great-warnovel Chapter 140 Divine Oracle Bubble
Chapter 140 Divine Oracle Bubble
Chapter 140 Divine Oracle Bubble
When I returned to the medical wing, it seemed like only a short while had passed; the room was completely silent.
Hermione helped Lockhart back onto the bed: "You should rest well. I'll try to find that cursed artifact first."
She pointed to the pie on the bedside table: "Don't forget the Christmas dinner."
"Thank you, Hermione," Lockhart said in a hoarse voice.
She walked out of the school hospital, feeling sullen. If she could, she would love to grab Draco and beat him up right away. Does that kid have to cause trouble every year?
However, the most urgent task is to find the cursed object. Although Hermione has already defeated its power, who knows if it will regroup and attack its target again.
But where to find him in such a large school? Should we just grab Draco and interrogate him with truth serum? Lockhart probably wouldn't agree to that; that seemingly kind and righteous persona is a bit too reserved in his actions.
She then thought of her third eye, the vision of a knower after the event, which should allow her to see where the cursed object was hidden.
But it seemed that Tianmu wouldn't trigger things that had nothing to do with her on its own. She looked at the bracelet woven from Veela hair on her wrist; her senses were now stronger.
"Maybe I should really take that course in my third year?" Hermione thought, turning and walking towards the Divination classroom.
It was only a little past eight o'clock, the curfew hadn't started yet, the students had finished eating and were mostly playing around in their respective lounges, the corridors were empty, and there weren't even any professors.
She remembered not seeing Trelawney in the auditorium; she should still be in her room, in the little attic above the divination room.
As she climbed the silver rope ladder and slipped into the classroom, she was surprised to find that a small candle was still lit there.
Professor Trelawney was sitting in her usual lecturing spot, with empty wine bottles piled up at her feet, as if waiting for her.
"Thank goodness it wasn't McGonagall's termination letter that arrived." She seemed to have drunk too much, and her speech was slurred.
"Starting in the afternoon, a huge ominous sign, like a harbinger bird, hovered over my head."
"I'm ready to drink up all my stock and then go wandering the world."
Hermione walked down from the back of the classroom: "Am I that scary, Professor?"
Trelawney pouted: "It's like a celestial body rolling over my head, the buzzing in my ears never stopping. I can't look up at that meandering thing, even the infinite divisions, even the fates scattered like embers, are all to be crushed and destroyed—"
Hermione strongly suspected that she had sensed the Supreme Will, but she had no way to prove it. This mad prophet was already miserable enough; she shouldn't let her keep looking up and courting death.
"I need help, Professor," she said softly, trying not to upset the woman whose mental state was precarious.
"Someone brought something very dangerous into the school, and I have to find it." She didn't have Tidraco.
This can be seen as an acceptance of Lockhart's proposed solution.
“Oh, yes, use your field of vision,” Trelawney said.
"But you can't activate it manually, right?"
She shifted her body slightly, and the fine sand that fell from her eyes spilled onto the ground.
"We are always playing hide-and-seek with fate. They mischievously lift the hem of our skirts, letting you see things that you think are right, but they are nothing more than crows that sing on the windowsill. You have to serve them and can't let them have the slightest dissatisfaction, otherwise, you will face endless revenge."
Hermione pulled up a chair and sat down in front of Trelawney.
"Perhaps you could offer me some suggestions instead of complaining about how fate has treated you?"
She looked at Hermione through her bandaged eyes: "Normally, the Eye of Heaven only activates when one's own safety is in danger..."
It can only be triggered actively when you personally touch the associated object.
Hermione nodded. She had verified both of these points: Lucius's instigation of the ghosts to riot would endanger her safety, hence the warning from the Eye of Heaven; and the same when the professors modified the sapphire.
Another scenario involves her identifying wands, whether by touching the fairy core metal and seeing the fairy forge, or simply by touching other people's wands, she can learn their origins.
"But to truly master the field of vision and use it freely, you need methods, which is why I can stay in this castle."
"But I can't teach you," Trelawney said, shaking her head.
"My family background, my talents, are gifts from fate. What we see are things that never happened. Tea leaves, twigs, crystal balls, and tarot cards are just different tools."
It's a way to help fools open their eyes; there's not much difference in essence.
D”
Perhaps because she had drunk too much, Trelawney seemed much more sober than usual.
"But you are different. You are an hindsight thinker. You don't look ahead. You only focus on the footprints of ants and the silk left by spiders. I can't teach you to observe them with a magnifying glass, just as a spinning wheel cannot be mounted on a carriage."
Hermione was somewhat disappointed, but it was within her expectations. She thought for a moment, and realized that the borderlands did indeed have magic for occupation—the Oracle Bubble series. That was the way the clay priests interpreted oracles.
Of course, there is another way: the old ladies who unravel fingers guide the fading ones by observing the lines on their fingers, but they mostly serve the messengers of supreme will—the fingers themselves.
The most famous one should be Granny Enya in the Hall of the Round Table, who serves Twofinger. She conveys Twofinger's guidance through the method of unraveling the fingers, leading the Faded Ones to the path of becoming kings. However, Hermione was originally just a Finger Witch, and her professional direction was different from that of the Finger Unravelers.
"If I have the means to control my vision, what else do I need?" Hermione asked.
"That would be much simpler. All you need is a strong enough determination to explore and something that's somewhat related," Trelawney said, surprised that Hermione actually had a solution.
Hermione thought for a moment, and decided that instead of holding Lockhart's hand and looking at him for a long time, she should try the oracle magic first.
She pulled a notebook from her bag; it was the one Lockhart had given her during the first practical lesson.
This is somewhat related. She then prayed to her own soul using oracle magic, asking for a response from her highly perceptive soul. Theoretically, it was quite reliable. She remembered that in the mythology of this world, Odin, the Norse god-king, had also offered a sacrifice to her.
She held up the notebook, took a deep breath, and tentatively blew out a little air.
Oracle Bubbles—The clay priests attempt to find the lost oracle within the bubbles.
Countless brightly colored bubbles floated out, and upon touching the laptop, instead of exploding, they merged into a larger bubble, enveloping the laptop and suspending it in the air.
"Oh, what kind of power is this?" Trelawney couldn't see these things, but she could feel strange disturbances, and she asked curiously.
However, Hermione didn't have time to answer her. As the bubbles refracted the candlelight, her consciousness focused as she watched the bubbles expand. The fragile and beautiful light flowed before her eyes, and she seemed to be sucked into another dimension.
The beautiful color blocks move about, yet they do not mix with each other. They move from one position to another with distinct distinctions, just like a living oil painting.