Dallington residents still have a habit of calling the old house on the hill west of town "Trelawney House".

Although it now looks rather dilapidated, the cracks in the walls are sealed with wooden strips, the roof tiles are mutilated, and creepers crawl all over the house with their teeth and claws......

It's hard to believe that, in some accounts, it was once one of the most palatial mansions in all of Darlington!

In the old house, there is still an old woman surnamed Trelawney......

She was so old that most of the young people in the town had no impression of her - Mrs. Kassandra Trilawney, who now lives alone in the "House of Trilawney".

She has a withdrawn temperament, barely communicates with the outside world, and because of the ravages of time, her appearance has become a little hideous, and children are scared to cry when they see her......

No one in the town knew anything about Madame Trelawney...... Did she have children, and where were they? At such an age, how did she live alone in that old house?

Everyone thinks that there is no such resident in Darlington.

Even if there was any event in town, if someone suggested whether or not to invite Lady Trelawney over, they would soon forget about it......

......

And now, an outsider has broken into Darlington, and he looks like he's about to head to the hill where the "Trelawney House" is located.

He is a suave old man.

Unlike most of the old men, this old man looked very old, but his clothes and clothes were unusually neat...... He was wearing a black suit, his head was not bald, but he had neat short silver-white hair and a handsome mustache......

In short, this is a very "handsome" old man.

On the lawn by the roadside, a group of boys howl loudly and play football.

I don't know who flew up and kicked the football at the old man's side, and it happened to hit the old man's back......

"I'm sorry, sir, are you alright?" a boy ran over panting.

He saw that the old man had picked up the ball from the ground and turned around...... Looking at the old man's gaze, the boy's body suddenly trembled, and he suddenly felt a little speechless with fear.

"Sir...... Yes...... Will...... Give me the ball back......" he stammered.

"Of course!" the gloomy aura on the old man's body lasted only a few seconds before disappearing, replaced by the same gentle and elegant as before.

He kindly handed the ball back to the boy and reached out and touched his head kindly.

"Thank you...... Thank you......" The boy looked slightly relieved, he hurriedly picked up the ball, turned and ran......

And the old man, began to continue on to his destination—

Trelawney House!

......

The exterior of the old house does look quite eerie.

The internal environment is also much stranger than outsiders imagined, although it is a little messy.

Simple and old furniture, neatly arranged in all corners of the house......

A small round table sits in the center of the room, surrounded by a few calico armchairs, and on the table is scattered with quill pens, candle heads, playing cards, and other strange things.

The curtains were drawn tightly, and the lamps were covered with crimson scarves, dimming the lights in the room, which was why the Muggles outside could not see the lights in the room.

It's the heat in the house, it's the height of summer, and even if it's dusk, it's hot enough...... But there was still a blazing fire in the fireplace, as if it was boiling a pot of tea......

A scrawny old lady was sitting in the darkest corner of the room, looking at the glowing crystal ball in front of her—

"I saw you coming to me, Gellert!" her old voice whispered.

The identity of the visitor is naturally the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Mr. Gellert Grindelwald...... Considering the current situation, it would not be an exaggeration to add a "de facto ruler of the European wizarding world" in front of his title.

Mr. Grindelwald's position in the entire wizarding world is extremely high......

However, it is quite intriguing that this scrawny old lady was able to call Grindelwald by his first name...... This is quite rare.

Among the surviving witches and wizards in the world, it can be said that there are very few who have this qualification.

......

However, this is not surprising given Ms. Kassandra Trelawney's age and status.

She is arguably a true prophet, a witch who truly masters the eye of the mist......

She is an extremely famous prophet in the wizarding world!

She was also very old, so old that she couldn't even remember herself, maybe one hundred and fifty years old, and her great-great-granddaughter, Sybil Trelawney, was now in her forties working in the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic...... Even for a wizard, her life was coming to an end.

Few people know that the true prophet is still alive...... Lady Kassandra Trelawney lived in seclusion in Darlington for many, many years to the point that the entire wizarding world had almost forgotten about her.

Of course, Gellert Grindelwald certainly won't forget her.

At the end of the last century, he was expelled from Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and was forced to flee to the home of his aunt Bathilda Bassato in Godric's Hollow in England.

At that time in his life, he was at a low point......

He first became acquainted with his aunt's neighbor, Albus Dumbledore, and the two became best friends.

At the same time, he met his aunt's friend, Mrs. Kassandra Trelawney, who became a mentor who influenced him throughout his life.

At that time, Kassandra was already a very famous soothsayer in the whole of England...... But she was astonished when she saw Gellert Grindelwald, who, in her words, had never seen such a terrible gift of prophecy in a child......

Kassandra taught Grindelwald for about three months, and Grindelwald's terrifying ability to learn and effort made her even more jaw-dropping.

Then she had to admit that she couldn't teach Grindelwald any more......

Of course, Grindelwald disagrees...... For many years to come, he kept in touch with the most important mentor in his life, exchanging ideas for the future.

Even on his chocolate frog painting, Grindelwald had people write in his exploits column:

"Working with Kassandra Trelawney has been fruitful in prophecy,"

......

"Then you know the purpose of my trip, my esteemed Mentor Kassandra!" Grindelwald said, his tone gentle.

"I can't give you an affirmative answer, Gellert, I'm old, very old......," replied Kassandra Trelawney, "too old to wait for death in this rotten house...... I haven't left this house for almost seventy years......"

"My aunt, your old friend, Lady Bashat, is now at Hogwarts, and she is as old as you...... I'm honestly not complimenting, you're not really at the point where you're really 'running out of gas,' Mentor Kassandra......" Grindelwald retorted.

"Bathilda is a person who dwells on the past, and she will naturally feel happy with you!" Kassandra said a little tiredly, "and I am different, I can only see the future ...... in my eyes."

"The future is a much more interesting thing than the past because it's full of unknowns. Grindelwald said with a serious face.

Kassandra Trelawney froze there, as if thinking about something.

"Times have changed these days...... Grindelwald said suddenly, a confident smile on his lips.

"Yes, times have changed," Kassandra lamented...... "even in this remote Muggle town, it's enough to feel the times...... Gellert, in you, has indeed proved something......"

She stood up and shook the dust off her body.

"And you agreed to my invitation?" asked Grindelwald tentatively.

"Of course...... Kassandra said a little tiredly, "you call me a mentor, Gellert...... How could a tutor refuse such a sincere request from a student......"

"Then I'll be waiting for you at Hogwarts, Mentor Kassandra......" Grindelwald bent slightly and bowed to the other.

Just as he was about to turn away—

"Wait!" Kassandra Trelawney said suddenly, again:

"I'll give you one last word, Gellert. ”

"Listen up!" Grindelwald nodded solemnly.

Kassandra Trelawney sat upright in her armchair, her eyes distracted and her mouth slightly open.

Her voice became not quite the same as before, very harsh:

"When you think you have grabbed fate, but you don't realize that fate is actually manipulating you......"