Marvel: I'm Hermione, from Hogwarts!

So you've been talking here for a long time, but you haven't said anything except to scare me?

He looked at Trelawney speechlessly.

This divination class is really unreliable.

After a while, Trelawney came out of her sudden illness and saw the students around her looking at her. She also understood what had just happened.

Hermione chuckled, breaking the weird atmosphere: "Actually, it's not impossible to make accurate predictions."

Trelawney felt that her professionalism was being questioned, and shook her head repeatedly: "No, it's impossible, the prophecy is not that simple..."

That's because you haven't seen the movie... Hermione walked up to Trelawney and said with a hint of playfulness, "Professor, would you mind borrowing your crystal ball?"

Trelawney, still immersed in correcting Hermione, nodded in a daze.

Hermione calmly drew out her wand and tapped it lightly on her temple.

A few strands of silver light flowed out like moonlight and slowly drifted towards the crystal ball.

Chapter 143 Horror Prophecy

The silver thread sank into the crystal ball, and the originally clear and transparent sphere was instantly filled with milky white light.

Other students were also attracted by this strange sight and gathered around.

They held their breath and stared at the crystal ball.

The light gradually dissipated, and a clear picture appeared before everyone's eyes.

It was a dark cemetery, with a large pot bubbling with steam.

A figure, holding a baby-sized creature, slowly walked towards the cauldron.

The figure threw the "baby" in his hand into the cauldron without hesitation.

The "baby" was thrown into the pot and stewed, but it didn't even make a scream.

Over time, things gradually changed inside the pot.

The "baby"'s body began to swell, its limbs stretched out, and its skin turned pale.

Finally, a bald, gray-robed, noseless figure slowly stood up from the pot.

Even just one picture was enough to send shudders down everyone's spine.

There was deathly silence in the classroom.

"God... the mysterious man!" Someone was the first to recognize the figure, stretched out his finger, and pointed at the crystal ball with trembling hands.

With just one sentence, the entire classroom was instantly filled with an atmosphere of panic.

Although they had not experienced the period of Voldemort, they had all heard of his terrifying legends since childhood, which was considered a piece of cake in the wizarding world.

Harry stood up suddenly and cried out, "Voldemort!"

He looked at Hermione: "What's going on?!"

Hermione shrugged. "It's an accurate prediction, Professor Trelawney. Do you think this prediction is accurate enough?"

Is this the time to talk about this?

Everyone shouted in their hearts, look what you predicted!

Trelawney also recovered from Voldemort's shock at this time. She looked at the crystal ball, then at Hermione, lowered her head, and her lips trembled as she muttered:

"Impossible, how is it possible, how can someone predict this..."

Her worldview seemed to have been greatly impacted, and even the resurrection of Voldemort was no longer important.

……

Principal room.

In front of Dumbledore, the door was slammed open and Snape rushed in like a black whirlwind.

His face was livid, the veins on his forehead were throbbing, and the hem of his robe was fluttering, as if he had just escaped from an Auror raid.

"Albus!" Snape's voice was hoarse, "That Granger..."

Before he could finish his words, he began to breathe heavily, as if he would pass out at any moment.

Dumbledore sat behind his desk, calmly put down the quill in his hand, and looked up at him.

"Severus, calm down," Dumbledore said gently.

His voice seemed to carry some invisible magic, like a pair of gentle hands, gently soothing Snape's anxious mood.

Snape felt the tightness in his chest dissipate a little, and his breathing gradually became steady.

He walked up to Dumbledore, sat down on the chair, picked up a glass of pumpkin juice on the table, and gulped down two big gulps.

The cold liquid slid down his throat, finally bringing him back some sanity.

Dumbledore looked at him with a hint of helplessness and smile in his eyes: "What happened to Miss Granger? She wouldn't use the Unforgivable Curse in class again, would she?"

Snape put down the cup, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "That's not the case. It would be better if it were true."

Now Dumbledore became interested. He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the table, crossing his hands with his fingers touching each other.

A pair of blue eyes sparkled with curiosity through the half-moon lenses.

"Oh? Severus, tell me about it."

