bookbashuk Chapter 208 With Ethan's enthusiastic help, Professor Trelawney makes a doomsday prophecy.
Chapter 208 With Ethan's enthusiastic help, Professor Trelawney makes a doomsday prophecy.
Chapter 209 With Ethan's enthusiastic help, Professor Trelawney makes a doomsday prophecy.
"Tap, tap, tap."
The soles of the leather boots made a soft, slithering sound on the soft carpet.
Professor Trelawney gaped open like a clam.
She watched in utter terror as Ethan approached her step by step.
It was as if she saw Death itself approaching her with a smile.
"You...you are a demon in human skin...an utterly evil soul!"
Professor Trelawney screamed.
He frantically moved his legs, trying to dodge backward.
"The moment you stepped in, I clearly saw—'You will bring immense calamity to the world in the future!!!'"
cry.
The air lingered in the stuffy classroom.
Many students were stunned into silence.
Hermione frowned deeply.
Without lowering his voice, he clearly questioned:
"As a professor, isn't it a bit too much for you to talk about a student like that?"
Professor Trelawney turned her head sharply.
Behind the glasses, which looked like beer bottle caps, his eyes stared straight at Hermione.
He said, trembling:
"Oh, I'll be frank, young lady. I don't see any talent in this subject whatsoever."
"Your brain has been dulled by books. You can't understand this profound art of divination."
Hermione stared wide-eyed in disbelief.
Then, she got so angry that her eyes turned red!
She stood up abruptly, about to call Ethan to leave together.
Then Ethan was already standing in front of Professor Trelawney.
Sunlight streamed in through the lattice window.
It was sprinkled on Ethan's kind smile.
Behind him, it cast a long shadow.
Hermione was stunned.
This scene has a unique flavor.
In an instant.
It feels like the demon has revealed its true form.
Ethan looked down at Professor Trelawney, who lay on the ground in utter terror.
A gentle smile.
He raised his hand and waved his wand.
He picked up the broken teacup from the ground and crushed the ceramic shards into powder in mid-air with a snap.
Professor Trelawney shuddered.
It was as if it was themselves that were being crushed.
Ethan: "I heard you come from a family of fortune tellers... but your third eye always seems to malfunction."
"I think, judging from your evaluation of me..."
"You definitely need to practice more."
？ ！！
Professor Trelawney's eyes bulged.
I'm so angry.
How dare you question -
"But you don't need to worry."
Ethan interrupted her abruptly, then smiled:
"I also have some knowledge of ancient divination techniques."
"Now, let me open your eyes."
talking.
Ethan dips his brush into ceramic powder.
He leaned down and slowly extended his paintbrush toward Professor Trelawney's forehead.
The tip of the paintbrush, infused with magic.
It gradually turned into a rich, vibrant scarlet red.
It emitted a rusty smell.
Trelawney's eyes turned cross-eyed.
She wanted to escape.
But there's no escaping it.
I don't know if my body was frozen with fear or what.
I can't move at all.
All I could feel was the cold liquid sliding down my forehead.
Her cheeks flushed red.
She looks like she's about to cry.
alright."
Just a few minutes.
Ethan put down his paintbrush and straightened up.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked down at his "masterpiece" with satisfaction.
All that could be seen was Professor Trelawney's forehead.
I painted an eye with bright red paint.
Everyone stared blankly at the "third eye".
I don't know why.
It's just a simple shape.
Yet, for some reason, there was a chilling and eerie feeling about it.
as if.
That wasn't an eye, but a gate leading to the underworld!
【Name: Third Section】
[Type: Concept Art]
[Rank: Tier 1, White Rare]
[Description: An eye, a blood-red eye that doesn't belong here]
[Effect: Activates the user's prophetic talent; a one-time use spell. However, it consumes a large amount of energy.]
[Comment: I see that I will die in 10 years... Wait, why did the number become 9?]
Dark blue subtitles appeared.
In silence.
Ron muttered under his breath, "They said they'd open the Third Eye, and all they did was draw an 'eye'! What good is that?!"
Before he could finish speaking...
A terrifying, beast-like roar suddenly came from Professor Trelawney's mouth!
"Aaaaaah!!!"
Suddenly, she arched her back backward.
His jet-black pupils expanded, almost filling the entire white of his eyes.
It was as if I was being manipulated.
In this twisted and bizarre posture, he stared straight at the ceiling!
Ron was so frightened that he covered his mouth.
His eyes widened in terror!
Dude, are you serious?!
next second.
The final judgment will come.
Professor Trelawney's mouth opened and closed.
Low and somber.
It was completely different from the mysterious voice he had just used.
The students were terrified.
A low sob could even be heard in the classroom.
Only Ethan smiled contentedly.
A curious light shone in his eyes.
This is a true prophecy!
In complete silence.
Professor Trelawney continued:
The final judgment will come.
When the dusty mansion is opened, when the treasures behind the paintings are revealed
When a war that should never have happened is won.
When a three-eyed bird brings a twig, and the twig is hammered and forged into a sword.
The trumpet of judgment will tear through the sky!
Professor Trelawney suddenly raised her voice, sending a shiver down everyone's spine.
Trembling, he roared with all his might:
Evil souls will destroy the heroes in the eyes of the world!
The low, hoarse roar echoed in the classroom for a long time.
A few seconds later.
Professor Trelawney's blood-red "third eye" on her forehead faded.
The black pupils returned to normal.
He blinked, looked down, and gazed at the students with "(口○)" expressions.
He asked in confusion, "What's wrong with you? It's like you've seen a ghost—" Before he could finish speaking...
Then he rolled his eyes.
He collapsed to the ground with a thud.
burnt out.
After a few seconds of silence.
In a flash!
All eyes were on Harry!
Dean Thomas of Gryffindor jumped to his feet, pointed at Harry, and shouted angrily:
"Isn't Harry Potter, the savior, the one mentioned in the last part of the prophecy, 'the hero in the eyes of the world'?"
"The evil spirit... it must be Sirius Black who escaped!"
Dean shuddered.
His face was deathly pale.
This passage serves as a summary—
"Harry Potter will die at Sirius Black's hands!!!"
"Aaaaaah!!!"
As if given a command.
The students all rushed out of the classroom!
The tables and chairs overturned, and teacups and crystal balls shattered on the floor, rolling haphazardly across the carpet.
In just a few breaths.
Inside the divination classroom.
That leaves only Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ethan.
Oh.
There was also Professor Trelawney who had fainted.
Harry remained frozen in his seat, his face ashen.
Suddenly, he stood up angrily!
He slammed the textbook down and said angrily:
"Great! Last semester I was suspected of being the one who opened the Chamber of Secrets in Slytherin."
"This semester, it felt like I was sentenced to death right from the start!"
Harry was panting heavily, his face showing an indescribable sense of grievance.
Ethan: "Hmm, interesting."
A hint of envy appeared in his eyes.
Harry, Harry, and his two companions:
Can't you read the air a little?
Ethan's interruption calmed the three of them down a bit.
Hermione immediately grabbed a piece of paper and quickly wrote down the prophecy.
"A dusty mansion? A war that never happened? A three-eyed bird? What kind of nonsense is this...!"
Ron looked at the prophecy on the paper and said tremblingly.
He casually patted his good friend on the shoulder:
"If all of these are required to meet the conditions for that trial, then..."
"Then I think we'll never be able to raise it in our lifetime!"