Calvin eventually held Sirius because the first prophet he was going to find was Sybil Trelawney.

When Calvin found Sirius, Professor Trelawney was holding a bottle of Shirley in one hand and a crystal ball in the other, muttering, "I see! I saw a big snake, and a corpse! One, two, three. And a rotten right hand!"

Sirius nodded solemnly as he used a quill to record Trelawney's madness on parchment.

Calvin slapped his forehead hard, either they were crazy or I was crazy.

But Calvin pulled Sirius away from Trelawney, and then heard the woman with the big pair of glasses shake the chain and beads around her neck and say, "Don't forget to bring me wine next time you come, Sirius!" Otherwise, I won't do divination for you!"

"How did you find her to give you a divination?" Calvin asked, puzzled, "Don't you know she's a liar?"

Sirius exclaimed, "Liar? Isn't she Kassandra Trelawney's great-granddaughter?"

"Ah, you didn't know that you had already graduated when she came to school. Professor McGonagall said she had never predicted." Calvin explained.

"Hell, I've promised to give her a bottle of my grandfather's treasured sherry." Sirius was a little frustrated.

"Don't be sad, you can give that bottle to someone who really deserves it. Let's go, and I'll take you to meet the true Master of Prophecy." Calvin patted Sirius on the shoulder.

After nightfall, Calvin took Sirius to the Pig's Head Bar, found the familiar no-man's corner, cracked seven or eight layers of protective magic, and then sat down opposite the gray-haired old urchin.

"Who is this old man, mysterious?" Sirius thought to himself.

"Ah, Calvin, is this your friend?" Nicol asked, taking a sip and looking at Blake.

Calvin nodded, "Yes, sir, we have something we would like you to help with."

Nicol Lemay looked at Blake's outfit and said in surprise, "Wow, are you also a fan of the Beatles? But it's been almost 20 years since they disbanded, and it's the Crash Band that's popular now."

After Nicol finished speaking, he snapped his fingers, changed himself into the classic dress of Joe Strammer, the lead singer of the Crash Band, and hummed the classic song of the Crash Band.

Sirius was very surprised by this, he didn't expect that Calvin took him to meet the master of prophecy turned out to be Nicol Lemay, and he didn't expect Nicol Lemay to be an avid rock enthusiast.

Sirius, who didn't react for a moment, replied stiffly, "Well, the Band Rush wasn't very famous before I joined Azkaban, I remember."

"Really, just out of prison? Then I suggest you go and listen to a song by a young man named Michael Jackson. The past decade has been literally his world. He's supposed to be about your age." Nicol said with a fluttering eyebrow.

"Ahem," Calvin interrupted Nicol Lemay as he continued his rock 'n' roll conversation, "Mr. Nicol, Blake has something very important to ask you to do today." ….

Sirius awoke, "Yes, Mr. Nicol Lemay, I have something very important for you to ask for."

Nicol said aggrievedly like a child who had been robbed of his beloved toy, "I finally met a wizard who appreciates rock and roll, so why don't you let the two of us talk more?"

Calvin smiled and said, "There's still a chance in the future, Mr. Nicol."

"Alright," Nicol Lemay said as he reverted to his wizarding attire and looked at Sirius, "You're Sirius Black. I can see that you're extraordinary."

"Most of the wizards who meet me for the first time inevitably show greed, which is life's instinctive desire for eternal life. But you are one of the few exceptions, Mr. Black."

The light in Sirius's eyes dimmed a little, "Eternal life is endless torture for me, and I want to know if there is a way to resurrect anyone more than infinite life."

"No, that is

The Resurrection Stone, which claims to be able to resurrect the dead, is nothing more than a deception of the Grim Reaper," Nicol Lemay shook his head, "Okay, tell me what the hell is going on with you?"

After listening to Calvin's explanation, Nicol Lemay nodded and said, "So, Peter is still alive and has released Voldemort's soul. You want me to help you divinate Peter's location now?"

Sirius nodded, "Yes, Mr. Nicol Lemay."

"I'm not suggesting that you just tell where Peter will be." Nicol took a sip of his wine and said, "Think about what Peter will do after he unleashes Voldemort?"

"Resurrect Voldemort!" Calvin's eyes lit up, "Whether Peter took it his own initiative or was forced, he would definitely go to resurrect Voldemort. Then the problem is ......."

Calvin still didn't say the word Horcrux because Sirius was by his side, and said, "The question is, where will Peter find the way to resurrect Voldemort."

Sirius looked at the two men as if he didn't understand.

Nicol took out the crystal ball and said, "That's right, so let me see where Peter is going back?"

The white mist in the crystal ball was constantly transforming under Nicol Lemay's control, and it wasn't long before the three of them saw a clear picture of the fog: mountains of gold and silver, placed in a small room illuminated by torches.

As soon as the three of them saw the picture clearly, the crystal ball turned back into a cloud of mist.

"What does that mean?" Sirius asked, confused, "Will Peter go to this place in the picture?"

Nicol Lemay shrugged and said he couldn't do anything about it. Sirius asked in disappointment, "Aren't you a master of prophecy?"

"I'm a prophet and I've made many accurate predictions, but I'm not an omniscient Laplace. I am only responsible for prophecy, not interpretation." Nicol explained as usual.

"It looks like a vault, I mean Gringotts." Calvin added.

"Voldemort hid his resurrection in Gringotts?" Sirius frowned and said, "Does Voldemort have the money to open a vault in Gringotts?"

Hopefully, Voldemort won't be when he hears this.

Calvin choked as well, adjusted his breathing and said, "Actually, many Death Eaters are from the Holy Twenty-Eight, and I think if Voldemort were to borrow their vaults, the Death Eaters would be happy."

"Alright," Sirius said, sipping down a glass of rum, "it's not a no-brainer."

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