HP: Let professors walk towards the light

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Snape had become accustomed to the feeling of waking up suddenly from a dream. Although he appeared indifferent on the surface, he would carefully recall the contents of his dreams every time. Ever since the idea of ​​prophetic dreams came up, he had been paying attention to the occasional dreams.

However, this dream also mentioned... Lily.

Today is the weekend, and Snape plans to go to Trelawney, whom he has hardly ever seen. When he thinks of the prophecy that weird woman once left behind, Snape gets a headache, and he wishes he would never see her again in his life, but for these dreams, he has to go on this trip and meet that weird woman.

Looking at the attic, Snape prepared himself mentally.

Go to the top of the attic and knock on Trelawney's office.

"Squeak——" the door opened, and there was no one inside.

"I saw someone come to see me today. I was waiting. Was it you?"

Trelawney's voice came from behind the curtains.

"Ah! S...S...Professor Snape?"

"It's Snape, just one S, Trelawney... Professor." Snape's face fell.

"You! Why are you here? I don't have anything here to welcome you!" Trelawney walked out from behind the curtains with a look of horror on her face.

"If possible, I don't want to come to your messy and trampled room." Snape looked at Trelawney expressionlessly.

"Then why are you still..."

"But I do have something to do..." Snape closed his eyes and interrupted her.

"I heard that you can not only predict the future but also interpret dreams, is that right?"

"……yes……"

"I've been having strange dreams lately, and I wanted to hear your account of them."

"But... okay, fine." Trelawney was about to refuse, but when she noticed the sudden drop in pressure around her, she reluctantly agreed.

It's okay, Sibyl, this is Hogwarts, no one can do anything to you, maybe just interpret the dream, tell fortunes for him and everything will be fine. Trelawney brainwashed herself inwardly.

Trelawney asked Snape to sit in front of a small round table covered with black velvet. She took a deck of cards and placed it in the middle of the table. She drew the curtains and the room instantly became dark. She used a spell to light a bunch of candles, took two and placed them on the round table, and finally sat down opposite Snape.

"Now, tell me...tell me about your dream."

Snape looked at Trelawney's mysterious actions and was obviously a little skeptical of her abilities.

But I still told her part of my dream.

"I know, I know. It's hard to say. It's too complicated. Come on, shuffle these cards."

Snape frowned and drew two random strokes of the cards.

"Your mind isn't here, you don't trust me, I think you can leave."

"What did you say? Is this the useless result you made me come all this way to hear?" Snape's patience was almost at its limit.

"No...no...if you don't trust me, then there's no point in me doing this..."

"Do what you have to do."

"Okay... okay, I... we won't use the cards anymore. You... you look at this and tell me... what do you see?" Trelawney still lowered her head and took out a crystal ball from somewhere.

Snape stared at the ball in her hand, squinting for a long time.

"Nothing at all."

"You're still not putting your heart into it. Look... look..." Trelawney gradually lost her confidence.

What a ridiculous liar, Snape thought to himself, stood up, raised his robe and prepared to leave.

Trelawney quickly raised her head and stood up, her eyes meeting Snape opposite her. Then Snape saw Trelawney begin to tremble, her eyes were empty, and her whole body was in a trance.

"No! I saw it - I saw it! You - the dying man got a rebirth that did not belong to him - the powerful magic reversed the ending - the professor is no longer a professor - the student is no longer a student! The already dim star disk has undergone tremendous changes, and a dazzling light is shining in the corner. That will be your last chance! The truth... accept the truth... the way home is not in the past... pay attention to the arrival of death... guard... can't leave! Can't..."

Finally, Trelawney uttered a few phrases and words intermittently, and suddenly, her head drooped suddenly, and she fell into the chair, and then there was a sound of snoring.

Snape frowned. Suddenly, a silver phoenix flew over, stopped in front of Snape, tilted its head and looked at him. Then, Dumbledore's old and powerful voice came out of the phoenix's mouth: "Blow bubble gum."

"This is really..." Snape stared at the patronus in front of him, and suddenly felt like he was being spied on. This was something Dumbledore could do. It looked like he had to go again. Although he didn't want Dumbledore to know, it was only a matter of time before he found out.

Arriving at the headmaster's office, Snape said the password with disdain to open the door.

"Severus, you're here. Would you like some dessert? I happen to have some bubble gum."

An old man with white hair and beard, wearing crescent-shaped glasses, was sitting at the desk with a pile of candies and snacks in front of him.

"I do not need……"

"Severus, you should try it. Sweet things can make people happy."

"I'd be much happier without all that troll homework."

"Oh, I'm sorry I can't promise you that. I can't find a more suitable Potions professor. Sev, you're excellent, aren't you?" Dumbledore's wise eyes shot at Snape through his glasses.

"Well, let's talk about what you've been busy with lately and why you went to Sibyl's place. My phoenix brought back a surprising piece of news. After so many years, I didn't expect to hear Sibyl's prophecy again in this way."

"So, who do you think that was the prophecy she made?"

"Weren't you the one who went to find her, Severus? The dying man was reborn, the ending was reversed... these are all words worth pondering, but what I am more curious about is, what kind of dream bothered you to the point that you went to find Sybil?"

Snape closed his eyes and let out a long breath.

"I occasionally dream about you, my students, and that... mysterious person. Some familiar environments, familiar yet not so familiar people saying strange things. It's a mess, and I have no clue at all."

"It sounds like your dream is very confusing. Are you under too much pressure?" Dumbledore said with a smile, "Oh, I was just kidding."

"Then let me say it again. I dreamed that I quarreled with you, I dreamed that my students died in front of me, I dreamed that a mysterious man was resurrected, I dreamed that I went there according to your plan, and I also dreamed of war... There are many, many things. Do you understand what I said?" Snape looked calm.

"Okay, okay, I understand. Then, maybe I can know who that student is? I feel like you're talking about the same person." Dumbledore crossed his hands on the table, looking very calm.

"Yes, her name is Hermarena Tallos, and she's a first year Slytherin."

"Tallos? I know this last name. Their family are all excellent students. Minerva also told me about the troll incident last time. She is a beautiful child, isn't she? So, what do you think of this Hermalena?"

"A kid with a secret."

"Everyone has secrets, that's normal, but maybe I can find a chance to meet her and get to know her briefly."

"Just be careful, I have no objection."

Dumbledore stood up and walked towards Snape.

"How's Quirrell?"

"I am keeping an eye on him and won't let him do anything."

"Very good, thank you for your hard work, Severus." Dumbledore patted Snape on the shoulder and signaled that he could go.