Chapter 314: The Prophecy
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Chapter 314: The Prophecy
"Fred and George must have no idea that one day their noses will be on public display." Ron chuckled, staring fixedly at the small patch of light above him. Harry, Hermione, and the people around them did the same.
They stood on an empty floor, or rather, within the space of a stone basin. The lighting here wasn't very bright, resembling the scene of twilight as dusk approached.
Above wasn't a ceiling but a circular bright light, very much resembling the shape of the edge of the stone basin. At the moment, a part of that bright light was blocked offa straight nose bridge, as if a giant outside was peering in at them.
Ron said with a satisfied expression, "Guess whose nose this is? I think it's George's, though not very clear, his nose looks a bit crooked."
Harry grinned, finding this quite an amusing perspective. They could also hear a buzzing voice coming from a distance, echoing:
"I see lots of little figures, little Ronnie would be the easiest to recognize, our family's redheadoh!"
The people within the stone basin watched as one of the Weasley brothers tumbled from the air, performing a dozen somersaults before landing solidly on the floor. George Weasley lifted his head, seeing his younger brother extending his hand with a mischievous grin, teasingly saying, "Your hair stands out quite well too."
George immediately got up, patted non-existent dirt off himself, and pretended, "Blame Fred, he held down my head, oh, here he comes."
Everyone looked up as another person dropped from above, a duplicate of George, and Fred landed with a loud "thud."
"That's settled!" George asked excitedly, "Harry, who do you think had a more graceful landing between the two of us?"
Harry tried to sound objective, holding back his laughter as he seriously assessed, "I'd say you, although Fred's landing sound was louder..."
The students descended one by one like dumplings into a pot, and lastly, it was Professor Harp's turn. He floated down gently, landing on the ground with a smile, "Appetizers before the grand feast, I hope you all have fun."
"Next, I'll demonstrate the true power of this magic."nove(l)bi(n.)com
As Felix spoke, he waved his hand, just as described in fairy tales. "The sky dimmed, darkness shrouded the land, and you couldn't see your hand in front of your face." Harry felt a little anxious, his heartbeat involuntarily speeding up. He tentatively called out, "Ron? Hermione? Professor?"
There was no echo, not even his own voice. In his panic, he bumped into someone, someone who seemed about to fall. He instinctively pulled them up.
"Calm down"
Professor Harp's voice said, "This is the Magic Mist, it can block ordinary light and sound. Normally, experienced individuals would choose to stay away from this area, as they don't know what they might encounter. However, if you're already trapped within it, you can use specific magic to dispel the mist, such as the Lumos spell I've taught you."
Chanting the magical syllables, light gathered in his hand, piercing through the darkness, bringing light. However, the straight and bright beams of light intertwined with the darkness, each at a loss against the other. Harry thought of a scene, a flashlight beam piercing through the darkness at night.
Just that in the professor's hand, there might be countless smaller flashlights...
At the same time, Harry recognized who was beside him. The only second-year student, "Oh, Ginny, are you alright?"
Ginny's face was as red as her hair, "I-I-I'm fine!"
Felix said, "This is the initial manifestation of this magic, and it's the minimum requirement I have for youyou can stably control it, prevent it from sapping your magic, and maintain a basic form. It looks like a large lightbulb."
"Once you become proficient, assuming your control is strong enough, you can change the form of this magic as you wish, such as a light sphere"
He extended his hand, holding a milky-white light sphere. In the Magic Mist, it exuded a warm, gentle yellow, reassuring sensation. The light grew brighter, and Harry could see vague shapes of others.
Hermione had been worried about an attack on them, which was one of the reasons she actively organized the Dueling Club. The attack had actually occurred, and if not for Sirius' sudden appearance, they might have been captured by the traitor, Scabbers, himself, and only he himself could imagine what might have happened to Hermione and Ron.
And Professor Harp? One of his respected elders had passed away that day, as Hermione had told him.
As for himself, he had even more worriesworries about what Ron worried about, worries about what Hermione worried about. Upon reuniting with Sirius, he began to worry if he was worthy of such a wonderful family. And, of course, something unexpected happened in the middle of it all...
When Harry explained these speculations to Ron and Hermione, they were equally astonished.
"Harry, this is just a coincidence!" Hermione said, still in shock, but with a hint of pride in her voice.
"Maybe, maybe it is, Trelawney the old dragonfly really does have some skill, Hermione, didn't you say before that her ancestors possessed genuine divination talents?" Ron skeptically said.
In private, he had given unliked professors nicknamesSnape was the greasy old bat, and Trelawney, with her penchant for theatrics and bug-like glasses, was referred to as the old dragonfly...
