A Prophecy About the Chamber of Secrets

"You really ordered a toilet seat by mail?"

Lee Jordan, who was eating a grilled sausage, glanced at the package dropped by the owl, then looked up at Fred and George in disbelief. He had thought they were just joking, but they had actually ordered a toilet seat as a gift for Harry when he was sick.

"Of course it's true. When have you ever seen us lie?"

Fred and George exchanged glances, their eyes fixed on the Slytherin table with ill intent.

"You don't want to do it again, do you?!"

Lee Jordan followed the Weasley Twins ' gaze and saw that Malfoy was still somewhat dazed because of what happened yesterday.

"No, no, we just want to make a stronger impression on him." The two of them gave Albert a sly smile and said, "Give him a few more Cleansing Pill; we've used up the ones you gave me last time."

"That's all. The last one I gave you was the last one." Albert closed the letter, his lips twitching slightly. He sighed helplessly and reminded him, "Doing those kinds of things too often makes it easy for people to find something to use against you."

"Well, that guy got lucky," George muttered.

"We're going to visit Harry later, do you want to come along?" Fred asked, pointing to the toilet seat. "And while we're at it, we'll make up for the gifts we gave him for his medical visit."

"Yes, let's go together, it's on the way." Albert didn't refuse.

After breakfast, the four of them went to the School Hospital together, Madam Pomfrey only gave them five minutes to visit.

Harry was fast asleep in his hospital bed, showing no signs of waking up.

The candy piled up like a small mountain on the table next to his hospital bed must have been gifts from Harry's friends and admirers.

"Heroes and saviors are so cheap," Albert couldn't help but remark. "Potter has had it tough too."

After saying that, he waved his wand lightly, conjuring a bunch of yellow chrysanthemums out of thin air, replacing the carnations in the vase.

"Why do you say that?" George asked, puzzled.

Albert smiled without saying a word.

"You always say some nonsensical things." Fred began unpacking the toilet seat, preparing to place it next to the pile of gifts.

"If one day everyone says Potter is a fraud, and all the wizards in the British magical world think Potter is a fraud, would you think he is a fraud or a savior?" Albert suddenly asked.

All three of them were a bit confused and didn't know how to answer the question.

"Probably not a scammer," George said uncertainly.

"People will think he's a fraud, not a savior," Albert said self-deprecatingly, though he actually disliked those kinds of things.

Just then, Madam Pomfrey walked in.

"You've been here for almost ten minutes, get out now."

As Madam Pomfrey was about to send them away, her gaze fell on the toilet seat in Fred's hand, and she frowned slightly, saying, "Mr. Weasley, are you planning to give away a toilet seat?"

"It's chocolate, it just looks like a toilet seat."

Fred lied, left the toilet seat on the table, and hurriedly left the School Hospital.

"Chocolate? I can't tell this is made of chocolate." Madam Pomfrey picked up the toilet seat and watched the group flee. "I really don't understand what students are thinking these days."

She wouldn't allow such a thing to appear in the School Hospital and was about to confiscate it when Dumbledore happened to walk in and saw Madam Pomfrey holding a toilet seat.

"They were undoubtedly just trying to amuse Harry."

"It's not very hygienic to leave this here," Madam Pomfrey, taking the toilet seat with her as she left.

In the hallway outside the School Hospital, Lee Jordan was asking Fred if the toilet seat was made of chocolate.

"How could that be!" Fred said irritably. "I dare say Madam Pomfrey will confiscate it." Albert said speechlessly, "Actually, you should have someone specially make a toilet seat chocolate."

The three of them looked at Albert with strange expressions.

"Did I say something wrong?" Albert countered.

"No, no, you're right." Fred put his arm around Albert's shoulder and said, "Maybe we can make some disgusting-looking gifts out of chocolate. Percy's birthday is in August, we have plenty of time to prepare and give him an unexpected surprise."

"I suggest you order one from someone. There are always wizards who are good at making magical food," Albert said after thinking for a moment. "I think one or two Galleon should be enough. If the other party is unwilling, you can order a few more and save them to give to our dear professor."

"We understand!" the Twins said in unison.

After parting ways with the three, Albert went to the Divination classroom alone. Professor Trelawney had written a letter inviting Albert to her place for tea, presumably about the Prophecy.

In fact, Albert was right; Professor Trelawney did indeed seek him out because of the Prophecy.

Professor Trelawney's first words to him were, "Can you really make Prophecy?"

Why do you ask that?

"Actually, some wizards with sharp minds can deduce things from clues even if they can't actually make Prophecy," Professor Trelawney said.

Do you think I can Prophecy?

"I don't know. I can't see the outcome of your Prophecy on your crystal ball. In such cases, so-called Divination Prophecy are usually deceptive, but my intuition tells me that perhaps you really do have the ability to Prophecy." Professor Trelawney pointed to the cushion opposite her and said, "Sit down, we can talk. There are actually very few wizards who can truly Prophecy."

Albert sat down opposite Professor Trelawney, picked up the black tea she had brewed, took a sip, and waited quietly for her to continue.

"I heard that Professor Quirrell is dead, just as you Prophecy. He has left us forever, and Harry Potter was with him at the time."