"What earth-shattering thing did Miss Granger do to make you lose your composure like this?"

Dumbledore said with a hint of teasing in his tone.

It's not often that Snape has this expression.

Snape rolled his eyes in annoyance and pulled a crystal ball out of his robes.

At first glance, it is obviously the treasure of that witch Trelawney.

"See for yourself."

Snape slammed the crystal ball on the table and turned his head away.

He didn't want to experience that horrific scene again.

Dumbledore picked up the crystal ball and tapped his wand.

The milky white light instantly filled the entire sphere.

The light faded and the picture emerged.

A gloomy cemetery, a bubbling cauldron, and a "baby" thrown into it...

And the noseless figure that crawled out of the pot.

Dumbledore's pupils shrank suddenly and his breathing stagnated slightly.

Seeing that Dumbledore understood the source of his gaffe, Snape spoke again:

"Dumbledore! Do you remember last year? Granger explained the Unforgivable Curses in front of the whole class in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class!"

"This year is even more outrageous! They directly made a prophecy about the resurrection of the Dark Lord!"

"What about next year? Will the prophecy be fulfilled again? Or will Voldemort be brought to Hogwarts?"

Snape became more and more excited as he spoke, and his voice even changed in pitch.

Dumbledore's complexion had returned to normal by now, and he said in a calm tone:

"Severus, I've said it before, calling a little girl 'that guy' is not gentlemanly behavior."

Dumbledore looked at Snape, who was almost out of control, and a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

He knew that Snape's anger came more from fear.

Because Hermione's prediction is very likely to be true.

Voldemort will eventually be resurrected and return, and he will never let Harry go.

After all, Lily's death is a pain that can never be erased from his heart.

He would never let anything happen to Harry again.

Dumbledore tapped the table lightly, signaling Snape to calm down.

Then he thought for a while and asked:

"She didn't say anything else? Like... the exact time or location of Voldemort's resurrection?"

Snape rolled his eyes and said unhappily:

"Do you think she will tell? That witch from Gryffindor just walked away as if nothing had happened after she made the prophecy!"

"Leaving behind a group of terrified students and that... Trelawney who was on the verge of collapse."

He paused, his tone gritting his teeth.

"You don't know, until all the students left, Trelawney was still standing there motionless, muttering "impossible" and "how could this happen"... "

"Like crazy!"

Dumbledore imagined the scene and couldn't help laughing.

"Severus, you have to admit that Hermione is indeed... gifted in some aspects."

Snape snorted coldly but did not deny it.

Even he couldn't say anything disparaging about Hermione's talent.

Initially, he thought Hermione only had talents in magic and alchemy. It was not until the petrification incident last year that he learned that Hermione's talent in potions was also so high. And only today did he discover that she could even predict the future and could even make Trelawney doubt her life.

Where did this Almighty King come from?

If he didn't know that Hermione had the same background as Lily, he would have suspected that she was Merlin's descendant.

Chapter 144 Soft Girl Hermione

"Even if she really predicted something, she can't release it in public like this!"

"Have you ever thought about how much panic this would cause?"

Snape pointed at the crystal ball and raised his voice a few notches higher.

"Now, the whole Hogwarts knows that he is coming back! The students are panicking, and the parents are probably going to be furious too!"

“How do we clean up this mess?”

Dumbledore suddenly said:

"Severus, have you ever thought that Hermione might have seen this prophecy?"

"She never said anything about it, but she suddenly let it out in class today. She must have her reasons."

Dumbledore paused, his tone slightly appreciative.

"I just found out today that she is a prophet like Gellert."

"This would explain her...'special' behavior in the first two school years."

Snape was silent.

He had to admit that Dumbledore had a point.

Hermione's various behaviors do make sense if explained by her identity as a "prophet."

but……

"Why do I feel that she is simply trying to create chaos in the world?" Snape couldn't help but say.

Dumbledore smiled but did not object.

He knew Hermione's character.

This little girl is really not a person who will keep her head down.

"This news will probably reach the Ministry of Magic soon." Dumbledore changed the subject and his tone became serious.

"When the time comes, they will definitely send someone to investigate."

He paused, a hint of worry in his eyes.