The two friends' reactions were completely opposite, leaving Harry torn between their attitudes. It wasn't until the exam day when Harry was the last to leave the classroom, returning the crystal ball that had fallen to the floor to Professor Trelawney, that things got even stranger. She rolled her eyes, stiffly supporting herself on a chair armrest, and spoke some inexplicable words. Her voice sounded as if it had gone through a rough file, hoarse and eerie:
"An unprecedented upheaval... a legendary drama unfolds from this... haclowns return to the beat, warriors stand ready, the lion ages, the phoenix is reborn... Time! Time!"
Harry was dumbfounded at the time. He was considering whether to call for help when Professor Trelawney's head drooped to her chest. She hummed and quite suddenly, her head snapped back up, standing as if nothing had happened.
"Apologies, dear child," she said as if in a dream. "It was too hot in the day, you knowI fell asleep for a bit."
Harry remained rooted to the spot, utterly speechless.
Professor Trelawney looked at Harry with astonishment, as if he had done something strange.
"What are you thinking, child?"
...
"What are you thinking, Harry?" Felix asked.
"N-Nothing," Harry hesitated for a moment, snapping back to reality. "I was just wondering, is the Pensieve's principle also related to the unnamed book?"
"Quite similar," Felix said. "Rather than the unnamed book, it's more a combination of the Room of Requirement and the Pensieve," he winked, "I received gifts from two elders."
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Chapter 314: The Prophecy
"Fred and George must have no idea that one day their noses will be on public display." Ron chuckled, staring fixedly at the small patch of light above him. Harry, Hermione, and the people around them did the same.
They stood on an empty floor, or rather, within the space of a stone basin. The lighting here wasn't very bright, resembling the scene of twilight as dusk approached.
Above wasn't a ceiling but a circular bright light, very much resembling the shape of the edge of the stone basin. At the moment, a part of that bright light was blocked offa straight nose bridge, as if a giant outside was peering in at them.
Ron said with a satisfied expression, "Guess whose nose this is? I think it's George's, though not very clear, his nose looks a bit crooked."
Harry grinned, finding this quite an amusing perspective. They could also hear a buzzing voice coming from a distance, echoing:
"I see lots of little figures, little Ronnie would be the easiest to recognize, our family's redheadoh!"
The people within the stone basin watched as one of the Weasley brothers tumbled from the air, performing a dozen somersaults before landing solidly on the floor. George Weasley lifted his head, seeing his younger brother extending his hand with a mischievous grin, teasingly saying, "Your hair stands out quite well too."
George immediately got up, patted non-existent dirt off himself, and pretended, "Blame Fred, he held down my head, oh, here he comes."
Everyone looked up as another person dropped from above, a duplicate of George, and Fred landed with a loud "thud."
"That's settled!" George asked excitedly, "Harry, who do you think had a more graceful landing between the two of us?"
Harry tried to sound objective, holding back his laughter as he seriously assessed, "I'd say you, although Fred's landing sound was louder..."
The students descended one by one like dumplings into a pot, and lastly, it was Professor Harp's turn. He floated down gently, landing on the ground with a smile, "Appetizers before the grand feast, I hope you all have fun."
"Next, I'll demonstrate the true power of this magic."nove(l)bi(n.)com
As Felix spoke, he waved his hand, just as described in fairy tales. "The sky dimmed, darkness shrouded the land, and you couldn't see your hand in front of your face." Harry felt a little anxious, his heartbeat involuntarily speeding up. He tentatively called out, "Ron? Hermione? Professor?"
There was no echo, not even his own voice. In his panic, he bumped into someone, someone who seemed about to fall. He instinctively pulled them up.
"Calm down"
Professor Harp's voice said, "This is the Magic Mist, it can block ordinary light and sound. Normally, experienced individuals would choose to stay away from this area, as they don't know what they might encounter. However, if you're already trapped within it, you can use specific magic to dispel the mist, such as the Lumos spell I've taught you."
Chanting the magical syllables, light gathered in his hand, piercing through the darkness, bringing light. However, the straight and bright beams of light intertwined with the darkness, each at a loss against the other. Harry thought of a scene, a flashlight beam piercing through the darkness at night.
Just that in the professor's hand, there might be countless smaller flashlights...
At the same time, Harry recognized who was beside him. The only second-year student, "Oh, Ginny, are you alright?"
Ginny's face was as red as her hair, "I-I-I'm fine!"
Felix said, "This is the initial manifestation of this magic, and it's the minimum requirement I have for youyou can stably control it, prevent it from sapping your magic, and maintain a basic form. It looks like a large lightbulb."
