forever, and Harry Potter was by his side at that time."

   "Well, it seems that's right."

   "In the beginning, the prophecy you made about the blood of the unicorn also came true, right?"

   "Well, it's done." Albert's tone was still flat.

   "It's really enviable." Professor Trelawney said softly: "I know that many people in the school think I'm a liar, do you think I can prophesy?"

   "Cassandra Trelawney is undoubtedly a true master of prophecy." Albert said.

"Unfortunately, I didn't inherit much of my great-great-grandmother's talent, and the Trelawney family has no real prophets." Professor Trelawney sighed softly: "Most wizards are actually not willing to believe that The so-called prophecy, unless they see the result of the prophecy from the crystal ball with their own eyes."

"Because no one is willing to believe your nonsense until you actually predict the disaster." Professor Trelawney continued, "Also, even if you can predict people's disasters, it is impossible to stop them. You can only watch Disasters happen, and that is not a good thing for the prophets.

   "You can also predict, right!" Albert said.

"Should... yes. Actually, I can't be sure, I can only have a vague feeling." Professor Trelawney laughed at himself: "I once made a prophecy to Dumbledore, although I don't remember the prophecy anymore The content, but shortly after that, probably after the fall of the Mysterious Man, I came to Hogwarts as a divination professor, and there was no so-called divination class in the school at that time."

   "It seems that the prophecy has come true." Albert said softly.

"Yeah, if I didn't prove my ability to Dumbledore, how could he let me teach at Hogwarts?" Professor Trelawney murmured, "But many people just don't understand it on purpose. "

"Well, I admit that Dumbledore really didn't like divination at first." Professor Trelawney said to himself, "At that time, he told me that Hogwarts was going to hold a divination class and wanted to invite I'm going to be a professor, but before that, Dumbledore wants me to make him a prophecy."

   "I think that's why the headmaster came to me. He probably heard about my family and thought that I also have the ability to predict, so he came to me." Professor Trelawney said.

   "Is this prophecy related to the mysterious man?" Albert asked suddenly.

"I don't know." Professor Trelawney shook his head, "If you want to know the content, I'm afraid you can only go to Dumbledore, oh yes, Snape may also know that he broke into the room and almost interrupted fulfilled my prophecy."

   "It seems that it should be the prophecy of the savior."

   "At that time, I thought so too." She said.

   Albert never doubted Professor Trelawney's IQ. If he could act as a liar and bluff others, no one would be a fool.

  A truly brilliant Muggle fortune-teller is strong in hints, logical analysis, and temporary resilience, but before the real prophecy magic, it seems a bit ineffective.

"I can't master my prophecy like you, and I can't use it as I like, but I believe I have that ability." Professor Trelawney looked at Albert seriously, "Can you tell me, How on earth did you control your own prophecy?"

  This is the purpose of Professor Trelawney looking for Albert. No one wants to be a third-rate prophet.

   "I'm afraid I can't give you very good advice, because I learned my crystal ball divination from books." Albert naturally wouldn't tell Professor Trelawney that he actually mastered the ability of divination by cheating.

   "It's just like the description in the book," Albert said when he briefly described his prediction.

"Focus on the crystal ball and keep thinking about what you want to know in your head. If you succeed, you will see some pieces, and all that is left is to connect those pieces together and unravel the prophecy. expressed meaning."

  Professor Trelawney fell into a brief silence, and said after a while: "Can you make a prophecy now?"

   "Oh, sure!"

   Albert stared at the crystal ball placed on the table by Professor Trelawney, stared at the white mist above it, and began to predict what would happen in the next semester.

   Then, he saw a line:

  The Chamber of Secrets was opened.

   Those who are enemies of the heir, be vigilant.

"What does it mean?"

  Professor Trelawney apparently also saw the scene emerging from the crystal ball.

  Next there is a picture of a copper faucet engraved with a snake mark.

   "It's definitely not a good thing!" Albert thought for a while and said, "This matter should be related to Slytherin College."

   "By the way, according to a record in the history of Hogwarts, Slytherin left a secret room in Hogwarts, and there seems to be something terrible in it."

  Albert certainly knew what those words meant, but he still had to pretend that he had guessed it himself.

  “…Only the heir of Slytherin can open the Chamber of Secrets, release the horrible things inside, let it purify the school, and remove all those who are not worthy of learning magic.”

   "It seems that the next semester will not be peaceful!" Professor Trelawney murmured, "However, I don't think anyone would believe this before it happened!"

   Albert looked at Professor Trelawney, he felt as if he understood something.

   "Since they think I'm a liar, then I'm a liar. What's more, before I can really control my prophecy like you, I'm still just a liar." Professor Trelawney laughed at herself.

In fact, Albert was also very surprised. He didn't expect that he would make such a prediction, and Professor Trelawney obviously saw the contents of the crystal ball. Does it mean that his ability to predict has become stronger than before? up.

  Next semester, I should be more careful.

  Although Albert thinks that he will not be so unlucky to be targeted, he should still make some preparations.

   Well, to put it bluntly, I am actually afraid of death.

  (end of this chapter)