"You mean, there are other people in the Room of Requirement. Harry was a little surprised, it stands to reason that this time period was not a break at all, and he had just seen Vanlin......

So, this time is the time to be able to wander around Hogwarts Castle...... The only thing Harry could think of was Malfoy.

Admittedly, this also had something to do with Harry's run into a wall in the Slytherin Chamber, and it was hard to understand why he was no longer able to open the Chamber of Secrets, while Malfoy could.

Or is Malfoy in the Room of Need?

You must know that there is a way to divide a separate space in the Room of Requirement, for example, Fan Lin will divide a separate space in it.

Harry stared at Trawney, "Male or female?"

"My risky guess is a man. Professor Trawney replied playfully, and the smell of sherry was in his nose.

"Does that sound really pleasant?" Harry wondered.

Trawney inhaled hard, "Very happy. ”

"Yes...... What are you celebrating?"

"I'm sure. Trauney sniffled.

Harry roughly imagined the scene, the same.

"And then?"

"And then I asked, 'Who's there?'"

"Don't you have any other way to recognize people than to make a sound?" said Harry, disappointed.

"......Eyes of the Sky," Trawney said proudly, straightening her shawl and strings of glittering beads, "through the mundane 'huh' sound...... See the essence. ”

"Oh...... You're right!" Harry hurriedly interrupted Professor Trawney, Harry had heard too much of Trawney's tunes about the "Eye in the Sky" over the past few years, and even now Harry had grudgingly agreed with Trawney's talent for prophecy, after all, his predictions were still extremely accurate, and Voldemort was convinced of it.

However, Harry still had a hard time accepting Trawney in his usual state.

A qualified god stick, or, an out-and-out old liar.

"Did he answer you, then who he was?"

"No," she replied, "everything around me suddenly went black, and the next thing that happened was that I was thrown head in front and foot back. ”

"Didn't you have the slightest preparation?" asked Harry, hopeless.

"Nope. I told you it was pitch black all around. Trauney looked at Harry with some annoyance.

"I think you'd better inform Headmaster Dumbledore," said Harry, "he'll be interested in what's going on here, I mean someone threw you out of the Room of Requirement." ”

Unexpectedly, Trauni interrupted him very arrogantly.

"The Headmaster has made it clear that he doesn't want to see me often," Trauney said coldly, "I'm not a worthless person who comes and goes at a moment's notice, it's Dumbledore himself who ignores the tarot warnings!" Her bony hands suddenly grabbed Harry's wrists.

"Again and again, no matter how much I prophesied......" and then she dramatically drew a card from under her shawl, "lightning streaked across the castle...... Disaster falls from the sky!"

"That's right!" Harry chimed in, "but I still think you should tell Headmaster Dumbledore about the situation, you see, it's dark, and you and your bottles and cans are being thrown out......"

"What do you think?" Trauney thought for a moment, seemingly struggling with whether or not to see Dumbledore, but it seemed to Harry that she was actually rehearsing her ordeal.

After all, being a professor at Hogwarts and then being thrown out of the house, there is no doubt that the professors are all in class, and now the idlers of Hogwarts are except Dumbledore...... Well...... It's not quite right......

Apart from Mr. Filch, only Professor Trauney remained.

Everyone loved Frenzer's class, even the centaur was chattering, in fact, they often discussed in private, if the prophecy course was really useful, why for a long time, Hogwarts had never been out of the Prophet or anything like that, on the other hand, the Holy See's seminary......

That's bad, blind faith is a bunch of fanatical madmen.

"Oh, come on...... I'm just about to meet up with Dumbledore," Harry said helplessly, not being able to sit back and watch Professor Trawney being bullied by the students, especially now that Professor Trawney was in a state of wandering, "let's go together." ”

"Oh, if that's the case...... All right. Professor Trauney responded with a smile. She leaned over and picked up the sherry bottles, casually tossing them into a large blue and white vase beside her.

