Harry Potter: The Alchemist
Chapter 1102

A Terrible Prophecy

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"Good morning, Professor."

"Good morning, Mr. Anderson. It has been a long time, Sybill." After greeting Albert with a smile, Dumbledore turned his gaze toward Trelawney.

"Good morning, Dumbledore, I..."

"Professor Trelawney hopes to return to the school and resume her position," Albert finished for Trelawney.

"Oh, of course, that won't be a problem." Dumbledore smiled at Trelawney. "Hogwarts will always be your home."

Trelawney could not help letting out a sigh of relief.

"All right, Professor, I hope you can make a prediction for Professor Dumbledore." Albert took a glass vial from his Transfiguration Lizard Skin Bag, poured out a dose of Liquid Luck, and handed it to Trelawney. "This is Liquid Luck."

"Make a prediction for me?" Dumbledore repeated, raising an eyebrow slightly.

"Yes, for certain reasons." Albert was vague. "In any case, give it a try. Perhaps Liquid Luck can awaken your talent for Divination."

"Mr. Anderson, your way of thinking is always surprising." Dumbledore was quite astonished that Albert intended to use Liquid Luck to tap into Trelawney's gift for Divination.

It was indeed a good idea. Liquid Luck could enhance the user's abilities across the board. Perhaps it really could develop Trelawney's talent for Divination.

"How do you feel?"

Albert put away the vial beneath Trelawney's gaze.

"Very strange, but I don't know whether I can enter the prophetic state you mentioned. Perhaps I can use Tarot Cards to divine Dumbledore's future." Trelawney pulled out a set of Tarot Cards from her pocket, shuffled them briefly, then spread them out in a fan and held them toward Dumbledore.

Dumbledore knew perfectly well that Trelawney could predict the future, but she needed to enter a certain state to do it, rather than use so-called Tarot Cards for divination. Though he did not believe in such things

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