Christmas Dinner

Sybill Trelawney had made the "Savior Star" prophecy while in a trance. Dumbledore had recognized something unusual in her and invited her to join the teaching staff at Hogwarts.

And that "Savior Star" prophecy had spread far and wide. When Harry, still a baby, survived Voldemort's attack with a lightning-bolt scar on his forehead, and Voldemort disappeared afterward, everyone became utterly convinced of its truth.

But they had overlooked one very important point. The prophecy said, "That person was born into a family that had defeated the Dark Lord three times."

Clearly, Harry Potter did not meet that condition, but... Voldemort had chosen him... so he was the destined "Savior Star"!

"Trelawney?!! She can't predict the future. All she does is stare at an oversized glass orb and recite spells that don't even sound like spells!"

Hermione shot back. She knew nothing about that great prophecy. As far as she was concerned, the future lay in her own hands, not in a glass orb, much less a deck of cards.

"I really have had rotten luck. Every time the Chamber Monster attacks someone, I stumble across the scene afterward. Maybe I should go to the Forbidden Forest and ask the centaurs for help."

When it came to divining the future, centaurs were indeed far more capable than Trelawney. However, their habits meant that the practical value of their prophetic abilities was close to zero.

"Harry, Ronan and Bane won't tell you anything. They'll just gaze up at the night sky and repeat useless things like 'the sky is beautiful tonight' and 'the stars are bright.' Forget about it!"

Harry imagined the centaurs gazing up at the stars, answering every question he asked with "the starry sky is beautiful," and could not help sighing.

Hearing his sigh, Hermione said disapprovingly, "Harry,