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“Oh, Ron, that means ‘misfortune,’ you might run into some trouble…” Trelawney said in her exaggerated tone.

Ron's face fell instantly.

Trelawney walked up to Harry and looked down at his teacup.

Hyperthyroidism's eyes suddenly narrowed.

"what--!"

Trelawney suddenly fell ill, letting out a scream and her body trembling violently, as if she were having an epileptic seizure.

The sudden shout startled the students around, and many nearly dropped their teacups.

Harry was so startled that he almost jumped off his chair.

He looked at Trelawney with a blank expression, wondering if the professor had some serious illness.

Trelawney stared intently at Harry, her face deathly pale, as if she had seen something utterly terrifying.

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but it was as if something was choking her, preventing her from making a sound.

"you you……"

Trelawney pointed at Harry, her voice trembling and broken.

"There's an ominous sign about you!"

She took a deep breath, as if finally uttering the words that were stuck in her throat.

"I saw a ghost dog!"

Trelawney's voice was sharp and shrill, echoing through the classroom.

"It foreshadows...death!"

Harry froze.

Ghostly Big Dog?

die?

Could it be... related to Voldemort again?

A sense of unease welled up in Harry's heart.

He forced himself to remain calm and asked, "Professor, could you... go into more detail?"

Trelawney shook her head, her eyes unfocused.

"Prophecy... can only be divinely ordained..."

She spoke in a cryptic tone.

"It cannot be forced..."

"The future... cannot be accurately predicted..."

Harry: ...

So all you've said here is try to scare me, and that's it?

He looked at Trelawney speechlessly.

This divination class is definitely unreliable.

After a while, Trelawney emerged from her sudden illness state and, seeing that the students around her were all looking at her, understood what had just happened.

Hermione chuckled, breaking the eerie atmosphere: "Actually, accurate predictions aren't impossible."

Trelawney felt her professionalism being questioned and shook her head repeatedly: "No, impossible, prophecy isn't that simple..."

"That's because you haven't seen the movie..." Hermione walked up to Trelawney, her tone slightly playful: "Professor, would you mind borrowing your crystal ball?"

Trelawney was still absorbed in correcting Hermione and nodded somewhat absentmindedly.

Hermione calmly drew her wand and gently touched it to her temple.

Several strands of silver light, like moonlight, flowed out and slowly drifted toward the crystal ball.

Chapter 143 Terrifying Prophecy

The silver thread disappeared into the crystal ball, and the originally clear and transparent sphere was instantly filled with milky white light.

Other students were also attracted by this strange sight and gathered around.

They held their breath, staring intently at the crystal ball.

As the light faded, a clear image appeared before everyone's eyes.

It was in a dark cemetery, where a large pot was bubbling and steaming.

A figure carrying a creature the size of an infant slowly walked towards the large cauldron.

Without hesitation, the figure threw the "baby" in its arms into the large pot.

The "baby" was thrown into a pot and stewed, but it didn't even let out a single scream.

As time went by, the contents of the pot gradually changed.

The baby's body began to swell, its limbs stretched out, and its skin turned pale.

Finally, a bald, gray-robed figure with no nose slowly rose from the pot.

Even a single image sent chills down everyone's spine.

The classroom was deathly silent.

“God…mysterious man!” Someone recognized the figure first, pointing a trembling finger at the crystal ball.

One sentence instantly filled the entire classroom with an atmosphere of panic.

Although they did not experience Voldemort's era, they had all heard his terrifying legends since childhood, making him a household name in the wizarding world.

Harry jumped to his feet and exclaimed, "Voldemort!"

He looked at Hermione: "What's going on?!"

Hermione shrugged: "A precise prophecy, Professor Trelawney. Do you think it's accurate enough?"

Is now the time to talk about this?

Everyone roared inwardly, "Look what you've predicted!"

Trelawney, now recovered from the shock of Voldemort, glanced at the crystal ball, then at Hermione, lowered her head, her lips trembling slightly, and murmured repeatedly:

"Impossible! How could this be possible? How could anyone make such a prediction..."

Her worldview seemed to have been greatly impacted, and even Voldemort's resurrection was no longer important.

……

Principal room.

The door in front of Dumbledore was flung open with a bang, and Snape burst in like a black whirlwind.

His face was ashen, the veins on his forehead throbbed, and the hem of his robe fluttered as if he had just escaped from an Auror siege.

“Albus!” Snape’s voice was hoarse. “That Granger…”

Before he could finish speaking, he began to breathe heavily, as if he might pass out at any moment.

Dumbledore sat behind his desk, calmly put down his quill, and looked up at him.

“Severus, calm down,” Dumbledore said gently.

His voice seemed to possess some kind of invisible magic, like a pair of gentle hands that soothed Snape's anxious emotions.

Snape felt the tightness in his chest dissipate somewhat, and his breathing gradually became steady.

He walked up to Dumbledore, plopped down in a chair, picked up a glass of pumpkin juice from the table, and gulped down two large mouthfuls.

The cool liquid slid down his throat, finally bringing him back to some senses.

Dumbledore looked at him, a hint of helplessness and amusement in his eyes: "What's wrong with Miss Granger now? Surely she didn't use the Unforgivable Curse in class again?"

Snape put down his cup, his lips twitching slightly. "No, that's not true. In fact, it would be better if that were the case."

Now Dumbledore was intrigued. He leaned forward slightly, rested his elbows on the table, crossed his hands, and touched his fingers together.

Two deep blue eyes, peering through crescent-shaped lenses, sparkled with curiosity.

“Oh? Severus, tell me about it.”

"What earth-shattering thing has Miss Granger done this time that has caused you to lose your composure like this?"

Dumbledore's tone carried a hint of mockery.

It's rare to see Snape make that expression.

Snape rolled his eyes in annoyance and pulled a crystal ball from his robes.

It's obviously Trelawney's darling.

"See for yourself."

Snape slammed the crystal ball down on the table and turned his head away.