HP Magic Biography

You mean, there are other people in the Room of Requirement. Harry was a little surprised. It stands to reason that this time period is not a rest time at all, and Fan Lin has just met...

So, at this time, being able to wander around Hogwarts Castle... Harry could only think of Malfoy for the first time.

It must be admitted that this is also related to Harry's failure in the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets. It is hard to understand why he has been unable to open the Chamber of Secrets, while Malfoy can.

Or, Malfoy in the Room of Requirement?

You know, the Room of Requirement has a way to divide a separate space, for example, Fan Lin divided it into a separate space.

Harry stared at Troney: Is it a man or a woman?

My risky guess is that it's a man. Professor Traunie replied playfully, and what came out of her nostrils was the smell of sherry.

Does that sound really happy? Harry wondered.

Troney took a deep breath: Very happy.

What...are you celebrating?

I'm sure of that. Traoney sniffled.

Harry roughly imagined the scene, the same.

Then what?

Then I asked 'who's there'?

Is there no other way for you to recognize people other than making a sound? Harry was a little disappointed.

The eye of the sky... said Troney proudly, straightening her shawl and strings of sparkling beads, seeing the essence through the 'hehe' of the worldly world....

Oh...you're right! Harry hastily interrupted Professor Trauni. In the past few years, Harry had heard too much Trauni's tune about Eye of the Sky, even now, Harry has already reluctantly agreed with Trouni's talent for prophecy. After all, the predictions about him are still extremely accurate, and Voldemort believes in it.

However, Harry still had a hard time accepting Troney in her usual state.

A qualified magic stick, or an out-and-out old liar.

Then did he answer you who he is?

No, she replied, everything went dark all of a sudden, and the next thing that happened was—I was thrown headfirst and backward.

Aren't you even a little bit prepared? Harry asked hopelessly.

No. I told you it was pitch black. Trauni looked at the sleepy Harry angrily.

I think you'd better inform Headmaster Dumbledore, said Harry, he'd be interested in what's going on here, I mean the thing about someone throwing you out of the Room of Requirement.

Unexpectedly, Trauni interrupted him very arrogantly.

The headmaster has made it clear that he doesn't want to see me often, Trouni said coldly, I'm not a worthless person who comes and goes as soon as I call. It's Dumbledore who ignored Tarot. Card forewarning! Her bony hands snapped at Harry's wrists.

Time and time again, no matter how much I prophesy... Then she dramatically pulled a card from under her shawl, Lightning flashed across the castle... disaster fell from the sky!

That's right! Harry echoed, but I still think you should tell Principal Dumbledore about the situation, you see, it's getting dark all around, you and your bottles and cans are thrown out...

You think so? Trauni thought for a moment and looked as if she was struggling to see Dumbledore, but it seemed to Harry that she was actually rehearsing her encounter speech.

After all, being a professor at Hogwarts, then being thrown out of the house, no doubt the professors were in class, and now the idlers at Hogwarts are Dumbledore... well... that's not quite right... …

Besides Mr. Filch, there was only Professor Traunie left.

Everyone loves to take Firenze's class, even the centaur talks about it, in fact, they often discuss it in private, if the prophecy class is really useful,

Why has Hogwarts never walked out of any kind of prophet for a long time, in contrast to the seminary of the Holy See...

This is bad, blind faith is a group of madmen with fanaticism.

Oh, come on... I just want to meet Dumbledore, Harry said helplessly, he couldn't just sit and watch Professor Troney being bullied by the students, especially now that Professor Troney was in a state of mind wandering ,Let's go together.

Oh, if that's the case...well, Professor Traunie responded with a smile. She leaned over to pick up the sherry bottles and tossed them casually into a large blue and white vase nearby.

Speaking of which, why didn't I see you in my class? Trouni said enthusiastically, You won't be a prophet, but you are a good one, and your friend, the one named Fan Lin Children, all the things entangled in the two of you...

Unknown! Harry replied with some disgust.

In fact, he loathes himself as the object of Trouni's constant prophecy of death.

I'm very worried, continued Troney, that the horse, oh, sorry, the centaur doesn't know how to divination with cards. I asked him...of course...the discussion between the seers...has Didn't see the disaster coming, but he thought I was funny, yes, funny!

She roared hysterically, and Harry felt the sherry spurt from the abandoned bottle.

Maybe the horse heard the rumors that I didn't inherit magical gifts from my great-grandmother. There's been envy and suspicion all these years, and you know who I mean, Harry. Headmaster Dumbledore put me in this great school. Isn't it because I have proved it to him that I have given me so much trust in teaching at the school?

Harry responded vaguely, this was probably the thing Troney was most proud of and also the last thing Harry wanted to face.

Yin-handed Voldemort?

This is not something everyone can do.

I still vividly remember my first meeting with him, Trooney continued in her characteristic hoarse voice, he was impressed, yes, deeply shocked by me... I was staying at the Hog's Head that day, and by the way I was a little on the ropes, my dear boy. Dumbledore very politely told me to meet in a hotel room. He asked me some questions, and I must admit, at first, I thought He looked ill, and had some kind of prejudice against prophecy... I was a little surprised, I didn't eat much that day, but then...

Now, Harry was paying attention to her, because he knew what happened next: Troyne's prophecy changed his life...about him and Voldemort!

What's next? Harry responded sharply. Trauni needed an audience who could cater to him, at least that's what Katie and the others did.

But then, our conversation was interrupted roughly by Snape.

What! Harry said in shock.

