Harry wore an extremely peculiar expression as he left the Divination Classroom.
Just moments earlier, Professor Trelawney had suddenly delivered a prophecy as though she were having some sort of fit, and that prophecy had been decidedly eerie.
Tonight, the Dark Lord lay alone, friendless, abandoned by his followers. His servant had been held captive for these twelve years. And tonight, before midnight, this servant would break free of his former bonds and set out to rejoin his true master.
The Dark Lord would rise again with his servant's aid, more powerful and more terrible than ever. Tonight... before midnight... the servant... would set out... to rejoin... his true master...
(The original wording has been changed a little~)
But even stranger was how Trelawney had afterward insisted that she had made no such prophecy.
Under normal circumstances, Harry would certainly have thought Professor Trelawney was putting on an act. This time, however, he could not be sure, because just as Professor Trelawney had delivered the prophecy, his left hand, the Left Hand of Chaos and Calamity, had reacted.
At least in that instant, Professor Trelawney had been very far from normal.
The Dark Lord-was that Voldemort?
As Harry left the Divination Classroom and climbed down the ladder and spiral staircase, he was still muttering to himself inwardly. Could this professor, with all her mystical mumbo jumbo, really make prophecies?
But that prophecy was a bit too far-fetched. And she wouldn't even admit she'd made it. What was that all about?
With a head full of questions, Harry returned to the Common Room.
The squad of trolls was still patrolling outside the Common Room entrance. In fact, the Fat Lady had long since recovered from her ordeal and could now laugh and chat with the students passing by.
However, the money