"Once you become proficient, assuming your control is strong enough, you can change the form of this magic as you wish, such as a light sphere"
He extended his hand, holding a milky-white light sphere. In the Magic Mist, it exuded a warm, gentle yellow, reassuring sensation. The light grew brighter, and Harry could see vague shapes of others.
Hermione had been worried about an attack on them, which was one of the reasons she actively organized the Dueling Club. The attack had actually occurred, and if not for Sirius' sudden appearance, they might have been captured by the traitor, Scabbers, himself, and only he himself could imagine what might have happened to Hermione and Ron.
And Professor Harp? One of his respected elders had passed away that day, as Hermione had told him.
As for himself, he had even more worriesworries about what Ron worried about, worries about what Hermione worried about. Upon reuniting with Sirius, he began to worry if he was worthy of such a wonderful family. And, of course, something unexpected happened in the middle of it all...
When Harry explained these speculations to Ron and Hermione, they were equally astonished.
"Harry, this is just a coincidence!" Hermione said, still in shock, but with a hint of pride in her voice.
"Maybe, maybe it is, Trelawney the old dragonfly really does have some skill, Hermione, didn't you say before that her ancestors possessed genuine divination talents?" Ron skeptically said.
In private, he had given unliked professors nicknamesSnape was the greasy old bat, and Trelawney, with her penchant for theatrics and bug-like glasses, was referred to as the old dragonfly...
The two friends' reactions were completely opposite, leaving Harry torn between their attitudes. It wasn't until the exam day when Harry was the last to leave the classroom, returning the crystal ball that had fallen to the floor to Professor Trelawney, that things got even stranger. She rolled her eyes, stiffly supporting herself on a chair armrest, and spoke some inexplicable words. Her voice sounded as if it had gone through a rough file, hoarse and eerie:
"An unprecedented upheaval... a legendary drama unfolds from this... haclowns return to the beat, warriors stand ready, the lion ages, the phoenix is reborn... Time! Time!"
Harry was dumbfounded at the time. He was considering whether to call for help when Professor Trelawney's head drooped to her chest. She hummed and quite suddenly, her head snapped back up, standing as if nothing had happened.
"Apologies, dear child," she said as if in a dream. "It was too hot in the day, you knowI fell asleep for a bit."
Harry remained rooted to the spot, utterly speechless.
Professor Trelawney looked at Harry with astonishment, as if he had done something strange.
"What are you thinking, child?"
...
"What are you thinking, Harry?" Felix asked.
"N-Nothing," Harry hesitated for a moment, snapping back to reality. "I was just wondering, is the Pensieve's principle also related to the unnamed book?"
"Quite similar," Felix said. "Rather than the unnamed book, it's more a combination of the Room of Requirement and the Pensieve," he winked, "I received gifts from two elders."
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Chapter 314: The Prophecy"Fred and George must have no idea that one day their noses will be on public display." Ron chuckled, staring fixedly at the small patch of light above him. Harry, Hermione, and the people around them did the same.They stood on an empty floor, or rather, within the space of a stone basin. The lighting here wasn't very bright, resembling the scene of twilight as dusk approached.Above wasn't a ceiling but a circular bright light, very much resembling the shape of the edge of the stone basin. At the moment, a part of that bright light was blocked offa straight nose bridge, as if a giant outside was peering in at them.Ron said with a satisfied expression, "Guess whose nose this is? I think it's George's, though not very clear, his nose looks a bit crooked."Harry grinned, finding this quite an amusing perspective. They could also hear a buzzing voice coming from a distance, echoing:"I see lots of little figures, little Ronnie would be the easiest to recognize, our family's redheadoh!"The people within the stone basin watched as one of the Weasley brothers tumbled from the air, performing a dozen somersaults before landing solidly on the floor. George Weasley lifted his head, seeing his younger brother extending his hand with a mischievous grin, teasingly saying, "Your hair stands out quite well too."George immediately got up, patted non-existent dirt off himself, and pretended, "Blame Fred, he held down my head, oh, here he comes."Everyone looked up as another person dropped from above, a duplicate of George, and Fred landed with a loud "thud.""That's settled!" George asked excitedly, "Harry, who do you think had a more graceful landing between the two of us?"Harry tried to sound objective, holding back his laughter as he seriously assessed, "I'd say you, although Fred's landing sound was louder..."The students descended one by one like dumplings into a pot, and lastly, it was Professor Harp's turn. He floated down gently, landing on the ground with a smile, "Appetizers before the grand feast, I hope you all have fun.""Next, I'll demonstrate the true power of this magic."novelbin.comAs Felix spoke, he waved his hand, just as described in fairy tales. "The sky dimmed, darkness shrouded