Hogwarts Study Panel

Chapter 529-527: Sheen's Heavenly Eye (4k)

Professor Trelawney then began instructing everyone on how to pour water into their teacups.

For the first time, Sheen did not follow the professor's instructions, but instead silently pondered Professor Trelawney's words.

A true prophecy, foreshadowing the destiny to come.

Fate is a constant presence throughout the story.

It all began with that famous prophecy, and the person who lauded it is none other than Professor Trelawney, who stands before us.

and so……

An unappreciated ending, a deviation from the predetermined path...

Sheen's hand holding the teacup trembled slightly. While everyone was gulping down their water, a well-preserved photograph floated out of Sheen's black cloth bag.

Sheen watched it, and then it began to fade.

Headmaster Dumbledore's grey eyes stopped blinking, Professor Snape's cold face lost its warmth, and Lupin held a wine glass, the red liquid contrasting sharply with his pale cheeks...

Does the prophecy say that the ending will be rewritten?

Sheen put the photos away.

The young wizards' teacups were almost full, and they returned to the table, quickly gulping down the scalding hot tea.

Then, following Professor Trelawney's instructions, they shook the tea leaves a few times to drain the tea and exchanged cups.

"Take a closer look..."

Professor Trelawney spoke in a daze as he approached Ron's table.

"alright,"

Ron felt pressured and quickly spoke, turning to pages five and six of his textbook.

What can you see in my cup?

"A bunch of damp, brownish stuff."

Harry then added.

The strong smell of cigarettes in the room made him feel numb and drowsy.

But with Professor Trelawney right above him, he simply couldn't sleep.

"Broaden your minds, my dears, let your vision transcend worldly boundaries!"

Professor Trelawney's voice rang out in the dimly lit classroom.

Harry was startled, as were the young wizards who were trembling as they examined the teacup.

Sheehan even saw Neville break another teacup.

Harry forced himself to cheer up:

"By the way, there's a crooked cross in your cup..."

He said, referring to "Seeing the Future Through the Fog,"

"That means you will have 'hardship and suffering'—I'm sorry—but there's also something like the sun."

Wait… that means ‘great joy’… so you will suffer, but feel extremely happy…”

"They're talking nonsense..."

Hermione seemed to be provoked by Professor Trelawney's sudden fainting and then waking up.
“I’ve seen a lot of scammers like this, right next to my dad’s clinic…”

She said to Sheehan.

"Perhaps it is..."

Sheen echoed softly.

“Oh, Harry, how can I be both miserable and happy? If you ask me, you need to test your third eye.”

Ron said with a grin, and Professor Trelawney glared at them, so they had to try their best to hold back their laughter.

"My turn..."

Ron stared intently at Harry's teacup, his forehead wrinkling with worry.

"This part looks a bit like a tall, round hat,"

He says,

"Maybe you'll be going to work for the Ministry of Magic..."

He turned the teacup around.

"But looking at it this way, it looks more like an acorn... What is it then?"

He glanced at his book, "Seeing the Future Through the Fog."
"An unexpected income, a windfall."

That's great, can you lend me some? Here's something else too,"

He turned the cup around again.

"It looks like an animal. Yes, if that's its head...like a hippopotamus...no, a sheep..."

"Of course they can't tell...they...but Sheehan, do you believe what she said?"

Ron's words made Hermione even more anxious. She slammed the book on the table and asked.

"Hmm... but maybe Ron is right."

Sheen responded.

Ron is definitely right.

Instead, they are all correct.

Harry will become the Head of the Auror Office at the Ministry of Magic, and Sheehan knows that Sirius Black is already preparing for that windfall... namely, the rocket crossbow.

So it seems... Ron is probably the one with the real talent?
"Sheen...you're acting really strange today."

Hermione glared at Sheehan with displeasure.
"She's acting all eccentric, how did she catch your 'infect' thing..."

On the other side, after hearing Ron's words, Harry's reaction was the same as Hermione's. He laughed sarcastically, but unexpectedly Professor Trelawney suddenly turned around.

"Honey, let me see."

