"Prophecy? Admonition? I think it's neither of these..."
Professor Trelawney looked at Elena, with some creepy pity hidden in her eyes.
"This is your fate, my dear. This may be difficult to accept at the moment, but since ancient times, prophets who have insight into the future and spy on time will encounter various unknowns in their later years. On the one hand, people hope that the prophet will clear up the fog of their future for them, on the other hand
And they will hate the tragedy that cannot be changed. On the one hand, people blindly believe in the good things in the prophecies, but on the other hand, they show doubts and anger about the bad things..."
"As for the unknown...if you are too entangled with the fate of a prophet, then you will naturally not be immune when the ominousness comes."
Most of the students in the class subconsciously took half a step back and looked at Elena in surprise.
However, Elena did not get angry or show any strong emotions. Instead, she nodded gently in agreement.
"It's true to say that. Throughout the ages, few prophets have died well, and the people around them have not had a good ending..."
She said, her eyes swept over the surrounding little wizards like frightened quails, and finally landed on the worried face of the little beaver beside her. A bright and bright smile bloomed between her eyebrows, and she looked forward meaningfully.
Professor Trelawney asked softly.
"but……"
Elena raised her eyebrows and moved her fingers gently on "Parting Through the Fog to See the Future".
"Do you know those ominous prophets in their later years? Most of them were hurt by something... I mean, when we return from the long river of time, we will have an insight into the future backlash if it really exists. What channel will it ultimately pass through?
What about appearing in the tangible world?”
Unconsciously, her voice began to sound different from before.
Professor Trelawney's tone is vague, mysterious, and ethereal full of unknown fear.
Then Elena's voice takes on a completely different aura, as majestic as that of the ancient Egyptian Pharaoh, who can determine the suffocation and nobility of a person's fate in just a few words.
"Those in power, worldly dignitaries! The Third Eye cannot be ordered to see. No matter how dynasties change and overthrow, every person in power has given the prophets enviable gifts, and at the same time, under the command of fate, it has quietly put a knot around our necks.
Get on the rope..."
really……
A sly arc appeared at the corner of Elena's mouth.
As the "corresponding author" Theresa Apokalis who initiated the project of re-editing "History of Magic", she naturally knows the footprints left by the "prophets" of all generations in the history of magic, and what their final destination is. The fall of the prophets, this can
It is said to be people's favorite part.
Mopsus, the chief prophet in the dynasty of Amphilochus, died in a quarrel between Amphilochus over the succession to the throne.
Earlier, Calchas lost to Mopsus in the "Prophet War" initiated by the royal power and was forced to commit suicide.
The legendary Cassandra Trelawney died at the end of the Trojan War.
After she became Agamemnon's concubine, she and Agamemnon were both killed by his princess...
There are countless prophets like this who died under royal authority.
The only one with a slightly different ending may be the legendary prophet Merlin in the magic world. Because he was entangled with his disciple Vivian, "Fairy of the Lake" Nisha, and "Tower Witch" Morgana at the same time, he was eventually killed.
The three witches joined forces and sealed themselves in a boulder and sank to the bottom of the lake.
all in all……
If Professor Trelawney had carefully studied the deeds of previous "prophets", then she would definitely be able to answer Elena's question.
On the other hand, this will also become Elena's greatest reliance to break the so-called "Prophet's Curse".
You know, the most famous prophet in modern times is not just Cassandra Wabraski, the author of "Looking Through the Fog to See the Future".
Before Sybill Trelawney made the prediction that changed the fate of Harry, Tom, and even the wizarding world for more than ten years, someone else made a more important prediction. As early as 1927, Grindelwald showed the consequences of World War II.
Outbreak and end of mushrooms.
Of course, the most terrifying one is the "Black Prophet" who was even deliberately erased from the "Book of Prophets".
Gellert Grindelwald showed another way decades ago, a way for "prophet" to escape the oppression of worldly powers.
"Oh? Do you mean... that the Ministry of Magic will become the 'ominous' executioner of the prophets in today's era? Even if we are an enlightened, kind, and just magical government... they may also persecute the prophets.
? This is too funny!”
Elena waved her hands somewhat exaggeratedly, with disbelief written all over her delicate little face.
The little wizards around him were whispering in a chaotic manner.
Now it seems that no one is afraid of "ominous", and the students are waiting nervously and expectantly for Professor Trelawney's response.
With last week's secret arrest and Umbridge's return to school, the undercurrent between the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts has gradually begun to spread on campus and in society. There are various rumors and speculations, and people are very curious.
Confrontations that may follow.
If Professor Trelawney is really a prophet as she said, then she must have seen all this long ago...
"Ahem, cough, I think...I think that's the end of today's class."
Professor Trelawney coughed slightly unnaturally, covered her forehead tiredly, and spoke in her most vague voice.
"get out of class is over, please pack your things. Everyone's fate cannot be escaped, but this is still far away from us..."
The entire class silently returned the teacup to Professor Trelawney, closed their books, and packed their bags.
Now, even Hermione didn't dare to raise her hand to ask questions.
