Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

Chapter 1013 Trelawney's Prophecy
When that ethereal, hollow voice suddenly rang out, Wade paused, his casual expression instantly freezing, his eyebrows slightly raised as he stared intently at Trelawney.

The fortune-telling professor stood taut, like a marionette, and slowly said:
“A shadow crawls out of the grave, he…weaves the web of time, to sew the world into a cloak of decay…he thirsts for the power of creation…the place of shame is also the place of the throne…”

Wade's eyes narrowed slightly, and Harry climbed up from under the trapdoor, trying to memorize every obscure word.

Ron stared in disbelief, a gasp escaping his throat: "Merlin...this...this is the real prophecy?"

No one answered him; only Trelawney's broken, dry voice rang out:

"Another shadow stands...beside the burning thorns...and the cradle forged in gold...He is the gardener, holding the shears to prune life...His kingdom rises from the weeping river and the ashes of diamonds..."

Ron frantically pulled out his notebook and wrote down what Trelawney had said, while Harry clenched his fists, completely bewildered.

He still remembered Professor Trelawney's prophecy from last time; although it was just as eerie and terrifying, but...

"Loyal servants help the Dark Lord rise again"—you can tell what that means just by hearing it.

This time, however, he felt that every sentence was so difficult to understand, or rather, completely incomprehensible, even more confusing than the white mist in the crystal ball.

Harry instinctively looked at Wade, hoping to glean some answer from his face.

However, all he saw was Wade frowning at Trelawney, and apart from that, there was no other expression on his slightly pale face.

Trelawney's prophecy was not over yet. Suddenly, her head turned sharply in the direction of Wade, and her unfocused eyes seemed to pierce through his body, seeing something deeper.

Her voice suddenly rose, almost as if she were screaming—

"A person stepping on their reflection stops in the middle of the bridge!"

"Be careful! Be careful! The abyss on one side will cause you to fall, and the bright light on the other side will burn you!"

"Go back! Go back! Only by returning to the original difference can you find your own foundation..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Professor Trelawney's body swayed violently, her head drooping to her chest as if she had fallen asleep.

The next second, she suddenly looked up and said absentmindedly, "Oh, right, you should come to class more often... Don't let your talent go to waste..."

“Professor,” Ron spoke to Trelawney with such reverence for the first time, “what did you mean by… shadows, sun, kingdoms…?”

“What are you talking about, Ronald?” Professor Trelawney wiped her mouth as if she hadn’t woken up yet and asked, “Are you dreaming in my class?”

“No, no,” Ron stammered, “but you…you just now…”

"There's nothing there, Professor! We were just asleep!"

Harry suddenly shouted.

He interrupted Ron's explanation, reaching out to tug at his friend: "Let's go, Ron, you won't get anything out of him..."

Ron was puzzled, but he still followed Harry down the ladder.

"When did I break the cup?"

Professor Trelawney finally noticed the wet tea stain on her skirt, clicked her tongue regretfully, and said, "What a pity, this is my favorite tea set..."

She looked up and saw Wade, who was left at the back, and clearly paused.

The usually calm boy now pursed his lips tightly, as if worried that if he opened his mouth, a secret would slip out from between his teeth.

He exuded a heavy and cold aura, so oppressive that even Professor Trelawney couldn't help but tremble slightly.

She stopped patting her skirt, considered her words for a moment, and then said vaguely, "Oh, I looked carefully with my third eye, Wade... Actually, your spiritual vision can gradually recover with focused meditation; you don't necessarily need my incense..."

"So don't be angry. It's not worth making such a terrible face over something so small," Trelawney thought anxiously.

Wade stared at her intently for a moment and said, "Goodbye, Professor."

Goodbye, my dear.

Trelawney waved her arm, and her shawl billowed out, making her look more like a moth with outstretched wings.

In her still slightly hoarse voice, she said, "Remember, not all prophetic futures have to come true. Avoiding the worst outcome is the very purpose of divination."

Wade forced a smile and silently left through the trapdoor.

……

The cold, heavy echo of the prophecy seemed to reverberate continuously within the tower, and no one spoke as they descended the dizzying spiral staircase.

Only when he stepped onto the solid stone floor of the corridor did Harry catch his breath and lower his voice to say to the two of them:

"Let's go find Hermione right now! That prophecy is too strange; we need Hermione to help us analyze it..."

He quickened his pace and was about to run towards the Gryffindor common room when, just as he started, the back of his collar was grabbed lightly.

"Don't rush!" Wade's voice rang out from behind: "Let's go eat first, it's lunchtime now."

Harry paused for a moment, then realized, "Oh, right! Hermione must be eating in the Great Hall too!"

Ron stared at his own messy handwriting on the paper for a while, then said, "I don't understand, damn it! This prophecy is harder to understand than any Muggle poem..."

He looked at Harry and said, "Why did you stop me just now? Shouldn't we have asked about such a strange prophecy? Maybe Trelawney was just putting on her charlatan act again?"

Harry shook his head, his face very serious, and said, "It really is a prophecy, remember? I saw it during my third-year final exams. And Professor Trelawney won't remember anything when she wakes up, and you can't ask her for any information."

He leaned over and looked at Wade, asking, "Wade, can you decipher this?"

Wade shook his head silently, looking lost in thought.

Harry sighed, but wasn't too disappointed.

It would be strange if prophecies could be deciphered immediately!

Pushing open the doors of the Great Hall, a cacophony of noise and warm air rushed in. Harry's gaze swept across the hall, easily spotting a group of very conspicuous people—

At the Hufflepuff table, several familiar faces were gathered together in high spirits.

Michael was talking animatedly, and Theo and Ryan listened attentively, occasionally chiming in with a comment.

Sitting opposite them was Hermione, with a book open in front of her, but her attention was clearly on her companions' conversation, a relaxed smile on her lips.

Neville was busy spreading butter on bread, while Padma, standing next to him, looked at the small cakes on the table with a mixture of disgust and longing, quietly sucking in her stomach and frowning as she drank pumpkin juice.

Even Fred and George were sitting nearby, recommending their latest prank products to the two younger Hufflepuffs.

The way everyone sat together was natural and harmonious, as if the time when Wade was "absent" and everyone was busy with their own things had never existed.

Even with the unsettling prophecy still lingering in his mind, a pure joy involuntarily welled up in Harry's heart upon seeing this scene.

He smiled and said, "They're all over there!"

He then walked quickly toward his friends.

(End of this chapter)