Chapter 173 Divination Troubles

After the divination class, Wright and his three companions walked together back to the common room.

On the way, seeing the distracted expressions of Wright, Harry, and Ron, Hermione couldn't help but said quickly:

"Do you really believe that liar? This is just her new trick."

Facing Hermione's question, Wright thought about it for a moment, and said seriously without intending to hide it:

"Indeed, she spends most of her time doing divination in a fraudulent manner and without any basis."

Hearing this, Hermione nodded in agreement and was about to say: She is a liar.

Wright shook his head and denied, "Trelawney does have a mysterious gift, which she often talks about, the Third Eye."

"That is, she occasionally prophesies unconsciously, just like what she did just now."

"Moreover, this kind of prediction is uncontrollable, and she doesn't know how she predicted it."

"Also, this talent itself is considered a curse, so she can only predict war, death, etc."

"what!!!"

This time, not only Hermione, but also Harry and Ron who didn't know what to say were shocked.

"How can this be?"

Hermione's face was full of disbelief, while Harry and Ron looked at Wright with curiosity in their eyes.

Faced with the three people's doubts and curiosity, Wright had no choice but to continue explaining:

"Sybill Patricia Trelawney! This name may be unfamiliar to you, but if you only look at her last name, you may be able to get the general idea."

As Miss Know-It-All, Hermione immediately reacted and quickly answered, "Cassandra Trelawney!"

'Cassandra Trelawney? Another person who shows up out of nowhere?'

Harry and Ron looked at each other, and their confused eyes became even more confused.

Looking at the two confused people, Wright began to explain:

"Cassandra Trelawney, a very famous fortune teller in ancient Greece!"

"Because of her beauty, Apollo, the sun god, gave her the ability to know the future."

"But because he refused Apollo's love, he was cursed by the gods! I have to say this is very Greek mythology."

"And then?"

Ron didn't intend to listen to Wright's sigh and quickly asked what happened next.

"Apollo cursed her that the prophecy she spoke would surely come true, but no one would believe it, and no one could stop it from coming."

"Cassandra foresaw that her country would be conquered and her people would be massacred."

"She spoke out, but everyone didn't believe her and said she was crazy and a liar."

"From the results, both the curse and the prophecy have come true."

After listening to Wright's explanation, Harry suddenly felt like the sky was falling. Trelawney said every day that he was going to die.

"What about Trelawney? Sybil? Does she have this ability too?" Hermione looked at Wright, her eyes full of disbelief.

"Yes! Her ancestors' predictive abilities run in her blood!"

Looking at Harry, who was injured again and turned even paler, Wright comforted him:

"It's okay Harry, as long as she didn't make the prophecy while she was unconscious, then it's all lies."

"But, what are you going to do?" Hermione looked at Wright seriously.

After hearing the comfort, Harry's color just recovered, but he was frightened pale again by Hermione's words.

"Yes! If you are right, then she did make a prophecy about you." Ron's face was also full of worry.

Looking at the nervous expressions of Harry, Hermione and Ron, Wright pondered for a moment and then comforted them with a smile.

"It doesn't matter, there will always be a way! Besides, she didn't say the exact time, what if it's thirty or fifty years later!"

Seeing that Wright didn't care, Harry and the other two calmed down a little.

As for the prophecy, Wright is certainly worried, but he is not so scared or panicked.

After all, he already knew that the crisis was coming and was making preparations before he predicted it.

In this situation, you can hold on even if there is more bad news.

In the end, it's just a matter of pulling out the magic wand and fighting. Whoever stands has the right to live.

On their way back, any little wizard who saw Wright and his group looked at them with a strange look.

Apparently, Trelawney's prophecy had spread through Hogwarts, and Wright had once again become a school celebrity.

Even when they returned to the common room, the little Gryffindor lions looked at him with more or less pity and compassion.

"Cuckoo!"

Before Wright had stayed in the common room for long, he received a letter from Dumbledore.

Seeing the familiar owl, Harry's eyes lit up: "Dumbledore! He must have a way."

"Dumbledore?" Hermione and Ron looked at Wright who was reading the letter at the same time.

After reading the letter, Wright raised it and said, "Dumbledore hopes that I can go and talk to him."

Amid the three people's expressions of great approval, Wright stood up and left, heading straight to the principal's office.

The two monster sculptures at the door still did not stop him and let him walk directly into the office.

As soon as I walked into the office, I heard a deep and kind voice: "Want some cockroach pile?"

Dumbledore, wearing a gorgeous white robe embroidered with purple and gold patterns, asked Wright with a smile.

"No, thank you!" Wright found a chair and sat down skillfully.

Dumbledore looked at Wright quietly as he sat down, and asked softly, "What do you think of Sybil's prophecy?"

Wright looked back at Dumbledore's blue eyes and said calmly, "How can I see it? I was sitting and watching."

"Perhaps this result was inevitable from the moment I took over the Philosopher's Stone."

"I will be afraid and worried, but I will not run away. I will just do it."

After listening to Wright's fearless speech, Dumbledore, like an insider, did not ask him how he knew the prophecy originated from the Philosopher's Stone.

Instead, he looked at Wright kindly and said slowly: "You are right. When faced with a crisis, we should face it head-on."

After saying this, Dumbledore started rummaging through the drawer, still asking Wright:

"Then do you have any idea about the crisis you are about to face?"

"I know a little! The Philosopher's Stone, and it's related to the witch-hunting operation promoted by the pure-blood families." Wright slowly expressed his guess.

"Indeed, you are right! This direction is correct!"

As Dumbledore spoke, he took out the small golden hourglass he had finally found from the drawer and handed it to Light.

"It will be helpful to you, but promise me first not to throw it around! It will be bad if someone finds it."

After saying that, Dumbledore playfully blinked his blue eyes at Wright.

"Time turner?"

Wright looked at Dumbledore in surprise, and reached out smoothly to take the time turner.