The silver thread sank into the crystal ball, and its once-clear interior instantly filled with milky-white light.
The other students were drawn to the strange sight and gathered around.
They held their breath, staring intently at the crystal ball.
The light gradually faded, and a clear image appeared before them.
In a gloomy graveyard, a large cauldron bubbled and steamed.
A figure carrying a creature the size of a baby slowly approached the cauldron.
Without hesitation, the figure threw the "baby" into it.
The "baby" was left to stew in the cauldron, yet it did not utter so much as a scream.
As time passed, changes began to take place inside the cauldron.
The "baby's" body began to swell, its limbs stretching and its skin turning pale.
Finally, a bald, noseless figure in gray robes slowly rose from the cauldron.
Even as a mere image, it sent chills down everyone's spines.
The classroom fell deathly silent.
"Y-You-Know-Who!" Someone was the first to recognize the figure and pointed a trembling finger at the crystal ball.
Those words instantly filled the entire classroom with panic.
Although they had never lived through Voldemort's reign, they had all grown up hearing terrifying stories about him. In the Wizarding World, his name alone could silence a crying child.
Harry sprang to his feet and cried, "Voldemort!"
He turned to Hermione. "What's going on?!"
Hermione shrugged. "An accurate prophecy. Professor Trelawney, would you say this prophecy is accurate enough?"
Is this really the time to be talking about that?!
Everyone inwardly screamed, Just look at what you've predicted!
Trelawney had now recovered from the shock of seeing Voldemort. She looked at the crystal ball, then at Hermione, before lowering her head. Her lips trembled as she muttered over and over:
"Impossible. How is this possible? How