the land, and you couldn't see your hand in front of your face." Harry felt a little anxious, his heartbeat involuntarily speeding up. He tentatively called out, "Ron? Hermione? Professor?"There was no echo, not even his own voice. In his panic, he bumped into someone, someone who seemed about to fall. He instinctively pulled them up."Calm down"Professor Harp's voice said, "This is the Magic Mist, it can block ordinary light and sound. Normally, experienced individuals would choose to stay away from this area, as they don't know what they might encounter. However, if you're already trapped within it, you can use specific magic to dispel the mist, such as the Lumos spell I've taught you."Chanting the magical syllables, light gathered in his hand, piercing through the darkness, bringing light. However, the straight and bright beams of light intertwined with the darkness, each at a loss against the other. Harry thought of a scene, a flashlight beam piercing through the darkness at night.Just that in the professor's hand, there might be countless smaller flashlights...At the same time, Harry recognized who was beside him. The only second-year student, "Oh, Ginny, are you alright?"Ginny's face was as red as her hair, "I-I-I'm fine!"Felix said, "This is the initial manifestation of this magic, and it's the minimum requirement I have for youyou can stably control it, prevent it from sapping your magic, and maintain a basic form. It looks like a large lightbulb.""Once you become proficient, assuming your control is strong enough, you can change the form of this magic as you wish, such as a light sphere"He extended his hand, holding a milky-white light sphere. In the Magic Mist, it exuded a warm, gentle yellow, reassuring sensation. The light grew brighter, and Harry could see vague shapes of others.Hermione had been worried about an attack on them, which was one of the reasons she actively organized the Dueling Club. The attack had actually occurred, and if not for Sirius' sudden appearance, they might have been captured by the traitor, Scabbers, himself, and only he himself could imagine what might have happened to Hermione and Ron.And Professor Harp? One of his respected elders had passed away that day, as Hermione had told him.As for himself, he had even more worriesworries about what Ron worried about, worries about what Hermione worried about. Upon reuniting with Sirius, he began to worry if he was worthy of such a wonderful family. And, of course, something unexpected happened in the middle of it all...When Harry explained these speculations to Ron and Hermione, they were equally astonished."Harry, this is just a coincidence!" Hermione said, still in shock, but with a hint of pride in her voice."Maybe, maybe it is, Trelawney the old dragonfly really does have some skill, Hermione, didn't you say before that her ancestors possessed genuine divination talents?" Ron skeptically said.In private, he had given unliked professors nicknamesSnape was the greasy old bat, and Trelawney, with her penchant for theatrics and bug-like glasses, was referred to as the old dragonfly...The two friends' reactions were completely opposite, leaving Harry torn between their attitudes. It wasn't until the exam day when Harry was the last to leave the classroom, returning the crystal ball that had fallen to the floor to Professor Trelawney, that things got even stranger. She rolled her eyes, stiffly supporting herself on a chair armrest, and spoke some inexplicable words. Her voice sounded as if it had gone through a rough file, hoarse and eerie:"An unprecedented upheaval... a legendary drama unfolds from this... haclowns return to the beat, warriors stand ready, the lion ages, the phoenix is reborn... Time! Time!"Harry was dumbfounded at the time. He was considering whether to call for help when Professor Trelawney's head drooped to her chest. She hummed and quite suddenly, her head snapped back up, standing as if nothing had happened."Apologies, dear child," she said as if in a dream. "It was too hot in the day, you knowI fell asleep for a bit."Harry remained rooted to the spot, utterly speechless.Professor Trelawney looked at Harry with astonishment, as if he had done something strange."What are you thinking, child?"..."What are you thinking, Harry?" Felix asked."N-Nothing," Harry hesitated for a moment, snapping back to reality. "I was just wondering, is the Pensieve's principle also related to the unnamed book?""Quite similar," Felix said. "Rather than the unnamed book, it's more a combination of the Room of Requirement and the Pensieve," he winked, "I received gifts from two elders."Thank you for reading this far! You can access more chapters from HERE by joining my Patreon community. You'll gain exclusive early access to the COMPLETE NOVEL.As a member of my Patreon community, here is what you'll get:For $5Early access to 100s of chapters before they go public. You also get access to all the novels I'm translating, you can find them here HERE.Your name will be featured on the "Wall of Gratitude".The power to vote on which novel I translate next.You Get Ad-free Chapters.For $10You get to suggest a Novel for me to translate.You get access to Digital art.Your name featured on the "Wall of Gratitude" in gold.For $20You get to recommend a Novel and I will immediately start translating it.Your name featured on the "Wall of Gratitude" in blue.Don't let this amazing opportunity slip through your fingers!
