A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

The next day, Felix appeared in the Sword Fort. He occupies a wide laboratory by himself, standing on the makeshift wooden steps, staring at a ten-foot-tall magic puppet. This kind of tall magic puppet was chosen by him as one of the defensive forces of the sword castle. When sudden danger occurs, he can take the initiative to stand up and protect everyone.

The design idea is similar to the puppet Felix used to teach at Hogwarts before, but it is definitely more complicated and the protection measures are better. And Felix tried to give them some intelligence. He had done similar things a long time ago, and he still retains a set of magic puppet version of the opera troupe in his ring.

But if they are given the duty of guarding, they must be given more precise instructions. In case of an oversight, it will be bad if this thing fails on the battlefield, and what is worse may be that the enemy is suddenly indifferent... These problems need to be advanced. considering.

Near noon, Kramy walked in in a hurry, surprised: "Deng, Principal Dumbledore are here!"

Felix raised his head in surprise.

...

Outside the sword castle.

"Felix, I hope you can go to the Ministry of Magic with me." Dumbledore said in a deep voice, "to the Department of Mysteries."

When the two appeared again, they had already arrived at the guest entrance of the Ministry of Magic. With a creaking sound, the red phone booth slowly descended, and Felix asked his doubts, "What the **** is going on?"

"Amelia found two prophecies. I almost guessed what one of them is, and I want you to know." Dumbledore said briefly.

Department of Mysteries, Office of Prophecy.

It is as high as the school hall, but it does not appear empty. The reason is that the room is full of rows of towering shelves, filled with gray prophecy balls, and it looks like a very different library. Except for Felix, Dumbledore, and Ms. Bones, everyone else was temporarily driven out. Sirius reluctantly stood guard at the door with the two Aurors.

"Almost fifteen years ago, you should have heard a prediction?" Ms. Bones asked.

Dumbledore hesitated, nodded slightly, and said, "That's right."

"Is that this?" Ms. Burns asked, pointing to a dusty shelf. Dumbledore leaned down and stared at a small glass ball on the shelf. It was dirty. It seemed that no one had cleaned it for many years. Glowing slightly like a firefly.

Felix's peripheral light glanced at the other side, where there was a prophecy closely related to him. He had guessed a lot, but he still couldn't sort out the whole picture. Mainly because the key information is too vague, specious, and there are many possibilities.

He researched for a while and then left the prophecy behind.

Felix focused his attention on Dumbledore, who was reading the yellowed label under the glass ball. The above is marked with a date about fifteen years ago in a delicate font, followed by a string of abbreviations:

S.P.TtoA.P.W.B.D

A scribbled note was marked in handwritten handwriting next to the letters: The Dark Lord and (?) Harry Potter.

"This should be it." Dumbledore sighed. He straightened up and asked politely, "Can you?"

Ms. Bones made a request, "All protection magic has been revoked."

Dumbledore reached for the prophecy ball quickly, paused when touched, and then held it. He closed his eyes slightly, and his whole body was motionless. After a while, he gently put the prophecy ball back as if waking up from a dream.

He whispered softly:

"I heard this prophecy with my own ears-probably on a cold and wet night fifteen years ago, at Hogshead Bar in Hogsmeade, I went there to meet an application who wanted to be a professor of divination. People. I didn’t intend to let this course continue, but the applicant was the great-great-granddaughter of a very well-known prophet. Out of courtesy, I decided to meet her anyway..."

It must be Trelawney, Felix thought to himself.

"So the prediction comes from that interview, at your request?" Ms. Bones asked.

"Yes and no," Dumbledore said softly, seemingly back to the night fifteen years ago. "I tried to chat with her at the time, and hoped that she could show her talents a little bit, but I was disappointed by the result. In my opinion, she did not inherit the divination talent of her ancestors at all, so I told her that she Not suitable for this position, and then turned and left."

Neither Ms. Bones nor Felix spoke, they knew the turning point was coming.

"...Then she made a prediction, a real prediction," Dumbledore murmured. He took out his wand from his robe and waved it hard in front of the two of them. A silver smoke sprayed from the tip of the wand, and then a harsh, hoarse voice appeared, with an uncontrollable madness, as if he had committed some kind of disease.

"A person who has the ability to defeat the Dark Lord approached... was born in a family who had resisted him three times, and was born at the end of July... The Dark Lord marked him as a strong enemy, but he possesses what the Dark Lord cannot The energy of understanding...One must die in the hands of the other, because two people cannot live together, only one survives..."

The sound stopped. The silver smoke condensed in the air fell like snowflakes, disappearing before touching the ground. The three people watched this scene silently.