"Speaking of which, why didn't I see you in my class?" said Trawney enthusiastically, "you won't be a prophet, but you're a good prophecygie, and your friend, the boy named Vanlin, with all the ...... that wraps around the two of you."

"Ominous!" replied Harry, with some disgust.

In fact, he was disgusted with being the one who Trawney kept prophesying about death.

"I'm very worried," Trauney continued, "the horse, oh, I'm sorry, the centaur doesn't know how to use cards for divination. I asked him...... Of course...... Discussion among the prophets...... Did you foresee a catastrophe coming, but he thought I was funny, yes, funny...... Funny!"

She roared hysterically, and Harry felt the sherry squirt out of the abandoned bottle.

"Maybe the horse heard rumors that I didn't inherit a magical talent from my great-grandmother. Jealousy and suspicion have never stopped all these years, you know who I mean, Harry. Isn't it because I have shown him what I have shown to him, and Principal Dumbledore has given me so much trust in teaching at this great school?"

Harry replied vaguely, this was probably the proudest thing Trawny had ever done, and the last thing Harry wanted to face.

Yin hand Voldemort?

It's not something anyone can do.

"I still remember my first meeting with him vividly," Trawney continued, in her characteristic hoarse voice, "and he was impressed, yes, deeply impressed...... I stayed at the pig's head bar that day, and by the way, I was a little strapped for it, dear child. Dumbledore very politely informed me to meet me in my hotel room. He asked me some questions, and I have to admit that, at first, I thought he seemed to be sick and had some bias against prophecy...... I was a bit surprised that I didn't eat much that day, but then I ......"

Now, Harry was paying attention to her, for he knew what was next: Truuni's prophecy changed his life...... About him and Voldemort!

"What's next?" Harry responded sharply, Traunie needed an audience that would cater to him, at least Katie did.

But then, our conversation was rudely interrupted by Snape. ”

"What!" said Harry, shocked.

"Yes. There was some confusion outside at first, and then the door flew open, and the vulgar bartender and Snape stood in front of me, talking nonsense about taking the wrong staircase. I'm worried he's eavesdropping on our conversation. Did you know that Snape was looking for a job at the time, and ...... In short, Dumbledore seemed to be eager to work with me, and he was intoxicated by my humility, calmness, and ability, and called it self-motivation. It's a stark contrast to the guy who only knows how to peep through the key's eye. Harry, dear?"

Trawney turned around to find Harry ten feet away and stopped, and couldn't help but call out again and again, "Harry?"

Maybe it was because Harry's face was too pale, and Professor Trauney was concerned and scared. Harry stood silent, his heart surging! Time stood still.

Huge waves crashed against the rocks in their chests again and again, roaring and tumbling.

It was Snape! It was Snape who overheard the prophecy! It was Snape who told Voldemort the secret! It was Snape and Peter Pettigrew who instigated Voldemort to kill Lily and James!

Of course, nothing matters now, but ......

In a moment, Harry's chest almost exploded, and he clearly outlined the whole process!

"Harry?" Trawney's voice seemed to come from afar, "Harry, I guess we'd better go see the Headmaster together." ”

"You stay here. The voice drifted from Harry's numb lips, a little hoarse, which made Trawney feel very inappropriate.

"But, my dear, I'm going to tell Dumbledore about the attack just now. ”

"I said, you stay here for me!" Harry snarled angrily, he couldn't control his emotions right now.

Harry ran past the terrified Professor Trelawney and disappeared into the hallway where Dumbledore's dripping monster stood, shouting at the monster as he leapt up the spiral staircase and pounding frantically on the door of the Headmaster's office.

By the time Dumbledore's calm answer rang out, Harry had rushed in.

It was very cold, and when the door opened, Harry's cheeks ached with a cold wind.

There seemed to be a faint blue glow that flickered, but Harry didn't care, just looked at Dumbledore angrily!

Dumbledore stood in front of the window, looking out at the playground, with a long black cloak on his wrist, and it looked like he was a little cold, and he was about to put it on.

