great-warnovel Chapter 375 Looking Back
Chapter 375 Looking Back
Chapter 375 Looking Back
Krum was placed on the second floor of the newly opened Leaky Cauldron (the Hog's Head was too dirty and messy), but Hermione had no interest in going to the Gleaming Stone Hall to study magic anymore.
The scenes in her hallucination kept flashing before her eyes: the tragic scene like a final battle on the brink of the apocalypse, the obviously abnormal moon—everything about it made her extremely concerned.
"Grindelwald was a famous prophet. Before the war, he had gathered a large number of believers through prophecies. Even if he had deliberately chosen the worst scenario he saw, it is possible that it would come true."
Hermione pondered to herself, realizing that the Dark Lord was clearly very confident, knowing that even if Hermione was determined not to see him, she would definitely be unable to sit still after seeing this prophecy.
"Where did those monsters come from? Was that unusually large moon myself? Voldemort wasn't quite dead by then?"
"And even when the situation was so dire, I didn't summon Dumbledore again to help?"
Deep in her heart, she harbored a profound fear of the Dark Moon. This seemingly harmless Outer God had silently orchestrated everything. Although he hadn't done anything to harm her so far, this prophecy made Hermione even more wary of him. The moon in the prophecy might be her out-of-control self.
"But if there really was such an obvious crisis, as someone who also possesses the Heavenly Eye, I should have had the foresight to warn me in time."
She walked through the castle with a heavy heart, and before she knew it, she had arrived at the bottom of the rope ladder that occupied the classroom.
"Alright, let's ask Professor Trelawney for her opinion. She's a prophet too, and closer to me—"
During the Battle of Hogwarts, perhaps because she glimpsed a sliver of the Dark Moon's reflection, the blind prophetess suffered a tremendous mental shock. Although she managed to expel what she shouldn't have seen with the Oracle Bubble at the last moment...
She also took care of many enemies along the way, but she needed a long time to recover after the battle before she could finally resume her classes.
It's been a long time since I've been to reserve this classroom. It's changed a lot since then. Bubbles containing strange images float on the ceiling, rising and falling, each telling a different story. Some students are even launching themselves out of them.
There were those who fell into the Black Lake; those who were scared by the horsemen who put their children out at night on the barbecue grill; and those who had an accident on their way to Gringotts, with half of their buttocks landing in the castle.
"It seems that entrusting the Oracle Bubble spell to her was the right choice," Hermione thought.
Trelawney sealed all the possible scenarios she saw into bubbles, like prophetic orbs, which helped stabilize her mind. As for whether the future in the bubbles would actually come true, that depended on whether the student believed it.
"Come to the back, I'm making tea," Trelawney's voice came from the office connecting to the attic classroom.
"She wasn't drinking," Hermione exclaimed in surprise as she walked down the lecture hall, lifting the thick cover to see the Prophet nestled by the fireplace, sipping his hot tea.
She looked much thinner, but not drinking seemed to have improved her spirits considerably. Next to the round sofa was a coal stove.
Hot water was bubbling away on top, and the source of heat for the coal stove was actually a divine bubble with a blazing interior.
"You saw me again?" Hermione asked softly.
"No, I can control my curiosity very well now," Trelawney said calmly.
"I will no longer pry into anything about you—sit down and have a drink together. Although the weather is nice, it's always good to have some hot tea in winter."
In this era, tea was a scarce commodity, and only Beauxbatons could obtain this oriental specialty; they even built their own tea plantation.
"You came to me because you are confused about the future. The Heavenly Eye allows us to see more, but it also makes us more confused than ordinary people."
Hermione sat down and sipped her tea, feeling the warm, bitter tea flow down her throat.
"Yes, I saw a very terrible sight, no less terrible than the disaster of fifty years ago."
Trelawney showed no alarm at the terrible future; her empty, sandy eyes were lowered as she listened intently to Hermione's description.
"The person who made that prophecy clearly told me that it was a prophecy for me." Hermione did not explicitly say it was Grindelwald.
"Fifty years ago, the Dark Lord foresaw the coming of nuclear war. He clearly told all the wizards present that the prophecy belonged to all of them." Trelawney was not a fool. In this day and age, there are only two people who can make true prophecies, one living in the tower of Hogwarts and the other in New Paris.
"And as he said, the flames of destruction descended upon every wizard, Muggle technology tore the world apart, and civilization nearly perished."
Although that's what she said, Hermione still sensed the "art of language" in Trelawney's description.
If we really want to talk about who was responsible for the nuclear bomb destroying the world, we could say that Grindelwald started the war, or that the Muggle invented the nuclear bomb, or even that the goblin who betrayed the wizard.
This prophecy belongs to all wizards, but it is not all wizards who caused the prophecy to come true.
This thought reassured her somewhat: "So Grindelwald was just trying to scare me?"
Trelawney shook her head, blowing away the sand that had fallen into her teacup. "I don't know. Prophets usually don't comment on the prophecies of other prophets. We try not to get tangled up; it's the greatest respect we can show to fate."
This once impulsive woman has now learned her lesson.
"Then what can I do to prevent the prophecy from coming true?" the witch asked, rephrasing her question.
But Trelawney continued to shake her head: "Weren't the wizards who followed the Dark Lord back then also trying to prevent that prophecy from coming true?"
"Even Grindelwald himself probably couldn't have predicted that his actions would directly lead to the end of the world."
She turned her head and stared at the girl with empty eyes: "Be careful, your attempt to defy fate is exactly the same as mine once was."
Hermione was startled. She suddenly realized that she had unknowingly fallen into a vicious cycle of trying to fight against and escape the prophecy. It was clearly just a possibility, and the more she cared about it and the more she wanted to avoid it, the more likely that future would come to pass.
For the people of this world, fate is just a vague and ambiguous concept, but for Hermione, fate also represents the subtle influence of the Dark Moon. The Outer God has authority in this regard, using the stars to illuminate the trajectory of everyone.
"Prophets are always arrogant—"
Trelawney seemed to have drifted off into her own world again, her head bowed, murmuring as if she were dozing off.
"The more you see, the more you want to change. Prometheus set a bad precedent for us; those who foresee are always trapped in the day yet to come."
"Those who see the future—you shouldn't be like us—"