The Chosen One Prophecy

"Potter, you didn't hear it yourself. How could you know which way the voice traveled?"

Dumbledore fixed Harry Potter, who was breaking out in a cold sweat, with his piercing pale-blue gaze.

Harry was terribly nervous. He had no idea how to explain, and he thought he finally understood how Ginny felt whenever she fled in a panic.

But he was facing the Hogwarts Headmaster. He couldn't run!

At that critical moment, Luo Bin slapped his forehead. "Right! The voice did circle the first-floor ceiling. I told Harry, Hermione, and Ron about it before. Harry, thanks for reminding me!"

"You're welcome. Glad I could help!"

Harry smiled at Luo Bin, grateful that he had got him out of trouble.

"Then this red line needs adjusting."

Dumbledore picked up his quill and drew several loops beneath the Second-Floor Girls' Bathroom on the first-floor ceiling.

"Luo Bin, can you remember any more details?"

"No. I could rack my brains all day and still come up with nothing else!"

"And you, Harry? Is there anything you'd like to tell me about the whispers inside the Stone Wall?"

Harry pressed his lips tightly together and shook his head.

"All right. That will be all for today. Go back and get some rest. Don't listen to the rumors outside, much less believe them. Once the Mandrakes mature and Justin Finch-Fletchley takes the antidote, the truth will come out!"

Harry's eyes suddenly lit up. "Right! Once Mrs. Norris, Justin Finch-Fletchley, and Nearly Headless Nick wake up, no one will call me the heir anymore!"

More than half of Harry's worries vanished in an instant. Once Dumbledore gave his approval, Harry pulled Luo Bin out of the Headmaster's Office.

When they came out, Hagrid was brushing snow and wood chips off himself. "Oh, you're finally out. What