Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 450 Trelawney's Prophecy!

What Draco didn't know was that while these words wouldn't hurt Ron, if a certain unnamed major shareholder of Honeydukes heard them, they would definitely cause him to have a mental breakdown.

No, what do you mean?
Discrimination, is it?

“So don’t be afraid,” Ginny continued. “What are you afraid of? Why don’t you dare fight a spider?”

“Yeah,” Draco chimed in, eager for more drama—not only for his own sake, but also to agree with Ginny, “They’re just some spiders, what’s there to be afraid of?”

“Remember what you said today, Malfoy.” Ron rolled his eyes. “'Some' spiders? Ha, I hope you’ll still be as calm as you are now after you see those 'some' spiders, my friend… classmate.”

He initially intended to use the word "friend," but after thinking about it, he felt that Malfoy was not worthy of being his friend, and instead chose the term "classmate."

“And what about you?” Harry turned to Draco. “What are your thoughts on going to the Forbidden Forest for the trial?”

"Of course we're going!" Draco said, head held high. "It's just the Forbidden Forest, what's there to be afraid of?"

He felt like he was seeing a pretty girl's eye-catching bag and wanted to say something to stand out and get her attention.

But such behavior is often ignored – which is probably the best outcome; most of the time, the girl thinks the person is an "idiot."

Of course, Draco wouldn't go that far; at least Ginny wasn't that rude, she just chose to ignore him.

This hurt Draco a little.

“I think it’s going to be great,” Ginny said with a smile. “Oh, Ron—cheer up! Draco is right, it’s just ‘some’ spiders. I know you love spiders, don’t you?”

Ron pursed his lips and muttered something unintelligible.

“Go ahead,” Ginny whispered in Ron’s ear, “If you dare to go, I’ll make Hermione kiss you…”

Ron's eyes lit up.

Eh?
You can have this!

but……

He thought about it and still felt it was a bit unreliable. Just for a kiss, he might end up risking his life.

He knew the spider's reproductive capacity; it could produce hundreds of offspring at once. Over the years, who knew how many spiders there were in the Forbidden Forest?

Given the size of those spiders, Ron felt the nightmare was yet to come.

but……

On the other hand, he had no room to resist.

“Go ahead.” Draco sat down across from Ron. “Weasley, I know you’re terrified of spiders, but this is a great opportunity, a chance to help you overcome your phobia—do you want to be afraid of spiders for the rest of your life?”

As he spoke, Draco looked at Harry.

“I’ve heard Harry say that when he lived with his aunt, he often hung out with spiders,” he said.

“Oh, that’s true.” Harry shrugged. “After all, I used to live in a cubicle under the stairs at my aunt’s house. There were lots of spiders in there, and I could often pluck several off myself and throw them away when I got up.”

Upon hearing this, Ron couldn't help but shudder.

"Just thinking about it is terrifying... Oh well, it's just spiders, right? I'll go with you guys—but Harry, you have to promise me that if I faint from fright, you'll have to find a way to get me out of here!"

"Don't worry," Harry gave an OK sign, "I definitely won't let the spider bite you."

After receiving Harry's assurance, Ron finally mumbled his agreement.

“You can go to the Room of Requirement tonight to practice,” Harry said. “Just like you would with a duel, warm up beforehand so you don’t get lost when you get into the Forbidden Forest.”

"Alright then," Ron reluctantly agreed.

Around 7 p.m., they slipped out of the common room.

Harry got a note from Professor McGonagall in the afternoon, allowing them to go to the eighth floor freely in the evening—after meeting Filch, Ron smugly slapped the note signed by Professor McGonagall on his chest.

“Professor McGonagall has given us permission to go to the eighth floor!” he said, raising his head.

Filch grinned, glanced at the note, and made way for him.

“Look at Filch’s face,” Ron said with a grin after they got to the eighth floor. “He looks like he really wants to deduct points from my score, but he can’t—so frustrating, so annoying.”

"Alright, stop arguing with a Squib," Harry said, patting Ron on the shoulder.

At that moment, Harry heard a scream and a crash.

He stopped and listened intently.

"You—how—dare—to—do—this—!"

The sound came from a nearby corridor. The group immediately gripped their wands and rushed over. After turning a corner, they saw Professor Trelawney lying on the floor, her head covered by one of her many shawls. Several sherry bottles lay scattered around, one of them broken.

"Professor—" Ginny rushed forward to help her, some of her sparkling beads getting tangled in her glasses.

Professor Trelawney let out a loud burp, patted her hair, and stood up with Ginny's help.

"What's wrong, Professor?" Ginny asked with concern.

“Good question!” she said shrilly. “I was just taking a walk alone, thinking about some ominous signs that I happened to glimpse…”

Harry, standing nearby, wasn't paying much attention to what she was saying—he had just noticed where they were: to their right was a tapestry depicting trolls dancing, to their left a smooth, hard stone wall, behind which lay—

"Professor, were you trying to enter the Room of Requirement just now?" he asked.

The students around her instantly leaned back and looked at Professor Trelawney with suspicion.

"...A sign from heaven—what did you say?"

Her gaze suddenly became somewhat evasive.

“The Room of Requirement,” Harry repeated, “do you want to go in?”

“I—um—I didn’t know the students knew—” Professor Trelawney said, shuddering.

“Not everyone knows,” Harry said. “But what happened? You screamed…it sounded like you were hurt…”

“I—well,” said Professor Trelawney, cautiously pulling her shawl around herself and staring down at Harry with her eyes magnified several times, “I was hoping—ah—to store some—uh—personal items in the Room of Requirement…”

She muttered something about "vicious accusations".

