The Hidden Third Eye

"Trelawney, what have you done?"

Xiwen stared in shock at the pool of bright red blood on the ground and exclaimed in horror.

He Vulnera Sanentur pulled his wand from his sleeve and chanted "Vulnera!"

The spell "Sanentur".

However, just as the blood began to show signs of flowing backward, Trelawney suddenly closed her eyes and called out in a cold voice:

"Take back your spell, and leave me alone!"

"You're bleeding to death! How can I just ignore you?" Xiwen said anxiously, while his chanting of the spell continued almost without stopping, urging the healing magic to work.

"Rozier, I've been waiting for this day for a long time." Trelawney's voice suddenly became calm, carrying a convincing power that slowly soothed Xiwen's anxious emotions. "Believe me, I'm doing what I foresaw long ago. It's alright!"

Xiwen stared silently at the witch lying in a pool of bright red blood before him, his chanting gradually fading away.

After the Healing Charm lost its guiding effect, the blood that had been flowing back immediately fell back to the ground, pooling together once again into an even larger pool of blood.

At the same time, the blood overflowing from Trelawney's eyes gradually turned into a silver liquid, pouring onto the pool of blood like mercury. Its silver color intertwined with the crimson blood on the ground, creating a strange scene.

The next moment, the silver liquid suddenly coalesced, and an incredibly clear image slowly emerged from the pool of blood—

The dry environment features exposed soil and sand dunes, resembling a desolate desert.

A towering city stands in this oasis in the desert, with double-layered defensive walls. The high walls are decorated with multiple layers of glazed reliefs of animal images, mostly bulls and long-necked, horned monsters. The walls are blue with ochre and green borders.

A young man with an almost otherworldly handsome face stood atop the city wall, his expression one of fervor, gazing down at the boundless desert below and the long river that cut through it, his heart filled with excitement.

The camera focused on the young man's face, and Xiwen slowly opened his eyes wide.

"Yes, it's definitely Riddle in the picture," he said in surprise.

The next moment, the image vanished, along with the silver liquid that had dripped from Trelawney's eyes, disappearing into thin air.

Before Xiwen could even rejoice at receiving Riddle's message, he suddenly remembered the witch's condition beside him. He immediately turned his gaze to Trelawney's tightly closed eyes and asked worriedly, "Are you alright, Trelawney?"

"I'm fine," Trelawney said weakly to Xiwen, her face deathly pale. "I'll need your help with the treatment from now on, Rozier."

Xiwen nodded heavily, waved his wand, and muttered the Healing Charm spell repeatedly, almost like a deep song.

"Vulnera Sanentur... Vulnera Sanentur (Vulnera)"

Sanentur... Vulnera

Sanentur)..."

As Xiwen chanted, Trelawney's bright red blood, which had dripped onto the ground, miraculously floated upwards and flowed back into her eyes. The blood on her face also flowed back into her eyes, leaving no trace of crimson on the outside.

However, not a single drop of silver liquid flowed back into those strange eyes from the pool of blood.

When Trelawney opened her eyes again, her strange silver pupils had turned into a pure light gray, no longer appearing all-knowing and aloof, but instead brimming with vitality.

"Your eyes..." Xiwen asked, stunned.

Trelawney's light gray eyes flickered, seemingly unaccustomed to the sight, and very slowly focused on Xiwen.

"I think... I can finally see you clearly, in a normal way..." She was initially taken aback, then a faint smile appeared on her lips as she said to Xiwen, "To be honest, I've been waiting for this day to become a normal person for far too long."

"How could this happen? What price did you pay to fulfill this Prophecy?!" Xiwen asked, unable to accept it.

"A price? Not really a price for me," Trelawney laughed with relief. "I've finally lost that feeling of seeing through everything, of all the trajectories of the world unfolding before my eyes."

"In fact, it makes me feel very relaxed and natural. I no longer want to be seen as a freak by others."

"Won't you feel regretful?" Xiwen asked.

"There might be a little regret, but you have to give up something to gain something!" Trelawney said with a relieved smile.

"But..."

Looking into her light gray eyes, Xiwen was speechless.

Trelawney, however, simply changed the subject gracefully, steer the conversation back to the plan itself, which was of interest to Xiwen.

"Don't worry about me yet," she said. "Time is of the essence. Can you find where Riddle is right now?"

"Yes, I understand." Xiwen nodded slightly and said.

"The Mesopotamian region in West Asia, where there was an ancient area called Mesopotamia, is also the possible origin of the Death in Europe legends. I learned a bit about this place when I was investigating the god of Death," he explained.

"However, it now seems that some followers of the Death once left traces there, which led to the discovery of some clues by the Muggle World and Wizarding World. Through misinformation and word-of-mouth, the rumor gradually arose that the Grim Death originated from the Mesopotamia region."

"So Riddle is in this spot you're talking about?" Trelawney asked.

"If I'm not mistaken, that should be the case," Xiwen replied. "The architectural style of Mesopotamia was quite distinctive back then, and combined with the current desert environment, it's still relatively easy to identify."

"Then why aren't you going to find him?!" Trelawney urged sternly. "Although I can no longer see what's happening in this world, I know that every minute you delay, people suffer another minute of Death!"

Upon hearing her words, Xiwen nodded heavily, his eyes gradually hardening.

He suddenly stood up, raised his hand, and opened a Dimensional Gate, leading to a region that was once a fertile land a thousand years ago, but is now just a desert.

That's where, according to ancient legend, the Death once originated...

Just as he was about to step out of the golden halo, Xiwen paused slightly and said softly:

"Thank you for your help, Trelawney."

He then strode forward without looking back toward the tall city hidden in the oasis, concealed by magic.

The sky over the Mesopotamian Plain was like a thick quilt, gloomy and overcast, with occasional howling winds that whipped up sand and pebbles from the desert, making the space look desolate and bleak.

Further ahead, where the magical power was sensed, a thick, all-encompassing black mist descended from the sky, carrying with it the hiss of death and the groans of all things, rampaging wantonly.

Just as Xiwen touched the invisible barrier, countless Dementor appeared out of thin air in front of him, seemingly about to devour his spirit.

Seeing this horrifying scene, Xiwen actually laughed with relief.

"Looks like the location is correct," he said with a smile.

The next moment, a silvery-white light suddenly shone brightly around Xiwen, driving away all the dark creatures!