She said this to Ron with displeasure, and quickly walked over and snatched Harry's teacup from his hand.

The students all quieted down and watched. Professor Trelawney stared at the teacup and turned it counterclockwise.

“Eagle… darling, you have a mortal enemy.”

"This is something everyone knows."

Hermione deliberately spoke so that everyone could hear.

Professor Trelawney stared at her.

"That's right,"

Hermione said,
"Everyone knows about Harry and the Man of Darkness."

Harry and Ron looked at her with a mixture of surprise and admiration.

They had never heard Hermione speak to a teacher like that before.

Professor Trelawney did not answer.

She lowered her frighteningly large eyes and examined Harry's teacup again, continuing to turn it around.

"A big stick...an attack. Good heavens, good heavens, this is not a pleasant cup..."

"The 'Hit-Man Willow'... Sheen wondered if he was overthinking it."

But the centaur teacher told him that there are no coincidences in prophetic magic.

"I thought it was a tall, round hat."

Ron said nervously.

"Skull... your path is fraught with danger, my dear..."

Everyone stared blankly at Professor Trelawney, who finally turned the cup around one last time, gasped, and screamed.

Then came another crisp sound of porcelain shattering.

Neville smashed his third cup as well.

Professor Trelawney plopped down in an empty armchair, covered his chest with a shiny hand, and closed his eyes.

“My dear child—my poor, dear child—no—it’s best not to say it—don’t ask me…”

"What is it, Professor?"

Dean Thomas asked immediately.

Everyone stood up and slowly gathered around Harry and Ron's table, getting closer to Professor Trelawney's chair and carefully examining Harry's teacup.

"my dear,"

Professor Trelawney suddenly opened his huge eyes.

“You have bad luck.”

"what?"

Harry asked.

He could tell that he wasn't the only one who couldn't understand.

Dean Thomas shrugged at him, Lavender Brown looked bewildered, but almost everyone else covered their mouths in horror.

"Ominous, my dear, ominous!"

Professor Trelawney called out, seemingly quite shocked to see that Harry hadn't understood.
“That creepy big dog that haunts the graveyard! My dear child, it’s a bad omen—the worst of all—a sign of death!” Harry’s heart clenched.

The dog on the cover of Lavender Brown's copy of "Signs of Death" in Flourish and Blotts also covered its mouth with its hand.

Everyone was looking at Harry, except for Hermione, who had already stood up and walked around behind Professor Trelawney's chair.

“I don’t think this is an ominous sign.”

She spoke calmly. Professor Trelawney sized Hermione up, his dislike for her growing.

"Please forgive me for saying this, darling, but I see that the aura around you is very small, and you don't seem to have much of a sense of the future."

Seamus Finnigan of Gryffindor, behind them, turned his head from one side to the other.

"Looking at it this way, it seems ominous,"

He squinted, almost closing his eyes, and said,

"But from this angle, it looks more like a donkey."

As he spoke, he turned his head to the left.

"When are you going to decide whether I'm going to die?!"

Harry suddenly spoke, which startled even himself.

Now it seems no one wants to even look at him.

Ha scanned everyone with longing eyes, hoping someone could tell him something.

"Prophecy magic is inaccurate magic..."

Just then, a voice came from the corner.

Hermione was pleasantly surprised to hear Sheehan speaking softly.

"what?"

Harry's voice was hoarse.

"Everyone dies, Harry."

Sheen made a rare joke.

"Oh, that's true."

Harry's soul seemed to have found its way back to his body.

But the expressions of the young wizards around them were not exactly pleasant.

Professor Trelawney made at least one accurate prediction during this lesson, and most of the young wizards are now infected by this eerie atmosphere.

"Child, how come I didn't notice you just now..."

Professor Trelawney looked at Sheehan; her already large eyes appeared frighteningly large with the aid of her glasses.
"You learned a part of it, oh no, your teacher... a wizard who wasn't a wizard..."

"What kind of wizard is not a wizard?"

Hermione asked loudly.

She'd had enough of professors constantly spouting nonsense in class.

"Hermione..."