Yeah. There was some confusion outside at first, then the door flew open, and the vulgar bartender and Snape were standing in front of me, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. , Snape was also looking for work at the time, and... no doubt, he was gathering information! Anyway, Dumbledore seemed eager to work with me, he was fascinated by my humility, calmness, ability, and put it Call it self-motivated. A stark contrast to the boy who only knows how to peep through the keyhole. Harry, dear?

Turning her head, she noticed that Harry had stopped ten feet away, and couldn't help calling out, Harry?

Perhaps it was because Harry's face was too pale, and Professor Traunie was concerned and frightened. Harry just stood there quietly, his heart surging! Time stood still.

Huge waves hit the rock in his chest again and again, roaring and rolling.

It's Snape! It was Snape who overheard the prophecy! It was Snape who told Voldemort the secret! It was Snape and Peter Pettigrew who encouraged Voldemort to kill Lily and James!

Of course, nothing matters now, but...

All of a sudden, Harry's chest was about to explode, and he clearly outlined the whole process!

Harry? Trauni's voice seemed to come gradually from a distance, Harry, I think we'd better meet the principal together.

You stay here. The voice came out of Harry's numb lips, a little hoarse, which made Tlauney feel uncomfortable.

But, dear, I'm going to tell Dumbledore about the attack.

I said! You stay here! Harry growled angrily, he couldn't control his emotions at all now.

Harry ran past the terrified Professor Trelawney, and disappeared into the corridor where Dumbledore's dribble monster was standing guard. He called out the command to the monster, stepped across the spiral staircase, and beat the headmaster frantically. Office door.

When Dumbledore's calm answer sounded, Harry had already rushed in.

It became very cold here, and when the door was opened, a gust of cold wind made Harry's cheeks hurt.

Faintly, there seemed to be a flash of blue brilliance, but Harry didn't care, just looked at Dumbledore angrily!

Dumbledore stood by the window, looking at the playground, with a long black cloak around his wrist, it seemed that he was a bit cold and was about to put it on.

Oh, you're here, I'm still wondering when you'll be here.

Hearing this, Harry hesitated a little. It wasn't Dumbledore's fault, or did Dumbledore deliberately...

Yes, Professor... Harry responded bluntly, and sat down on the chair opposite Dumbledore's desk.

For a while, the two fell into silence. They were very sensitive, and both Dumbledore and Harry felt that something was wrong.

Filled with anger at Snape, Harry's desire to fight to the death grew stronger in just a few minutes, and it was clearly written on his face.

Dumbledore turned from the window and looked at Harry closely, with an imperceptible worry behind his silver-rimmed glasses.

Finally Dumbledore spoke first.

What happened to you?

Nothing. Harry lied quickly.

What's bothering you? Dumbledore asked calmly.

I'm not upset!

Harry, you're not a good Occlument...

These words ignited the anger in Harry's heart like a spark, and in an instant, a huge volume surged up from Harry's chest, breaking through his throat...

Snape! said Harry loudly, it was Snape! He told Voldemort the contents of the prophecy, it was he! He was eavesdropping outside the door, and Troney told me!

Dumbledore's expression remained the same, but Harry felt his face pale even more against the blood-red sunset.

It was a long time before Dumbledore spoke.

When did you find out? he said finally.

Just now! Harry tried not to growl, and then, suddenly, he couldn't help it anymore, You made him teach here, and he made Voldemort kill my parents!

Harry, said Dumbledore quietly, listen to me, Professor Snape has committed a terrible...

Don't tell me it was a mistake, sir, not all mistakes are worth forgiving, it was he who eavesdropped! Harry responded loudly, as if he wanted to wash away all Dumbledore's sophistry.

Please let me finish, Harry...Professor Snape made a terrible mistake the night he overheard the prophecy, mind you, at the time, he was Voldemort's subordinate. Of course, he would have been eager to put It told his master. But he didn't know...he couldn't know...which boy was said in the prophecy, and didn't know that his parents would die, didn't know that your parents would die.

Harry let out a sad laugh. He hated my father as much as he hated Sirius! Don't you see, Professor, how the people Snape hated died, and what the living suffered?

After Voldemort acted according to the prophecy, you don't know how much he regretted, Harry, I believe that was the greatest confession of his life. He returned to...

He's a pretty good liar, isn't he? Harry said, his voice shaking as he tried to calm himself. Didn't Voldemort believe he was on his side too? How can you be sure he's on our side? What if it was the same as before? He betrayed us, just like he betrayed his master! Up to now, Snape still calls him the Dark Lord, which is a title only for Death Eaters... Yes, he Just a Death Eater, like Igo Karkaroff! They're both...

Harry seemed to have exhausted his strength, he had no motivation to continue, which was a relatively scary fact, no matter what!

Dumbledore didn't speak for a while, he looked as if he was trying to make up his mind, and finally he said: I'm sure, Harry... I completely trust Severus Snape.

Harry took a deep breath to calm himself. But this doesn't work.

But, I don't believe him! he cried, just as loudly as before. He's plotting something with Draco Malfoy right now, right under your nose, but you still...

We've talked about this, Harry, said Dumbledore, his voice now stern.

I've made it clear to you my opinion.

You're leaving school tonight, so I bet you couldn't have imagined that Snape and Malfoy might decide to...

What? asked Dumbledore, raising his eyebrows. Exactly, what do you suspect they are doing?

I... they must be doing something!

Harry clenched his fists as he spoke, and now, he was almost sure that everything Fan Lin said was well-founded.

Malfoy was plotting to sabotage and even kill Dumbledore at the school, and not just in Myrtle's bathroom, but even right under their noses, in the Room of Requirement.

Harry's intuition completely locked on to Malfoy, the culprit who attacked Professor Troney?