Chapter 314: The Prophecy


    "Fred and George must have no idea that one day their noses will be on public disy." Ron chuckled, staring fixedly at the small patch of light above him. Harry, Hermione, and the people around them did the same.


    They stood on an empty floor, or rather, within the space of a stone basin. The lighting here wasn''t very bright, resembling the scene of twilight as dusk approached.


    Above wasn''t a ceiling but a circr bright light, very much resembling the shape of the edge of the stone basin. At the moment, a part of that bright light was blocked offa straight nose bridge, as if a giant outside was peering in at them.


    Ron said with a satisfied expression, "Guess whose nose this is? I think it''s George''s, though not very clear, his nose looks a bit crooked."


    Harry grinned, finding this quite an amusing perspective. They could also hear a buzzing voiceing from a distance, echoing:


    "I see lots of little figures, little Ronnie would be the easiest to recognize, our family''s redheadoh!"


    The people within the stone basin watched as one of the Weasley brothers tumbled from the air, performing a dozen somersaults beforending solidly on the floor. George Weasley lifted his head, seeing his younger brother extending his hand with a mischievous grin, teasingly saying, "Your hair stands out quite well too."


    George immediately got up, patted non-existent dirt off himself, and pretended, "me Fred, he held down my head, oh, here hees."


    Everyone looked up as another person dropped from above, a duplicate of George, and Frednded with a loud "thud."


    "That''s settled!" George asked excitedly, "Harry, who do you think had a more gracefulnding between the two of us?"


    Harry tried to sound objective, holding back hisughter as he seriously assessed, "I''d say you, although Fred''snding sound was louder..."


    The students descended one by one like dumplings into a pot, andstly, it was Professor Harp''s turn. He floated down gently,nding on the ground with a smile, "Appetizers before the grand feast, I hope you all have fun."


    "Next, I''ll demonstrate the true power of this magic."


    As Felix spoke, he waved his hand, just as described in fairy tales. "The sky dimmed, darkness shrouded thend, and you couldn''t see your hand in front of your face." Harry felt a little anxious, his heartbeat involuntarily speeding up. He tentatively called out, "Ron? Hermione? Professor?"


    There was no echo, not even his own voice. In his panic, he bumped into someone, someone who seemed about to fall. He instinctively pulled them up.


    "Calm down"


    Professor Harp''s voice said, "This is the Magic Mist, it can block ordinary light and sound. Normally, experienced individuals would choose to stay away from this area, as they don''t know what they might encounter. However, if you''re already trapped within it, you can use specific magic to dispel the mist, such as the Lumos spell I''ve taught you."


    Chanting the magical sybles, light gathered in his hand, piercing through the darkness, bringing light. However, the straight and bright beams of light intertwined with the darkness, each at a loss against the other. Harry thought of a scene, a shlight beam piercing through the darkness at night.


    Just that in the professor''s hand, there might be countless smaller shlights...


    At the same time, Harry recognized who was beside him. The only second-year student, "Oh, Ginny, are you alright?"


    Ginny''s face was as red as her hair, "I-I-I''m fine!"


    Felix said, "This is the initial manifestation of this magic, and it''s the minimum requirement I have for youyou can stably control it, prevent it from sapping your magic, and maintain a basic form. It looks like arge lightbulb."


    "Once you be proficient, assuming your control is strong enough, you can change the form of this magic as you wish, such as a light sphere"


    He extended his hand, holding a milky-white light sphere. In the Magic Mist, it exuded a warm, gentle yellow, reassuring sensation. The light grew brighter, and Harry could see vague shapes of others.


    "Or an animal form"


    A glowing owl pped its wings, casting their faces in sporadic shadows. Harry suddenly thought of his Hedwig, but the next second, it turned into an eagle, and various unknown birds of prey.


    "Or perhaps, just a simple light beam"


    Felix said, and his monkey-shaped statue shot into the sky, leaving a long, bright vertical trail. Eventually, it transformed into a beam of light.


    "These variations can be used for private practice, helping you be familiar with this magic. Afterward, you can infuse it with magic at will, increasing its power and range."


    The beam as thick as a wrist seemed to break free from its constraints, rapidly expanding1 foot, 2 feet, 10 feet, 20 feet... the column of light extended continuously, swallowing them. The magical mist in the entire space was shattered, and the sky became brilliantly lit.


    Felix retracted the magic, "Now then, nextI will provide one-on-one guidance."


    Everyone stared at the professor, not quite understanding the meaning of his words. One-on-one, did that mean each of them would receive guidance individually? Harry and the others had a vague guess; perhaps the professor had prepared in advance, much like the Professor Harp constructed from memories in the unnamed book.