Today's class is the most confusing one since she entered Hogwarts. She has now received two completely different rounds of prophecies, respectively from two "prophets" who look like "big and small liars". The most important thing is
Yes, Hermione began to feel a little shaken in her heart.
Both Elena and Professor Trelawney seem to be true prophets.
What followed was another extremely troublesome paradox:
On the one hand, the "prophet" recognized each other's identity, but on the other hand, they made antagonistic and opposite prophecies about her.
More importantly, the "ominousness" of the Ministry of Magic is now involved, which makes a group of young wizards as young as fourteen feel panicked.
"Until we meet next," said Professor Trelawney weakly, "good luck to you all. Oh, dear."
She pointed at Elena, "Perhaps you will encounter many requests... Oh, this is the fate of all prophets... However, you must learn to refuse to a certain extent, and answer questions carefully and skillfully, don't let your
The third eye is under too much pressure, otherwise"
"It's okay, Professor Trelawney"
Elena packed her schoolbag, turned back and said with a smile before walking down the stairs.
"Didn't you say that? Even if it's ominous, I like this statement very much. It makes me feel a sense of mission."
"Oh, you will understand, one day..."
Professor Trelawney's lips trembled for a few seconds, and a complicated expression flashed across her face that was hidden in the shadows again.
In the end, she didn't say anything, just let out another creepy sigh.
Following Professor Trelawney's sigh, the crowd around them once again let out ominous and disturbing whispers, followed by some unpleasant jealousy and greed. Elena raised her eyebrows.
, I am preparing to come up with some more exciting quotes from the prophet.
At this moment, Elena felt someone tugging at the back of her clothes.
"Let's go," Hermione said in her ear, "come on, let's go..."
Hermione led her down Professor Trelawney's stairs and the spiral staircase in the north tower to the school auditorium.
As they walked down, the other students in the class stepped aside one after another, their eyes full of fear and curiosity.
However, Hermione did not lead Elena directly to the school auditorium as she thought. Instead, she turned into a branch of the corridor on a certain floor in the middle and pulled her into an empty room.
Classrooms There are too many empty rooms at Hogwarts.
Hermione glanced at the empty classroom, closed the door, pressed her back against the door and looked at Elena.
"Are you a prophet? Can you predict the future? Why didn't you say it before?"
"Is this important?" Elena asked helplessly.
"It's very important!" Hermione said, "We all know what happened to the prophets in history! So..."
"I roughly understand," Elena said, gently poking Hermione on the forehead, "So Granger, you are worried about me, right? But this matter is not as serious as you think, and neither is Merlin.
The prophet... isn't he good, well... survivorship bias is a wonderful thing. Besides, predicting the future is actually not as mysterious as what is written in the textbook. I predicted it for Hogwarts many times before I went to school.
Already..."
"...You made prophecies many times at Hogwarts before you went to school?" Hermione asked in a weak voice.
She suddenly realized that she never seemed to really understand Elena Kaslana.
"What's the matter?" Elena shrugged, "It's just basic logical reasoning. Many detectives and police officers in the non-magical world can do it... As for the fact that I am a special admissions student at Hogwarts, I thought
You should know? According to the normal entrance age, Luna and I are actually in the same class."
"Basic... logical reasoning?" Hermione said, "I am not Hannah Elena. I know very well the relationship between the prophet and the detective..."
“No difference”
Elena raised her finger and whispered seriously, "Seeing into the future and knowing the future trajectory, this is the result... and prophet is just a title based on this result. Listen, if you have enough information,
If you're smart enough"
"Oh, so where did your information come from?"
"Books, newspapers, TV, that was it at first. Later, Gringotts, Hogwarts, and even the professors..."
Elena clapped her fingers and counted each one softly, while the stupid hair on her head swayed from side to side with great sincerity.
"This is my favorite way of divination. Compared to Hogwarts or the wizarding world, I prefer to call it big data algorithm. If you want to learn it, I can teach you. As for me
The content of the prediction? The so-called vision ability? Those are just fragments that occasionally appear in dreams, but when it overlaps with the Hogwarts scene, I can occasionally find some hints in it..."
"But, you know... I can't control what I want to see in my dreams, and that's hard."
"So, you are indeed a true prophet? That is to say, can you see the future?!"
Hermione stared at Elena dumbfounded, and then quickly remembered something.
"But I don't understand if you can know those things in the future, then it stands to reason that you should be a descendant of a famous prophet in the magic world. The prophet's bloodline is inherited according to blood. Does that mean you can find your own?"
"Relatives? I think I have found them. Besides...do you really not want to learn 'big data algorithm'?"
Elena said softly for the second time.
As time goes by, the magical world gradually becomes more and more confusing.
In order to continue to control the future, she had to start forming her own think tank. The "veterans" of Destiny and the "goblins" of Gringotts Wizarding Bank were not reliable. She still had to have the same skills as the Dark Lords of all generations.
Your own trusted partner.
"If you still don't understand what this means..."
Elena whispered mysteriously, "Then let me make a small 'prophecy'. Next time in the divination class, Professor Umbridge will appear in the class, and she will ask Professor Trelawney
Make predictions for her. Now, let me explain to you in detail how I predicted these things step by step..."