"She just can't accept that you're doing better than she did in Potions class," Ron looked down at his book A Thousand Magical Herbs and Mushrooms. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"You don't think it's crazy that I want to get that book back, do you?"

"Of course not," Ron said with gusto. "The prince is a genius. Anyway...... Without his hint about bezoar......" he put his finger to his throat meaningfully, "I wouldn't be sitting here discussing it with you, would I?" I'm not saying that the spell you used on Malfoy was great—"

"I didn't mean that either," Harry said quickly.

"But he's cured, isn't he? Immediately stood up. ”

"yes," said Harry; This was indeed true, though Harry's conscience was a little uneasy. "Thanks to Snape......"

"You're going to Snape's confinement this Saturday?"

"yes. Next Saturday, next Saturday," Harry sighed. He also hinted that if I can't finish all the boxes this semester, I will continue next semester!"

Harry found confinement to be annoying, as it took up the limited time he and Ginny had had spent together. He came in and did wonder if Snape knew about it, as he kept Harry later and later, and often visibly muttered next to Harry that he had missed the good weather and the opportunity to do all sorts of things.

Harry was shaken awake from his bitter memories, and Jimmy Pixar appeared beside him, holding a roll of parchment.

"Thanks, Jimmy...... Hey, it's Dumbledore's! Harry said excitedly, opening the parchment and scanning it quickly. He told me to go to his office as soon as possible. The two of them looked at each other.

"Oh my God," Ron whispered, "you don't feel ...... Wouldn't he have found ......? ”

"Just check it out, won't you?" Harry jumped.

Harry ran out of the common room and rushed forward at full speed on the eighth floor, only to encounter Peeves on the way. Peeves flew in from the opposite side, throwing chalk heads at Harry as usual, giggling as he dodged Harry's defensive spells. After Peeves vanished, there was silence in the hallway; There were only fifteen minutes left until bedtime, and almost everyone had gone back to their common rooms.

Harry then heard screams and bangs. He stopped and listened.

"You-how-dare-ah!" The voice came from a nearby hallway. Harry pulled out his wand and ran towards it, turning a corner to find Professor Trelawney lying on all fours, his face covered by one of her shawls, and several sherry bottles poured beside him, one of which was broken.

"Professor—" Harry stepped forward quickly to help Professor Trelawney. Some shiny beads were tangled in her glasses. She hiccuped loudly, stroked her hair, and stood up with Harry's help.

"What's going on, Professor?"

"Good question!" She screamed. "I'm wandering along here, pondering the signs of the dark arts I've just glimpsed......" but Harry didn't listen. He had just noticed where they were standing: on the right was the tapestry of the dancing trolls, and on the left was the smooth, sturdy stone wall hidden-

"Professor, do you want to enter the Room of Requirement?"

“…… The omens I have learned—what? She suddenly looked a little weird.

"The Room of Requirement," Harry repeated. "Do you want to go in?"

"I-um-I don't know if there are any students who know-"

"Not all students know," Harry said. "But what just happened? You're screaming...... Sounds like you're hurt......"

"I ...... Very well," Professor Trelawney tugged at her shawl defensively, staring at Harry with her hugely unfettered eyes, "I think—ah—put some—um—personal belongings into the house......" and muttered something that sounded like "dirty accusations." ”

"Well," Harry glanced at her sherry bottle, "but you can't go in and hide your stuff?" ”

He thought it was peculiar; After all, when he wanted to hide the half-blood prince's book, the Room of Request was opened for him.

"Oh, I'm in," Trelawney glared at the wall. "But there's already someone inside."

"Someone's there? Who? Harry asked. Who's in it? ”

"I don't know," Professor Trelawney looked startled by Harry's urging tone. "I walked into the house and suddenly I heard a voice that I mean, I've been hiding for so many years - nothing like this has ever happened when I've been using this room."

"A voice? What was said? ”

"I don't remember it talking," Professor Trelawney said. "It's ...... In cheers. ”

"Cheers?"

"Cheered with joy," she nodded.

Harry stared at her.

"Is it male or female?"

"I would venture to assume it's a man," Professor Trelawney said.

"That sounds pleasant?"

"Very pleased," said Trelawney in a contemptuous tone.

"Like celebrating?"

"Absolutely."

"And then—?"

"And then I asked, 'Who's there?' ”

"Can't you figure out who it is without asking?" Harry asked her with some disappointment.

"Tenmu," said Trelawney solemnly, arranging her shawl and the string of glittering beads, "is not staring at the worldly realm of cheers. ”

"All right," said Harry hurriedly; Trelawney had heard too much about the subject of his eyes. "Did that voice say who was where?" "No," she said. "Everything around me went dark, and then I was thrown out of the house head-on."

"Don't you have a little preparation?" Harry couldn't help but say.

"No, I told you, it's pitch black—" Trelawney paused, glaring at Harry suspiciously.

"I think you'd better tell Professor Dumbledore," Harry said. "He should know Malfoy was celebrating—I mean, someone threw you out of the house."

To Harry's surprise, Trelawney straightened up when she heard his advice, looking arrogant.

"The headmaster has hinted that he doesn't want me to go to him often," she said coldly. "I will not impose my friendship on those who do not value it. If Dumbledore ignores the warning displayed by the cards—" Her bony hand suddenly grabbed Harry's wrist.

"Again and again, no matter how I show them—" and she dramatically drew a card from under her shawl.

