"Here."
Trelawney pointed to a passage and read it aloud.
"If you want to become a Seer, you should first try to find your Second Sight—it's actually the Celestial Eye, also known as the Eye of the Seer. Once you have Second Sight, you can make true prophecies."
After reading the passage, she looked at Voldemort with eager anticipation.
"You have the Celestial Eye, child. You have it."
Trelawney was so excited, you'd think she'd found a bottle of hundred-year-old wine. Her excitement left Voldemort deeply puzzled.
"Professor, don't you have the Celestial Eye too?" Voldemort asked.
Trelawney froze. Voldemort immediately sensed the fear in her heart.
"Ahem... yes, cough, of course I have Second Sight. I mean, the Celestial Eye. Of course, it's also called the Eye of the Seer... Mm, yes, that's right."
Trelawney got to her feet, turned around, and went back to her breakfast.
She picked up her milk and gazed blankly out the window.
Voldemort was utterly bewildered by her. Why had she suddenly gone quiet?
"I don't have the Celestial Eye, child. I lied," Trelawney said suddenly.
She turned again, showing Voldemort even more of her back.
"People are always asking me, 'You're the great Seer Cassandra Trelawney's great-granddaughter?'
"I say, 'Yes.'
"Then they ask, 'Are you the first person in your family since Cassandra to have Second Sight?'
"I proudly say, 'Yes, it skipped three generations.'"
As Trelawney acted out the conversation, she changed her voice.
Clearly, she'd gone through this many times before, because she imitated both people perfectly.
Voldemort smacked his lips. He understood Trelawney's problem:
This Divination teacher, who had opened her Celestial Eye countless times, had never realized she'd made a true prophecy.
"Sniff..."
Trelawney's shoulders rose and fell, as though she were sniffling.
Then, with her back to