"Although I read the information when I came here, but—" Ms. Bones could hardly conceal the shock in her heart.

Dumbledore lowered his head slightly, looking at them through his half-moon glasses.

"To be honest, I am suspicious. The prediction is not as magical as I imagined, and it is not always possible. Otherwise, there is no need for the Ministry of Magic to send special personnel to follow and observe the progress of the prediction. But no matter what, apply. After all, people made a prediction, or a very dangerous prediction, and it would be irresponsible to let her stay there."

"Indeed, I asked the Silent Man before. Even if half of the predictions here can be fulfilled, it's not bad." Bones provided evidence.

"So you accepted her and protected her?" Felix asked.

"I don't have much choice." Dumbledore nodded slightly, "Especially the prophecy was heard by the third person, although not all. No way, Sybil was living in a tight life at the time and had to live in a cheap but mixed pig's head bar. And I didn’t expect to get something valuable in that interview. It just happened. The eavesdropper—in my perception at the time, was probably a Death Eater, I just I can't even risk leaving Sybil to wander the magic world alone."

Felix then knew how Sybil Trelawney taught in school.

It's not all Dumbledore's missteps...but he was afraid that she would be captured by Voldemort...

"The eavesdropper didn't hear all the predictions?" Ms. Bones asked keenly.

"He only heard the first three sentences." Dumbledore said.

The three fell silent, thinking about their own thoughts.

The man who is capable of defeating the Dark Lord approached... was born in a family who had resisted him three times, and was born at the end of July...

So it's Harry Potter. Felix thought, but Neville reluctantly counted, after all, their birthdays were one day apart, both at the end of July. But maybe Voldemort has obsessive-compulsive disorder? That's why he finally chose Harry, whose birthday is even later? It was still said that the latter prophecy was at work, \'The Dark Lord marked him as his strong enemy\', Voldemort did not choose the pure-blooded Neville, but Harry, who was also half-blooded with him.

"Perhaps I made a mistake," Dumbledore said suddenly. "My behavior-agreeing Sybil to teach at Hogwarts-may have prompted the prophecy to happen. Think about it, the loyal servant heard what I heard. The prophecy told Voldemort that he hoped that his master would break away from his destiny. However, he only heard the first few sentences. Therefore, Voldemort did not know that he was actually risking considerable risks by doing so, and-to put it bluntly, Voldemort treated me very much. Dread, he may have confirmed the credibility of the prophecy from my practice."

But the fact is that no one can accurately predict what will happen the next day, let alone a much longer future; just like you can't expect a perfect saint in reality, neither of these can happen.

"There is a second prediction." Ms. Bones said after a while.

She led the two to a shelf again, and Felix became more familiar with each other, with a strange expression on his face. As the distance drew closer, Dumbledore showed a look of astonishment. He walked quickly past the shelves, stopped before Ms. Bones, and stared at a brand new label. It clearly reads:

S.P.TtoH.J.P. (to be verified)

Dumbledore carefully observed the date on the label, and after a little thought, he came to an obvious conclusion: the prediction happened during the final exam of last school year, and the abbreviated name of the fortuneteller who made the prediction had not changed at all. Trelawney. And the other one is also very familiar to him--

"Harry James Potter~www.readwn.com~Ms. Burns said, "This should be the child's full name? I checked with Sirius. "

"I think this prophecy should mention me." Dumbledore said, bright blue eyes shining brightly.

"Maybe I was mentioned." Felix said slowly, and he added, "I feel very kind."

"Although this prophecy is not as valued as the first one, and it has not been protected by many spells, but in fact-I read Bode's notes," Ms. Bones took a deep breath, her eyes widened. Yes, "It may be the most special one in the entire Hall of Prophecy."

"Why do you say that?" Felix asked with interest.

"Because not only you two can feel the difference, I also feel it. This is not a coincidence. Anyone who tries to get close to it will experience a warm and intimacy from it. This shows..."

"The range of people covered by the prophecy is huge." Felix woke up.

"Yes," Ms. Bones said in agreement: "I guess it may be related to the first two sentences. You'd better read them first."

After a while, Dumbledore passed the prophecy ball to Felix calmly, and fell into contemplation.

Although Felix knew this prophecy a long time ago, he heard it again. "A change unseen in a thousand years, the legendary drama is staged. The clown returns on the drums, the warriors are ready to go, the lion is old, the firebird is nirvana-time! Time!"

"Thousands of changes, legendary drama..." Dumbledore said softly: "So, we are all people on the stage, and this prophecy proclaims an entire era."

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