My Hogwarts has a serious problem.

Chapter 384, Section 381: Lynn's Prophecy

Perhaps it was Lynn who took Harry from his aunt's house to the Weasleys', or perhaps Lynn's reputation at Hogwarts was so high that every young wizard trusted him completely.

Overall, Hermione was right; he was indeed one of Harry's most trusted people.

Since Hermione had made the request, Lynn naturally took the time to visit Harry alone.

"Christmas is almost here, and the semester is almost over. How have you been, Harry?"

In the student council president's office, Lynn lay lazily in a chair, waved his hand, and a plate of exquisite pastries and a cup of black tea appeared on the tables in front of him and Harry respectively.

Lynn doesn't usually put on any airs of a chairman, unlike Percy, who even wears his disciplinary committee armband on his sleeve when he goes to Hogsmeade on the weekend.

That's why Harry wasn't very reserved around Lynn.

"It's not bad, but my broom is broken and I haven't been able to participate in the team's Quidditch practice recently. I don't know what to do in the upcoming matches."

"I remember you're not short of money, are you? You can always just buy another flying broom."

"Professor McGonagall gave me that broom when I was in first grade, and I really like it."

Harry said sullenly.

Lynn looked at him and blinked. "Besides that? You're not just worried about a flying broomstick, are you?"

Upon hearing Lynn's words, Harry opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he shook his head and said...

"No, it's just because of this."

"If you have any problems, you can tell me, Harry. I may not be able to solve your problems, but I can at least help you look at them from a different perspective."

Lynn's words seemed to convince Harry, who hesitated for a moment before deciding to tell Lynn the whole story.

"I took a prophecy course this semester, and Professor Trelawney made a bad prediction about me in the first class."

Harry swallowed hard and continued, "She prophesied that I had a bad omen, a huge, ghostly dog ​​that roamed the edge of the graveyard, and they all said that a bad omen meant my death."

"Professor Trelawney's prophecy?" Lynn curled his lip in disdain. "She does this every year. Even when I first met her in the castle, she said some scary things about how this was an ominous sign."

Harry was immediately drawn to Lynn's words, and he looked at Lynn: "What did she say to you?"

Lynn shrugged: "She said she saw dark clouds, black birds, and black eyes, and that I am an omen of misfortune, the greatest calamity in the world. She even accidentally broke her most beloved teacup at the time."

"She said you're bad luck?" Harry asked, his eyes wide.

"That's right, that's what she said back then. And then, have you noticed any hardship or misfortune befalling the people around me?"

Harry shook his head. "No. But, but I saw that dog with my own eyes, the dog Professor Trelawney was talking about!"

"It was a big black dog. I first saw it on the cover of a book of prophecy at Flourish and Blotts, and the second time was during the Quidditch match last time. When I took off on my flying broomstick, I saw that black dog watching me from the far corner of the stands."

Lynn finally understood what Harry was worried about; he was clearly frightened by his black dog godfather.

"I told Harry not to take Professor Trelawney's prophecies too seriously. If she's in a drowsy, half-asleep state, you can believe what she says, but if she's in class, or if she's very alert, then her prophecies are basically not what they seem."

"But."

"Actually, I also have some talent for prophecy, which comes from my great-uncle," Lynn interrupted Harry, speaking with a hint of confidence.

That doesn't seem like someone with zero prophetic talent who can't even add any points to it.

"If you don't mind, I can also make a prediction for you."

Harry looked at Lynn with some skepticism, his slight belief stemming from the fact that almost every young wizard at Hogwarts believed Lynn to be a near-omnipotent being.

The slight doubt stemmed from the fact that he spoke those words too casually, without any of the airs of a normal prophetic master trying to be mysterious.

"Of course I don't mind."

Lynn gave Harry a perfunctory look and then said simply and clearly.

"I don't think the black dog you saw represents anything ominous; on the contrary, it might be good luck for you."

"good luck?"

"Yes, dogs are the most loyal animals to humans. And in the magical world, black dog blood is an excellent way to deal with ghosts and monsters, so I think the black dog you saw might very well be your good luck."

Listening to Lynn's prediction, Harry's condition didn't seem to be improving, and he looked at Lynn sullenly.

"Why do you make such arbitrary predictions?"

Lynn raised an eyebrow: "Why does prophecy have to be so mysterious? Does a good prophecy have to be unambiguous and leave people to guess? Of course, if you don't like this straightforward approach, I have another version."

He cleared his throat and began to speak.

"Listen carefully. When the calamity recedes, the survivors will be blessed with great fortune. A moon-shaped face, large feet, and a pointed fork will all be your blessings. The only thing you will hate is the tail of a pest."

These words finally left Harry completely bewildered, and he looked at Lynn with a blank expression.

He could understand each word individually, but when they were combined, he had no idea what they meant.

Lynn did not offer him an answer.

"You're the one who wanted to listen to this version. If you want to know the answer, you'll have to figure it out yourself. I'm not going to tell you directly."

Harry left completely bewildered.

However, Lynn's later prophecy seemed like a normal prophecy, and considering his previous behavior, Harry inexplicably felt that Lynn's prophecy might be more reliable than Professor Beryl Lawney's.

After Harry left, Lynn was just about to end his afternoon tea break and start working on student council matters when an owl suddenly flapped its wings and flew into his office.

The owl looked familiar; it was the commuter line Old John used to contact him.

A thick envelope was thrown onto Lynn's desk. When opened, it contained twelve magical contracts.

The contract stated that someone would sell their seat on the Hogwarts Board of Governors to Alfred John.

At the end of these contracts was a unilateral statement in which Alfred John voluntarily donated all his seats on the Board of Trustees to Lynn Bellock free of charge.

(End of this chapter)