The conversation in the Headmaster's Office continued.
The former headmasters and headmistresses were all talking at once, discussing among themselves where the things Su Er had mentioned could be.
The gagged old man tied to a chair struggled desperately, his face red. Clearly, he had an urgent desire to join the conversation.
For now, though, the discussion yielded no results. All of this would take time to investigate; clearly, answers would not come anytime soon.
"When did you 'see' these things, Mr. Bones?" Dumbledore asked softly, his brow relaxing.
Su Er dragged his gaze away from the rapidly spinning little rod. "I 'saw' that monster when the first attack happened. I was very frightened then and didn't 'see' anything more until I got that black notebook."
Dumbledore nodded, an inscrutable look flashing through his bright blue eyes.
"I have a friend who also possesses a gift similar to yours."
Something stirred in Su Er's heart. Seeing the nostalgia and other indistinct, heavy emotions flash through Dumbledore's eyes, he suddenly grew intensely curious about this friend Dumbledore had mentioned and wanted to hear more.
"This is a very precious gift, Mr. Bones." In the end, Dumbledore did not elaborate. His gaze settled on Su Er. "It lies hidden in a wizard's blood, deep within the soul. Very few people can bring it to the surface."
"We generally call it-the gift of a seer, or, to put it another way, a prophet."
Su Er smiled awkwardly and lowered his head. He knew himself best. Prophecy, my ass. I'm just one of the vast army of transmigrators. I've already disgraced them by failing to unite the Wizard World and the Muggle World in my first year, or to destroy Voldemort and take Dumbledore head-on.
*Wait, no. I can't be so absolute about not