“Oh,” Harry said, glancing at the sherry bottles on the floor, “but you couldn’t get in and hide them?”

He found this strange, because a hundred years ago, when he was looking for a secret base, the House of Requirement had opened the door for him.

“Oh, I can go in,” Professor Trelawney said, staring at the wall, “but there’s already someone inside.” “Someone inside—? Who?” Harry asked, very alert. “Who’s inside?”

This is not the time when the members of the Duel Hut should be.

They agreed to meet on the eighth floor and wait until everyone arrived before going in, to avoid the awkward situation of someone not being able to get in.

So, who could it be?

“I don’t know either,” said Professor Trelawney, looking a little startled by Harry’s very alert question. “I went inside and heard voices that I’ve never heard in all these years of hiding in and using this room.”

“A voice? Saying something?” Harry asked next.

“I don’t know if it’s saying anything,” Professor Trelawney said. “It’s… shouting.”

“Shouting?” Harry frowned.

“A cheerful shout,” she nodded.

Harry stared at her.

"Is it a man or a woman?"

“I guess it’s a man,” Professor Trelawney said.

"Sounds a bit happy?" Harry pressed again.

“I’m very pleased,” Professor Trelawney said dismissively.

Harry thought for a moment, then asked, "It seems like they're celebrating something?"

“Definitely,” Professor Trelawney said with certainty.

"And then what—?" Harry pressed on.

Professor Trelawney tightened her cloak, sniffed, and said, "Then I called out, 'Who's there?'"

"Can't you find out who it is without asking?" Harry asked her, a little disappointed.

“The Heavenly Eye,” Professor Trelawney said with an air of superiority, adjusting her shawl and the many strings of shimmering beads, “is not for focusing on worldly matters like shouting.”

This is more of a show-off, so I'd give her 82 points, and the remaining 18 points will be given to her as 666.

“Yes,” Harry nodded, having heard of Professor Trelawney’s third eye far too often. “Did the voice answer who it was?”

“No, no,” Professor Trelawney mumbled. “Everything went black, and then I knew I was thrown out headfirst!”

"Didn't you see how this happened?" Harry couldn't help but ask.

“I didn’t see anything. Like I said, it was pitch black—” Professor Trelawney paused, staring at him suspiciously. “You’re thinking something rude, aren’t you? But I must warn you, Potter—the Eye of Heaven isn’t for seeing such trivial things!”

At this point, Professor Trelawney suddenly felt completely lost.

Her voice trembled, ethereal and sharp, as if it came from a distant place.

“I see… a crucial choice… will come on the night the full moon is swallowed by clouds… a silver-haired traveler will bring an omen of tearing apart, and the silent mirror will reflect twin flames…”

At this point, Professor Trelawney's thin body suddenly trembled violently, as if struck by something.

“Remember my words: when the sound of a withered branch breaking is heard three times, the threads of fate will intertwine… Some will uncover the long-buried truth, some will fall with smiles… and the shadow… ah! that swirling shadow… will choose its new vessel at the feast of harvest…”

Ron and his friends exchanged glances.

What nonsense are you spouting?
But Harry doesn't think so.

It seems Professor Trelawney has entered a prophetic state again...

A silver-haired traveler?
Harry's first thought was Vivi.

When her magic was depleted, didn't she have silver hair?

Omens of tearing apart, twin flames, what are these things?

Harry couldn't understand the parts in the middle.

But that next sentence... "The swirling shadow chooses its new vessel at the bountiful feast"? Could it be referring to Voldemort?

It's very possible!
Just then, Professor Trelawney loosened her grip, and the bottle crashed to the ground, spilling the liquor onto the floor and releasing a strong aroma of spiced liqueur.

“Ah, my wine.” Professor Trelawney said with a touch of heartache, squatting down to look at the wine, muttering, “Getting old, getting old… I’m really losing my energy—my dear, did I just say something?”

The next question was directed at Ginny.

Ginny felt a little scared; the professor's erratic behavior... made him seem like a madman.

She shook her head repeatedly, indicating no.

“Oh, oh…” Professor Trelawney shook her head, somewhat incoherently saying, “Well, well… it’s nothing serious anyway… never mind, I need to get back to my office—”

“Leave this to us,” Harry said to Professor Trelawney.

He used a spell to clean up the spilled wine on the ground, and after watching Professor Trelawney leave, Harry looked toward the entrance to the Room of Requirement.

“If I’m not mistaken, Professor Trelawney just said… there’s someone here?”

“Probably,” Ron said, frowning. “Celebrating inside? What are they celebrating? Does anyone else know the entrance to the Room of Requirement?”

“It’s hard to say,” Ginny said thoughtfully. “The fact that we know the entrance to the Room of Requirement also means that others may have inadvertently learned how to enter the room…”

“Harry, what do you think?” Neville turned and asked.

“Ginny is right, many people know about the Room of Requirement,” Harry said, frowning. “Including Voldemort—Professor Trelawney just said it was a man, so we can rule out a boy—because then she wouldn’t have used the term ‘man,’ but rather ‘boy’ to describe him…”

As he spoke, he looked toward the House of Requirement.

"We still don't know who's inside... Let's wait here for a bit until the students from other colleges arrive—we can't get in until those people come out."

“What if the person inside is Malfoy?” Ron suddenly asked.

Harry thought for a moment, then took his phone out of his pocket.

“I’ll just call Draco and the others and find out,” he said. “If it’s them, just tell them to come out—”

"What if it wasn't Malfoy and his crew?" Hermione suddenly asked a very serious question.

(End of this chapter)