"Hmm, that seems to be correct."

"The Prophecy you made about the unicorn's blood has come true, hasn't it?"

"Yes, it's done." Albert's tone remained calm.

"How enviable," Professor Trelawney said softly. "I know many people at school think I'm a fraud. Do you think I can make Prophecy?"

"Cassandra Trelawney is undoubtedly a true Prophecy Master," Albert said.

"Unfortunately, I didn't inherit much of my great-great-grandmother's talent, and the Trelawney family no longer has any true Seer." Professor Trelawney sighed softly, "Most wizards are actually unwilling to believe in so-called Prophecy unless they see the outcome of the Prophecy with their own eyes in the crystal ball."

"Because no one will believe your nonsense until they actually Prophecy the disaster," Professor Trelawney continued. "Moreover, even if you can Prophecy people's misfortunes, you can't stop them; you can only watch them happen, which is not a good thing for Seer."

"You can Prophecy too, right?" Albert said.

"Probably... I guess so. Actually, I can't be sure, I just have a vague feeling." Professor Trelawney said with a self-deprecating smile, "I once made a Prophecy for Dumbledore, although I don't remember the content of the Prophecy anymore. But not long after that, probably after the fall of the Lord Voldemort, I came to Hogwarts to be the Divination Professor. At that time, the school did not have a so-called Divination class."

"It seems the Prophecy has come true," Albert said softly.

"Yes, how could he possibly let me teach at Hogwarts if I hadn't proven my abilities to Dumbledore?" Professor Trelawney murmured. "But many people just deliberately don't understand."

"Well, I admit, Dumbledore didn't like Divination at first either," Professor Trelawney said to herself. "He told me that Hogwarts was going to open Divination class and wanted to invite me to be the professor, but before that, Dumbledore wanted me to give him a Prophecy."

"I think that's why the headmaster came to me. He probably heard about my family and thought I also had the ability to Prophecy, so he came to find me," Professor Trelawney said.

"Is this Prophecy related to the Lord Voldemort?" Albert suddenly asked.

"I don't know." Professor Trelawney shook her head. "If you want to know the details, you'll probably have to go to Dumbledore. Oh, and Snape probably knows too; he barged into the room and almost interrupted my Prophecy."

"It seems that this must be the Prophecy of the savior."

"That's what I thought too," she said.

Albert never doubted Professor Trelawney's intelligence; if she could be a con artist and still fool others, then none of them would be a fool.

Truly skilled Muggle Divination excel in self-suggestion, logical analysis, and improvisation; however, they fall short when it comes to genuine Prophecy magic.

"I cannot control my Prophecy abilities like you do, nor can I use them at will, but I believe I possess such abilities." Professor Trelawney looked earnestly at Albert. "Can you tell me exactly how you control your Prophecy abilities?"

That's exactly why Professor Trelawney sought out Albert; nobody wants to be a third-rate Seer.

"I'm afraid I can't give you any good advice, because I learned my Crystal Ball Divination from books on my own." Albert naturally wouldn't tell Professor Trelawney that he actually gained his Prophecy abilities through some kind of cheat code.

"Just like the description in the book," Albert briefly described his feelings as he made his Prophecy.

"Focus your attention on the crystal ball and keep thinking about what you want to know. If you succeed, you will see some fragments. The rest is to connect those fragments and decipher the meaning that the Prophecy is trying to express."

Professor Trelawney fell silent for a moment, then said, "Could you make Prophecy now?"

"Oh, of course, no problem!"

Albert stared at the crystal ball that Professor Trelawney had placed on the table, gazing at the white mist above it, and began to predict what would happen next semester.

Then he saw a line of text:

The Chamber of Secrets has been opened.

Be wary of those who oppose your heir.

What does this mean?

Professor Trelawney had clearly also seen the image appearing on the crystal ball.

Next, there's a scene of Copper Faucet engraved with Snake Mark.

"It's definitely not going to be anything good!" Albert thought for a moment and said, "This matter must be related to Slytherin."

"By the way, according to a record in Hogwarts, A History, Slytherin left behind a Chamber of Secrets at Hogwarts, and there seems to be something terrible inside."

Albert certainly knew what those words meant, but he still pretended that he had deduced them himself.

"... Only the Heir of Slytherin can open the Chamber of Secrets, release the horrors inside, and let them Purify the School, eliminating all those unworthy to learn magic."

"It seems the next semester won't be peaceful either!" Professor Trelawney murmured. "However, I doubt anyone would believe it before it happens!"

Albert looked at Professor Trelawney and felt as if he understood something.

"Since they think I'm a fraud, then I am a fraud. Besides, until I can truly control my Prophecy abilities like you do, I'm still just a fraud," Professor Trelawney said self-deprecatingly.

In fact, Albert was also surprised, not expecting that he would make such Prophecy. Moreover, Professor Trelawney had obviously seen the contents of the crystal ball as well, which meant that his Prophecy abilities had become stronger than before.

I should be more careful next semester.

Although Albert didn't think he would be so unlucky as to be targeted, he should still make some preparations.

Okay, to put it bluntly, it's just that I'm afraid of dying.