great-warnovel Chapter 141 The Rules of Prophecy
Chapter 141 The Rules of Prophecy
Chapter 141 The Rules of Prophecy
Finally, the color blocks in front of me stabilized, but they were still blurry.
She couldn't make out the specific scenes; it was as if there was a piece of frosted glass in front of her that was too rough, and she could only vaguely make out the environment and the people moving around.
Two clumps of dark green paint formed two human figures, and when they came together, they emitted a repulsive and nauseating odor.
The taller one spoke up: "Damn it, the curse has been interrupted! The cursed artifacts in the school have been destroyed!"
The shorter one spoke next, and it was a woman's voice: "The Malfoys are still unreliable; they can't even hide something properly."
"Next time he comes out, we need to teach him a lesson."
"Don't kill him, he's still useful."
That woman's voice was full of malice; in Hermione's eyes, she was like a clump of mud that kept shaking and overflowing.
"As long as that house-elf is still in our hands, we don't have to worry about him playing any tricks. This is the last straw that old Malfoy left him."
Hermione finally understood why Draco would cooperate with the Death Eaters.
"What do we do next? Now that they're on guard, it'll be difficult to let that kid bring any more in."
"We need to hide for a while to make sure those people in the castle aren't planning to use Draco to lure us out."
"What about the master's mission?" the tall man asked.
"Are you stupid? We're risking our lives for him just to share the secret of immortality, not to actually give up our lives for him!" the woman scolded angrily.
"You almost got burned alive by the UMNO last time, haven't you learned your lesson?!"
The patch of green paint representing her took a few steps, then stopped and said, "At least we have to wait until spring, until they lower their guard again!"
"And we can't send any more cursed items in; we have to succeed in one fell swoop!"
"Let the Malfoy lad lure him out! With the basilisk and the cursed artifacts around, killing him will be a piece of cake!"
"But I'd better stay as far away from the castle as possible. How about I make a port key? I don't want to run into Dumbledore."
"Oh! And that Hermione Granger too! Lure her out and kill her as well!"
Hermione sneered. These people were indeed still up to no good. However, they had Lockhart's sisters' bones and Voldemort's basilisk as backup, so their fighting power should not be underestimated.
Just as I was thinking this, the scenery in front of me suddenly changed.
This time, the colors were no longer blurry. She could clearly see that she was in the castle, looking down at the students below from a floating, aerial perspective.
Draco was sneaking around the corridor, deliberately avoiding other students. He lingered on the stairs and around the corners for a long time before finally finding a quiet spot and slipping into the defense class classroom.
He pulled out a dirty conjoined doll, frowned as if he was hesitating, but after a moment he looked up, glanced around a few times, and finally chose a spot he liked.
It was a dried-up Greendillo specimen, its withered claws mixed with the seaweed model used for shaping, like a clump of filthy floating debris. No student wanted to touch it, not even George and Fred. They had probably been there for hundreds of years.
Draco walked over, stuffed the rag doll deep into the seaweed, and fiddled with the leaves a couple of times to make sure it was completely undetectable from the outside.
The image gradually distorts, the colors that make up the scenery slowly melt away, and finally turn back into beautiful bubbles.
Hermione snapped out of her daze; she had achieved her goal.
It seems I can use this trick to find information more often in the future. I have to say, being a prophet is really quite convenient.
"You're back?" Trelawney seemed to be able to sense Hermione's condition.
"These are much better than crystal balls, but you can't throw them at people."
"That's not necessarily true." Having found useful information, Hermione's mood improved considerably.
"You don't want to see these bubbles burst."
She turned around, intending to rush to the defense class classroom immediately, but then she remembered something and stopped in her tracks.
"If you're interested, I'll take some time in the next few days to write down the techniques for Oracle Bubble on paper and send them to you."
She believed Trelawney had a way of reading it; after all, this was the magical world.
Just as Trelawney disliked her, she hadn't really liked this crazy woman before either.
If we were to delve into the reasons, it would be that the moment she saw her, she felt that she was neither intelligent nor self-controlled enough.
For anyone with a prophetic talent, the most important thing is not the skill of discerning fate, but the reverence for fate.
She later learned that Trelawney was from a famous family of prophets, and that the name Sybil was a descendant of a priestess from ancient Greece, who was said to have been favored by Apollo and possessed prophetic abilities.
Her talent is so outstanding that she may prefer to rely on her talent rather than hard work and intelligence.
She was reckless and whimsical, wanting to use her weak and barren soul to peer into the unfathomable fate of an entire world, like an arrogant ant trying to lift an elephant.
In terms of the outcome, it was fortunate that only his eyes were burned. If it had happened at the border, and some old man with the ability to decipher the fingerprints of the supreme will had tried to find them, he would probably have been completely crushed, and not even a single rune would have remained.
However, the wizards in this world are very mischievous. Their prank candies can burn through tongues, and their sports activities often result in broken necks. Parents let their children capture cannibals to play with. It is said that when there was a Ministry of Magic, children could apply to use the Time-Turner as early as the third grade.
Hermione couldn't believe that letting a child run around with something that supposedly travels through time was safe. Did they really think that just giving a few words of advice on how to use it would make everything alright? Thankfully, all those rule-breaking gadgets were blown up in the sky decades ago.
From this perspective, Trelawney is simply looking for a way to save the world, which is a million times more reliable than anyone else.
So she gradually let go of her prejudice against Professor Zhanxia. Perhaps the Oracle Bubble magic could help her, making her vision clearer and less dangerous.
The corridor was pitch black, and it was almost time for the lights to go out. However, during the Christmas holidays, the professors would be more lenient and would not come out to patrol so early. As long as the students did not do anything too outrageous, they would turn a blind eye.
When Hermione pushed open the door to the Defense Defence class classroom, two unexpected figures appeared inside.
"Draco? Mrs. Malfoy?"
Standing in the room were two people Hermione had never expected. Narcissa, holding the cursed doll, was looking at Hermione, who had just entered the room, her face pale.
"You—you, the professors all know?" Her voice trembled, and she almost dropped the doll.
"No, only Professor Lockhart and I know at the moment." Hermione shook her head.
"The professor has woken up, and he begged me not to tell anyone else yet." She looked at Draco standing behind Narcissa, who was standing there with his head down, looking lost and confused.
"But I haven't made up my mind about all of this yet."