A New Prophecy

"Very good, Miss Brown. What a splendid prophecy," the hunchbacked witch said dryly, her voice even hoarser than before, with a hint of gritted teeth.

She had proctored Divination exams for so many years, and this was not the first time she had heard a similar prophecy. Logically, she should not have reacted so strongly.

But Lavender Brown had tried to be clever and mentioned Voldemort.

Having lived through the First Wizarding War, the hunchbacked witch knew Voldemort's terror better than anyone. If possible, she did not want anything to do with Voldemort—not even something false.

It was foreseeable that Lavender Brown's score would not be very good.

"You may leave now. Your results will be sent by owl post, so keep an eye out for every owl," the hunchbacked witch said expressionlessly.

Lavender Brown, however, had no idea there was anything wrong and left happily. Hopefully, she would still be this happy after seeing her results.

"Now then, it's your turn." The hunchbacked witch walked over to Silvan.

Silvan, having snapped back to his senses, nodded and immediately focused all his attention on the crystal ball before him.

Like a cauldron heated over flames, the mist within the crystal ball began to swirl and churn beneath Silvan's gaze, growing faster and faster.

Soon, the mist in the center of the crystal ball vanished, revealing the hunchbacked witch's face.

Silvan narrowed his eyes.

The hunchbacked witch in the crystal ball seemed to be in a crowded, cramped space, surrounded on all sides by other people's arms and shoulders. Behind her, he could vaguely make out a wall with a grid pattern. That was far too common to be of any use.

Fortunately, a few seconds later, she moved. She stepped out of that cramped place, and several paper airplanes drifted