World Prophecy
Hogwarts Castle, Trelawney's office.
Sybill Trelawney was no longer the eccentric woman she used to be; her neatly combed hair was piled high, and behind her large, round glasses gleamed a shrewd and sharp gaze.
As nearly a year has passed, she has gradually mastered and become familiar with the Divination skills hidden in her blood—a mysterious power called "the Inner Eye." This has allowed her to regain her confidence in life, and she even had a premonition of Skylar's visit today and had made preparations.
Skylar had barely sat down at her desk, not even having adjusted his posture, when Trelawney suddenly leaned forward, her bright, piercing eyes fixed on Skylar's, muttering repeatedly, "How could this be... Impossible... Impossible..."
"Professor, it's been a long time. Why do you look so wary of me the moment you see me?" Skylar couldn't help but chuckle at Trelawney's expression.
Trelawney sat up straight, gently massaging his temples with his index fingers, and let out a long breath.
"My Inner Eye tells me that Hogwarts will soon attract the hawk-wolf enemy, an enemy who was originally closely related to me. However, fate seems to have been influenced by some mysterious force, forcibly shifting its trajectory..." Trelawney narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Although I can't quite put my finger on the reason, I have a vague feeling that this matter is inextricably linked to you..."
Skylar smiled calmly and said, "I'm not Prophecy, so how could I know?"
Skylar crossed his fingers on the table, speaking leisurely, "Even if it's true, and some of the schemes I've orchestrated over the past year have indeed influenced Hogwarts' predetermined fate, so what? Professor, you should know my character. I allied with you precisely because I value your keen eye for people and your ability to read people. You don't think I would be a threat to you, do you?"
"Of course not. In fact, this shift will only benefit me. The enemy that might have harmed me seems to have changed targets..." Trelawney said.
"Then what else is bothering you?" Skylar asked, puzzled.
"You don't understand," Trelawney shook his head, looking distressed. "It's not that I'm looking for fate, but that fate has come to me. Those mysterious and inexplicable images keep appearing in my mind, making it impossible for me to concentrate in class or sleep peacefully."
"So, is there anything I can do to help, Professor?" Skylar raised an eyebrow and asked.
"I don't think so," Trelawney sighed, and said slowly, "I was thinking that when I met you, I would be able to unravel those mysteries that have been troubling me for so long. It seems I overestimated my abilities—"
"Mr. Malfoy..." Trelawney's eyes gleamed with a strange light, a mixture of curiosity and anticipation. "You know, fate is actually a magical force that transcends magic. Even the most powerful wizard cannot avoid being tainted by fate, but—I see absolutely no trace of fate in you..."
"There seems to be an extremely high-level, profound power within you, concealing the mark of your destiny, making it impossible for me to see through you. Could it be that you...?" Trelawney's deep voice began to tremble slightly at this point, "... have you already taken that legendary step?"
"Hmm, actually I don't quite understand what you mean," Skylar said in a deep voice, "My magic power is already very strong. Under special circumstances, I can possess magic power comparable to that of Grand Sorcerer for a short period of time. I wonder if that counts?"
Trelawney shook his head and said, "It's not entirely about magic. Dumbledore and the Dark Lord were Grand Sorcerer, but I can still glimpse a bit of the trajectory of their destinies, although it's extremely difficult—reaching their level of magical cultivation means possessing a portion of the power to influence one's own fate. Although, in my view, it will ultimately be futile, unable to truly and completely escape the shackles of fate..."
"But you are different," Trelawney took a deep breath and said with certainty, "Your power isn't Dumbledore's, yet my Inner Eye has absolutely no effect on you. This is clearly not a matter of the total amount of magic power; rather, my Inner Eye has encountered a higher level of power. Can you tell me where this miraculous power within you comes from?" She paused for a moment before her eyes burned with fervor as she asked, "Have you broken free of the shackles of fate?"
Skylar shrugged, looking helpless, and said, "I'm sorry, I really know nothing about what you're saying."
In fact, Skylar had a secret guess in his heart. When he experienced the third magical surge, he broke through the limitations of this world and met a being who called himself "Destiny" at the boundary of dimensions. It was on that occasion that he felt the inexplicable power of destiny.
Ever since he accepted the gift from that "fate," he has had an indescribable aura about him, a feeling of breaking free from shackles and suddenly seeing the light, as if everything is under his control.
Of course, he couldn't tell anyone about this, not even his most trusted friends like Daphne, let alone Trelawney, who was just an ally.
"Oh," Trelawney sighed with some disappointment, then perked up and asked, "Never mind, you came to see me today because you need me to do Divination for you, right?"
Trelawney and Skylar had made a pact that Skylar would perform ten Divination for Schelling. Before today, Skylar had already used two of his chances: the first was to Divination whereabouts of the missing Puddlemere United players, and the second was to Divination the situation of Meredith, who had been kidnapped.
"That's right," Skylar's expression suddenly turned very serious, and he said in a low voice, "I want you—"
"Divination the future of this world!"
Beneath an unremarkable, empty shop in Knockturn Alley lies a hidden, dark, and unknown underground Chamber of Secrets.
Compared to Diagon Alley, the number of people passing through Knockturn Alley isn't huge, but it's not small either. Every day, at least a dozen people hurry past this empty shop, but strangely, no one ever glances at it even once.
No one in the wizarding world, or even across Europe, knew that hidden within this Chamber of Secrets was the true culprit behind the centuries-long chaos that had gripped the wizarding world of Europe and America.
The Knights of Walpurgis, the true leaders--
One of the four great sorcerers of ancient Greece, the first Parseltongue in history, and the inventor of Horcrux.
Vile Herpo.
With a low crackling sound, four wizards cloaked in black appeared in the empty shop.
As everyone removed their hoods, their identities were revealed—"Dark Lord" Voldemort, "Witch Queen" Morgan le Fay, "Pirate King" Barbarossa, and a slightly unfamiliar face, none other than the infamous "Great Black Wizard" Jafar Yahya from the Middle East.
Any one of these four people, if they appeared anywhere on Earth, would be someone who could cause a major earthquake with a stomp of their foot. Yet here they were, gathered in an extremely dilapidated, empty shop, with not even a place to sit.
Judging from the positions of the four people, Jafar was clearly in charge.
Jafar, the leader, whispered, "This is it. The master is down below. Let's go down—hiss... Sartha elixir... (Voldemort's friendly translation for the reader: Open up, Typhon, the Typhon of night)"
The group of people then disappeared into the shop.