RNP Chapter 489 The Prophecy of the Crystal Ball
Chapter 489 The Prophecy of the Crystal Ball
Chapter 489 The Prophecy of the Crystal Ball
After Charms class, Siren found a suitable opportunity to tell Harry that he might not be able to teach him Occlumency.
However, he still recommended a few books to Harry that might be useful.
"The Greatest Spell of the Middle Ages," "Lock Your Mind," and "The Seventy-Seven Spells Every Auror Needs"—in the library, Harry looked at the three books stacked higher than the table in front of him and felt completely overwhelmed.
"These...are all things I need to see?" he asked blankly.
Fifth grade already has a lot of courses, not to mention countless assignments and three Quidditch training sessions a week. He's practically a Golden Snitch with all that work, so where would he find the time to read such a thick book?
"Ah, you don't need to read them all," Siren said. "Besides the book 'Lock Your Brain,' you only need to read the parts about Occlumency on the other two."
"Oh, that's alright." Harry breathed a slight sigh of relief.
Although the book "Lock Your Brain" is also very thick, it's not as exaggerated as the other two. If he tries hard enough to squeeze in some time, he still has a chance to finish reading it.
The two first carried the three large and thick books back to their dormitory before going to the auditorium for lunch.
Before class in the afternoon, Harry, having nothing to do, casually flipped through the book that Siren had emphasized.
It was filled with crooked, tiny handwriting, like bees, and in the middle of each page were slightly creepy brain pictures.
Moreover, those brains seemed to possess some kind of magic; Harry only glanced at them and felt dizzy. It was like lying on a sunny lawn after lunch, feeling very sleepy and wanting to take a good nap—
After an unknown amount of time, a piercing buzzing sound brought Harry back to his senses.
Did I really fall asleep just now?
Harry rubbed his face and couldn't resist glancing at the contents of the book again.
This time there wasn't anything particularly special about it, but looking at those awkward sentences and countless notes, Harry suddenly realized that his previous understanding of Occlumency might have been a little inaccurate.
The various precautions and notes alone filled thirty pages. Is this really a simple curse?
The buzzing continued until Harry reached out and patted a golden Snitch model next to him, and the room finally quieted down again.
That was a Christmas gift from Celen last year—a magic timer that would remind him ten minutes before class started, as long as he kept his schedule nearby.
It's a very useful little gadget; since I got it, Harry has never been late for work in the morning again.
Wait, late?
"Oh no!"
Harry quickly closed the book, then leaped up and ran out the door as fast as he could.
He almost forgot that the next period was the end of get out of class.
For other classes, ten minutes is more than enough to get to the classroom, but the Divination class requires going to the North Tower, which is quite far from the Gryffindor common room, making it a bit rushed.
Even though Harry ran there, he still managed to climb the rope ladder just before the bell rang at the last second. Under Professor Trelawney's watchful gaze, he lowered his head and sat down in his seat.
"Where did you go?" Xilun asked.
"I didn't go anywhere, I stayed in the dorm the whole time," Harry said.
"No way." Xiren frowned. "I knocked on the door when I came, but there was no response at all. I thought you and Ron had arrived early."
"I—I didn't hear you," Harry whispered, then told Siron about how he had been reading and his consciousness had suddenly become hazy.
"I hope there's something wrong with that book—" he asked with some concern.
"No, that won't happen." Xilun fiddled with the crystal ball he had just bought, explaining, "This is probably because it's your first time using Occlumency Technique. It'll be fine after you watch it a few more times."
"Really?" Harry was still a little worried.
"Don't worry, if there's any real problem, Mrs. Pince will definitely put it in the restricted section."
Harry thought about it and realized that was indeed the case.
At Hogwarts Library, all magical books that might have an impact on students are placed in the restricted section and can only be borrowed with a professor's signature.
When he borrowed the book, Mrs. Pince did not ask for her signature.
The lesson on divination was still about dream interpretation, and Professor Trelawney seemed to particularly enjoy this method of divination.
She also selected a few students and personally helped them interpret the contents of their dreams.
But it was clear that the students she had chosen were not very happy, because Professor Trelawney always made some terrible predictions, which would make people worry for days.
Although countless facts have proven that none of the students she predicted ended up being in any serious trouble, it's still not a pleasant thing.
Harry was one of the lucky ones chosen this time. He had a sudden inspiration and described the nightmare he had that day to Professor Trelawney in a different way.
"I dreamt of an evil fire dragon—yes, it was terrifying. It was throwing a tantrum, and all the animals around it were lying on the ground begging for its forgiveness—"
"A very interesting dream," Professor Trelawney said with interest. "A fire dragon—powerful force."
Temper tantrums are a sign of instability. The animals living around us, perhaps family or friends—from this perspective—oh!
Professor Trelawney seemed to have seen something terrible and suddenly let out a short gasp.
This strange behavior instantly piqued everyone's interest.
Siren looked up from the crystal ball she had just bought and saw that she was looking at Harry with a pitying gaze.
"Oh, my dear, poor child—" Professor Trelawney's voice trembled slightly, "Dreaming of dragons is never a good thing—a powerful force will turn your family and friends against you—"
Everyone's eyes immediately fell on Harry, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.
Only after Professor Trelawney left, glancing back every few steps, did he mutter a complaint to Siron.
"I should have guessed this would happen; she never reveals any good news."
Harry irritably tossed the "Dream Interpretation Guide" aside, not believing a word of what Professor Trelawney had just said.
"So, Sirius, are you going to fight the Dursleys because your family and friends have turned against you?" Harry said, somewhat amused. "If that happens, could you give Dudley an extra punch for me?"
"If there's an opportunity, of course, no problem," Xiren said with a smile.
But then, something unexpected happened.
As soon as Xilun finished speaking, the crystal ball he placed on the table suddenly changed. The thick white mist inside slowly became clearer, and then two figures appeared in the crystal ball.