"—the horror of the tower," she whispered. "Disaster. Woe. Always approaching ......"

"Yes," Harry said again. "Hmm...... I still think you should talk to Headmaster Dumbledore about that voice, and the fact that the surroundings were getting dark and being thrown out of the house......"

"What do you think?" Trelawney seemed to be thinking about it, but Harry could tell she liked to retell her little adventures.

"I was on my way to see Dumbledore," Harry said. "I'm going to meet with him. We can go together. ”

"Oh, well, if that," Professor Trelawney said with a smile. She bent down to pick up the sherry bottles and tossed them into a large blue and white vase in a nearby alcove.

"I miss your time in my class, Harry," Trelawney said enthusiastically as they set off together. "You are not a good prophet, but you are an excellent prophet......"

Harry didn't answer; He hated being the object, and Professor Trelawney kept prophesying its death.

"I'm afraid," she continued, "that old horse—sorry, the centaur man—doesn't know card divination. I asked him if the discussion among the prophets had also sensed the coming catastrophe from afar. But he seemed to think I was funny. Yes, funny! Her voice grew hysterical, and Harry could smell a smell of sherry, even though the bottle had been thrown behind.

"Maybe the horse heard that I didn't inherit her talent from my great-great-grandmother. These rumors have been spread by jealous people for many years. You know what I said to these people, Harry? If I hadn't proven myself to Headmaster Dumbledore, would he have let me teach at this great school and given me so much trust over the years? ”

"I distinctly remember my first interview with Dumbledore," Trelawney continued in her characteristic low, loud voice. "He was impressed, of course, very impressed...... I stayed at the pig's head bar that day, and by the way, I don't recommend it there - there are bed bugs, dear boy - but I'm strapped for cash. Dumbledore politely visited me in my hotel room. He asked me some questions...... I have to admit that at first I thought he had a prejudice against divination...... Later I started to feel a little weird, I didn't eat much that day...... But then ......"

Now Harry really paid attention for the first time, because he knew what was going on: Professor Trelawney had made that prophecy that would change the course of his life, a prophecy about him and Voldemort.

“…… But then our conversation was rudely interrupted by Severus Snape! ”

"What?"

"Yes, there was some confusion outside the door, and then suddenly the door opened, and the uncultured usher was standing with Snape, and was going upstairs in the wrong place, but I'm afraid I think he's been caught eavesdropping on my interview with Dumbledore - you know, he was looking for a job at the time, no doubt trying to learn some tricks! Well, later, Dumbledore seemed willing to offer me a position, and I couldn't help but think, Harry, that's because of my humble style and brilliant talent, which is a stark contrast to the fly camp dog who peeps through the keyhole - Harry, dear? She looked back and realized that Harry hadn't been with her; He had stopped, and now they were ten feet away.

"Harry?" She repeated uncertainly.

Perhaps it was Harry's pale face that made Professor Trelawney look worried and scared. Harry stood there silently, waves of shock crashing into him, wave after wave, drowning everything but the information that had been hidden from him for so long.

It was Snape who overheard the prophecy! It was Snape's secret to Voldemort! It was Voldemort who Snape and Peter Pettigrew instigated to hunt down Lily, Jaime, and their son...... Anything else didn't matter to Harry now.

"Harry?" Professor Trelawney said it again. "Harry—aren't we going to see the Headmaster together?"

"You stay here," Harry said with numb lips.

"But, dear...... I'm going to tell Dumbledore that I was attacked at the Room of Requirement—"

"You stay here for me!" Harry repeated angrily.

Harry ran past the terrified Professor Trelawney and turned the corner into Dumbledore's hallway, where the lone stone beast stood guard. Harry shouted at the stonebeast and stepped up the spiral staircase in three steps and two steps. He didn't knock on the door of the principal's office; Before the quiet answer, 'Please come in,' Harry had already rushed into the room.

Phoenix Fawkes turned its head, its bright black eyes reflecting the golden glow of the setting sun outside the window. Dumbledore stood in front of the window looking out at the playground, with a long black traveling cloak on his hand.

"Well, Harry, I promised you to come with me." At first Harry didn't understand; The conversation with Trelawney had driven everything out of his head, and now his mind had become very sluggish.

"And you...... Going together? ”

"As long as you want, of course."

"As long as I ......," Harry remembered why he had rushed to Dumbledore's office in the first place. Did you find one? Did you find a Horcrux? ”

"I believe so." Anger and resentment were at war with shock and excitement: Harry was speechless for a moment.

"It's normal to feel scared," Dumbledore said.

"I'm not afraid!" Harry said right at once, and it was; He wasn't scared at all. "Which Horcrux is it? Where is it? ”

"I'm not sure what it is—though I think we can get rid of the snake—but I believe it's hidden in a coastal cave, very far from here, and I've been looking for it for a long time: Tom Riddle had terrorized the two children of the orphanage in this cave during a hike one year; Do you remember? ”

"Remember," Harry said. "How was it protected?"

"I don't know; I have a few guesses, but they could be completely wrong. Dumbledore hesitated for a moment, then said, "Harry, I promised to take you there and I would keep my promise, but I must warn you that this is extremely dangerous. ”

"I'm going," Harry said before Dumbledore could finish speaking. Enraged at Snape, his desire to take a desperate move increased tenfold in just a few minutes. This also seemed to be written on Harry's face, as Dumbledore walked over the window and looked at Harry more closely, his silver eyebrows furrowed slightly.