"Oh, you're here, I'm still wondering when you'll be here. ”

Hearing this, Harry hesitated, this was not Dumbledore's fault, or did Dumbledore deliberately ......

"Yes, Professor......" Harry replied stiffly, sitting down in the chair across from Dumbledore's desk.

For a moment, the two of them fell silent, very sensitive, whether it was Dumbledore or Harry, they both felt that something was not quite right.

With his anger at Snape, Harry's desire to fight to the death intensified in a matter of minutes, and this emotion was clearly written on his face.

Dumbledore turned from the window and looked at Harry closely, behind his silver-rimmed glasses, revealing a subtle hint of concern.

Finally, Dumbledore spoke first.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing. Harry quickly lied.

"What bothers you?" asked Dumbledore calmly.

"I'm not upset!"

"Harry, you're not a good occlusion master......"

The words ignited the anger in Harry's heart like a spark, and in an instant, a huge volume surged up from Harry's chest and burst through his throat......

"Snape!" Harry exclaimed, "it's Snape! He told Voldemort what he prophesied, it was him! He eavesdropped outside the door, Trauney told me!"

Dumbledore's expression didn't change, but Harry felt his face even paler in the light of the blood-red sunset.

It was a long time before Dumbledore spoke.

"When did you find out?" he finally said.

"Just now!" Harry struggled not to yell, and then, suddenly, he couldn't hold back any longer, "you let him teach here, and he let Voldemort kill my parents!"

"Harry," Dumbledore said quietly, "Hear me out, Professor Snape has made a terrible ......"

"Don't tell me it's a mistake, sir, not all mistakes are forgivable, he overheard!" Harry replied loudly, as if trying to wash away all Dumbledore's quibbles.

"Please let me finish, Harry...... Professor Snape made a terrible mistake, and on the night he eavesdropped on the prophecy, it became clear that he was still under Voldemort's command. Of course, he would be in a hurry to tell his master about it. But he didn't know...... He couldn't possibly know...... The prophecy is about a boy who doesn't know that his parents will die, and he doesn't know that your parents will die. ”

Harry laughed sadly. "He hates my father as much as he hates Sirius! Don't you see, Professor, how all the people Snape hated died, and what kind of suffering suffered to the living?"

"You don't know how much he regretted Voldemort after he acted according to the prophecy, Harry, I believe it was the greatest confession of his life, he returned to ......"

"He's a great liar, isn't he?" Harry's voice trembled to calm himself, "doesn't Voldemort believe he's on his side, how can you be sure he's on our side, if it's like it was at the beginning? He betrayed us, like he betrayed his master! To this day, Snape still calls him the Dark Lord, as the Death Eaters only call him...... Yes, he's a Death Eater, just like Igokakarlov......!

Harry seemed to be exhausted, he had no motivation to continue, it was a relatively terrible fact, in every way!

Dumbledore didn't speak for a moment, he looked like he was trying to make up his mind, and finally he said, "I'm sure, Harry...... I have complete confidence in Severus Snape. ”

Harry took a deep breath to calm himself. But it doesn't work.

"But, I don't believe him!" he shouted, just as loudly as before, "he's plotting something with Draco Malfoy right now, right under your nose, but you're still ......"

"We've talked about this, Harry," Deng said Dondo, his voice now stern.

"I've made it clear to you what I think. ”

"You're leaving school tonight, so I bet you couldn't have thought that Snape and Malfoy might have decided to ......"

"What are you going to do?" Dumbledore asked, raising his eyebrows, "what do you suspect they're doing, exactly?"

"I ...... They're definitely doing something!"

Harry clenched his fists as he spoke, and now, he was almost certain that everything Van Lin had said was well-founded.

Malfoy plotted to wreak havoc in the school, even to kill Dumbledore, and not only in Myrtle's bathroom, but even right under their noses, in the Room of Requirement.

Harry's instincts completely locked on Malfoy, the culprit who attacked Professor Trawney?