Harry Trelawney Potter?

After March, the weather became a bit clearer, but every time they went outside, the biting cold wind still made their hands and faces ache.

The owls couldn't deliver the message in time because the strong winds always blew them off course.

This made Ron very frustrated.

In fact, every few days, he would receive a letter from Vienne Campbell at breakfast.

Then, during the break between classes, I went to the Owlery to find Pigwidgeon and mail her a letter.

He has maintained this kind of contact with Ms. Campbell, a pen pal he met during the summer vacation who also likes Filch.

But now, because of the strong winds.

He always received the letter just before class was about to start, or during class.

Most professors would be tolerant of this.

But if it were Snape, he would suffer the sharp tongue of the now even more acerbic Snape.

After finally finding the time to read the letter, write a reply, and send it out, he still had to brave the strong winds to go to the Owlery.

Perhaps it's because the owls are familiar with Hogwarts.

Both Pigwidgeon and Harry's Hedwig preferred to stay in the Owlery —a hut built specifically for owls.

They socialize here, or have kittens with other owls.

And it provides a mail delivery service for young wizards who don't have owls.

Ron thinks this is why cats make up the majority of pets at Hogwarts.

Because it's for delivering messages, it doesn't need its own owl.

If you're willing to take the time to visit the Owlery.

And today, it's another day of strong winds.

Charms Class, he had to go to the shed again.

"Ron, does Filch know that you and Ms. Campbell are pen pals?" Harry asked.

He was speechless.

Because every time he goes to an outside venue, it means he will run into students from other schools.

When most people whisper among themselves and give you the cold shoulder when they see you.

You'll also find it annoying.

The same goes for Harry.

He's actually not too keen on leaving the castle lately.

But because of Ron, Harry always had to accompany him outside the castle.

At the beginning of the month, Harry and Ginny didn't fall out over the gift (Ginny felt he was too biased towards Ron).

But Ginny was unwilling to go with them to the shack.

At first, he didn't quite understand.

But now he finally understands.

Ron, Lavender's boyfriend, spends his days writing letters to another woman.

Although Ms. Campbell wasn't particularly attractive, Ron wouldn't necessarily like her.

Their compatibility stemmed more from shared values and personalities.

But if he were Lavender, he would probably do something even more outrageous than Ginny.

He now realized that Ron might be the 'Ms. Campbell' in his relationship with Ginny.

Fortunately, Ron has other identities: his roommate, brother-in-law, and Ginny's brother.

He doesn't need to separate from Ron to avoid suspicion.

All you need to do is treat everyone fairly.

Especially when it comes to gifts.

"Harry, Harry, what's wrong?"

"Didn't you just ask me a question?" Ron asked, looking at Harry, who was suddenly leaning against the window and staring blankly.

Harry has been spacing out a lot lately.

He seriously suspected that all that magical energy had been poured into Harry's brain.

It often caused Harry to get stuck in his head and space out.

"Was I spacing out just now?" Harry asked.

The sudden discovery set his mind racing, pushing it to its limits.

This immediately drew his attention to the spider crawling on its web in the upper right corner of the window.

The spider was still on the windowsill when he asked Ron his question.

Judging from the spider's speed, almost a minute had clearly passed between the windowsill and the upper right corner of the window.

"Let's go find Madam Pomfrey," Ron said quickly.

Harry shook his head. "No, it might be related to the magic Dumbledore infused into it."

I need to find Ryan.

Where is Ryan?

"We just need to find Ginny. She and Luna are in frequent contact."

In a corner of the library, the two sat on the floor.

There were books spread out all around.

However, Madam Pince, who cherished books above all else, showed no reaction.

The number of books laid out also indicates that the two have been here for a long time.

Madam Pince, who patrolled the library almost every fifteen minutes, could not possibly have missed them.

However, this is exactly what happened.

Even more outrageous, Ron dragged Harry along, and Harry dragged Ginny along as they stormed into the library.

While shouting loudly about where Ryan was, Madam Pince remained focused on her own little corner of the world.

"Here." A voice echoed in the hearts of the three anxious people.

A real-time map also appears.

It pointed out the direction where Ryan was now.

"They're in the Restricted Section!" Ron exclaimed.

"Wait, are we in the library now?" Harry suddenly realized.

This made him instinctively shrink his neck.

He could almost feel Madam Pince breathing against the back of his neck.

This is a feeling that any student who enjoys reading in the library can relate to.

Even if you understand the rules and regulations perfectly and abide by them.

You also won't have Madam Pince's love of books.

Even if you leave the smallest crease in the book.

She will also notice and give you a cold look.

Ron realized this as well.

They stopped walking.

However, they didn't have time to worry about these things.

Ginny then dragged him toward the back of the library— the Restricted Section.

Ginny practically hurdled over the ropes separating the Restricted Section books from the rest of the collection.

Harry fell into deep thought again.

Because they had gotten close to that terrifying being that had become a threat to the three of them.

His mind went blank. Although his body was moving, his peripheral vision kept glancing at the peeling, faded gold lettering on the banned books, spelling out words he couldn't understand.

Some don't even have titles.

The most horrifying of them were even dark stains caused by blood.

A faint whisper seemed to emanate from the stain.

The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

Then, he woke up.

Ryan and Luna were standing in front of him.

The ground was covered with open books.

The words above felt like a branding iron had been branded into the brain.

Ginny and Ron seem to have already told Ryan and Luna the whole story.

"Harry's situation, in Divination terms, means that his Third Eye has awakened."

"But Harry was able to Prophecy long ago, wasn't he?" Ginny was puzzled by Ryan's answer.

His Prophecy depended more on his connection with Voldemort.

It was less of Prophecy and more of a synesthesia. Ryan shrugged.

"Oh dear, will Harry become as eccentric as Trelawney if things continue like this?" Ron's face was full of worry.

Just as Professor Trelawney looked down on Ron looked down on her in return.

They thought she was crazy and confused.

He was so foolish as to speak ill of Lavender.

"Then why am I spacing out? Does having Third Eye mean you'd be like Professor Trelawney— " Harry swallowed.

"This has something to do with me."

Your Third Eye has nothing to do with Prophecy; it's more of an intuition during battle.

Because my existence is not something you can hide.

When your brain senses me, it will subconsciously freeze and then try to escape.