Sheehan gently persuaded Hermione to come back.
"My prophecy teacher once said this before I took your class."

Nothing is foolproof; even the magnificent trajectories of celestial bodies are subject to error when observed from the ground.

Therefore, prophetic magic is never very accurate…

Just like the "ominous" just now.

Is there any bad luck associated with Harry?

Perhaps so. Harry ultimately chose to die; strictly speaking, Harry even died once.

However, prophetic magic is always ambiguous, just like the prophecy made by the centaur teacher:

Harry will die in the Forbidden Forest.

But Mr. Ma mistakenly thought it was happening now; he didn't anticipate it would be five years later.

This is the inaccuracy of prophetic magic.

"You also have a prophecy teacher?"

Hermione asked in a low, surprised voice.

She never imagined that Sheehan would actually study such a deceptive subject twice.

“A centaur teacher… He told me to try not to say his name.”

Sheen said in a low voice.

"You have a centaur teacher?! How could Headmaster Dumbledore agree to let you have a teacher in the Forbidden Forest...?"

Hermione knew the little wizard hadn't been up to anything good in the Forbidden Forest!
Last time I saw him riding a magical creature flying around.

“Oh, this… Green, come a little closer…”

Professor Trelawney suddenly spoke, staring at Sheehan with her bright, round eyes, making the young wizards around her feel uneasy.

"I didn't even notice you just now, I must have fainted... Look!"

Professor Trelawney repeated herself, her voice suddenly rising several octaves, and she traced a line on Sheehan's forehead with her hand.
"Your 'third eye' is about to open... This is a talent possessed by only a few..."

I think we can end today's lesson here.

Professor Trelawney said in a particularly muffled voice,
"Yes... I've found him. Everyone else, please pack your things..."

Sheehan pondered Professor Trelawney's sudden second prophecy.

The students silently returned the teacup to Professor Trelawney, packed up their books, and closed their bags.

What is 'Tianmu'?

Ron leaned closer to Sheehan and asked.

But with Hermione between them, it looked as if Ron was questioning Hermione.

"have no idea--"

Hermione went downstairs.

"By the way, before we meet again,"

Professor Trelawney glanced at Hermione and said listlessly,

"Good luck to you."

Oh, dear—

She pointed at Neville.

"You'll be late for the next class, so you need to work extra hard to catch up."

So the group of young wizards silently followed Professor Trelawney's ladder down the spiral staircase to get to Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class.

As for Sheen, he lagged behind the group, some distance behind Hermione, who was walking briskly.

"Don't tell me you believe her too..."

Hermione bit her lip.

"Prophecy is a kind of magic that is not very accurate."

Sheen smiled slightly.

Hermione gave a soft snort and entered Professor McGonagall's classroom.

Sheen picked a seat at the back of the classroom and started to get nervous when he saw Harry sitting two seats away.

Because the other students in the class kept secretly glancing at him, as if he were about to collapse and die at any moment.

At this point, Professor McGonagall was telling them about the Animagus—wizards who can transform into animals. Sheehan listened attentively, but Harry barely listened.

Professor McGonagall transformed into a spotted cat in front of the whole class, with traces of her glasses around her eyes. Sheen stared intently, but Harry paid no attention.

"Hey, what's wrong with you guys today?"

Professor McGonagall transformed herself back to normal and looked at everyone, saying...

"It's nothing serious, it's just that my transformation didn't win applause from my classmates for the first time."

Everyone turned to look at Harry, then at Sheen, but no one said a word.

At this moment, Hermione raised her hand:

"Professor, we just had our first divination class, interpreting tea leaves, and the result was—"

"Ah, I understand,"

Professor McGonagall frowned and said,

"There's no need for further discussion, Miss Granger. Tell me, which of you will die this year?"

Everyone stared at her in surprise.

Then I looked at Harry and Sheehan.

Harry's story is easy to understand, but Sheehan's...

The young wizards wondered if Mr. Grimm had an extra eye on his forehead.

Professor McGonagall looked at Harry with a slightly pitying gaze, but when she saw the young wizards looking at Sheehan, she suddenly lost her expression.

(End of this chapter)