    They were right about half of it.


    Hermione suddenly covered her mouth, her eyes widening in surprise, and the others also showed startled expressions. The second head emerged from Professor Harp''s neck, and soon his chest split into two, as if two professors were ovepping.


    Amid the group''s bewildered looks, the secondplete "Professor Harp" stepped out from Felix. This Professor Harp pointed to someone, "Malfoy,e with me."


    Draco walked mechanically in front of the two professors, ncing back and forth,pletely unable to distinguish which was real and which was an illusion. But soon, something even more surprising happened. The third "Professor Harp" appeared, casually twirling his wand, "Hmm, you there, Diggory."


    Cedric followed him awkwardly, and as he walked a distance away and couldn''t resist turning back, the fourth and fifth Professor Harps had begun selecting students. He finally understood what "one-on-one guidance" truly meant.


    It really was one-on-one!


    "Jeffrey"


    "Percy Weasley"


    "Miss Grinss"


    One after another, members of the Magical Text Club were led away by the Professor Harps. Each wore a perplexed expression on their faces. Harry could rte to them quite well; even after the encounter with the unnamed book, he was still shaken by all of this.


    He realized that Professor Harp was always generous in showing them the wonders of magic, integrating it into every aspect of life and teaching. Magic had be a part of the professor himself.


    "You seem to have something to tell me, Harry?"


    Harry opened his mouth, thinking of Professor Trwney''s unusual state during the exam. In his mind, it was either that Trwney had some unknown ailment, or she had truly made a prophecy.


    He used to think the Divination professor was a fraud, but since the night the Dementor horde attacked the bridge, he changed his perspective.


    "You''re worried about something that will happen in April."


    He got hit right on the mark! This sentence wasn''t directed at someone specific, but at the four people presentRon, Hermione, Professor Harp, and Harry himself!


    Ron had always held out hope for his pet rat to return somedaynot as the wizard traitor or the form of the small, unremarkable rat Scabbers, but as the rat he had lived with for over two years. Unfortunately, his fears had undeniablye true.


    Hermione had been worried about an attack on them, which was one of the reasons she actively organized the Dueling Club. The attack had actually urred, and if not for Sirius'' sudden appearance, they might have been captured by the traitor, Scabbers, himself, and only he himself could imagine what might have happened to Hermione and Ron.


    And Professor Harp? One of his respected elders had passed away that day, as Hermione had told him.


    As for himself, he had even more worriesworries about what Ron worried about, worries about what Hermione worried about. Upon reuniting with Sirius, he began to worry if he was worthy of such a wonderful family. And, of course, something unexpected happened in the middle of it all...


    When Harry exined these spections to Ron and Hermione, they were equally astonished.


    "Harry, this is just a coincidence!" Hermione said, still in shock, but with a hint of pride in her voice.


    "Maybe, maybe it is, Trwney the old dragonfly really does have some skill, Hermione, didn''t you say before that her ancestors possessed genuine divination talents?" Ron skeptically said.


    In private, he had given unliked professors nicknamesSnape was the greasy old bat, and Trwney, with her penchant for theatrics and bug-like sses, was referred to as the old dragonfly...


    The two friends'' reactions werepletely opposite, leaving Harry torn between their attitudes. It wasn''t until the exam day when Harry was thest to leave the ssroom, returning the crystal ball that had fallen to the floor to Professor Trwney, that things got even stranger. She rolled her eyes, stiffly supporting herself on a chair armrest, and spoke some inexplicable words. Her voice sounded as if it had gone through a rough file, hoarse and eerie:


    "An unprecedented upheaval... a legendary drama unfolds from this... haclowns return to the beat, warriors stand ready, the lion ages, the phoenix is reborn... Time! Time!"


    Harry was dumbfounded at the time. He was considering whether to call for help when Professor Trwney''s head drooped to her chest. She hummed and quite suddenly, her head snapped back up, standing as if nothing had happened.


    "Apologies, dear child," she said as if in a dream. "It was too hot in the day, you knowI fell asleep for a bit."


    Harry remained rooted to the spot, utterly speechless.


    Professor Trwney looked at Harry with astonishment, as if he had done something strange.


    "What are you thinking, child?"


    ...


    "What are you thinking, Harry?" Felix asked.


    "N-Nothing," Harry hesitated for a moment, snapping back to reality. "I was just wondering, is the Pensieve''s principle also rted to the unnamed book?"


    "Quite simr," Felix said. "Rather than the unnamed book, it''s more abination of the Room of Requirement and the Pensieve," he winked, "I received gifts from two elders."


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