Even during the Divination the next day, Morris was still pondering the question of how long the portal would last.
The Gate of Two Realms was a magic he learned very early on.
He is no longer the novice mage he once was, and his understanding of various spells is much deeper than before.
To extend the duration of a portal, you must either increase the total amount of mana or reduce the rate at which energy is consumed.
Obviously, the former is much easier to implement.
" Mr. Black?"
Trelawney's voice suddenly came from beside him, interrupting Morris's thoughts, "Have you looked at your tea leaves?"
Morris snapped out of his reverie and looked down at the tray in his hands.
"What did you figure out?" Trelawney asked nervously.
"Maybe it's a star?" Morris replied uncertainly.
Today's Divination is about interpreting tea leaves. As the name suggests, it's about predicting the future from the shape of leftover tea leaves.
Although Morris believed that divination was useful, after taking so many lessons in divination, he still hadn't mastered the trick.
He even felt that Trelawney's teaching methods were problematic in themselves.
"Very good, Star," Trelawney nodded gently, putting her hand on Morris's shoulder, "But do you know what Star means?"
Morris shook his head.
"Let me see, and I'll tell you," Trelawney said, leaning close to Morris's teacup, her glasses almost touching the rim.
"Ah-"
Her expression suddenly turned horrified. "It's the Death Star!"
Upon seeing this, Morris frowned.
His professor seemed to have a particular fondness for steer the conversation toward "death."
Once or twice is fine.
If you use it too often, it will always give people a feeling that it is unreliable.
For example, right now, most students aren't reacting much.
They probably just thought Trelawney was a con artist.
Morris felt that even if Trelawney said at this moment, "I have special amulets here, only ten Galleon each," it wouldn't feel out of place.
Just then, the bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class.
"Be careful, be careful, may Merlin protect you." Trelawney left Morris with these words, then announced, "Class dismissed."
Clearly, she didn't want to work overtime either.
The students got up and started packing their things.
Morris was the last to leave. Before he left, he walked to the shelf by the wall and glanced at Trelawney's heirloom crystal ball.
He takes a look at the classroom every time he comes in; it has almost become a habit.
Trelawney did not object to this; in fact, she welcomed it.
Unfortunately, it was empty again this time.
Morris shook his head in disappointment.
He was about to turn around when Trelawney's voice suddenly came from behind him.
Be careful, you must be careful...
The sound was somewhat eerie.
Morris stopped and turned around.
Trelawney stood behind the table he had just used, her hands on the surface, leaning forward, head down, and beads of sweat appearing on her forehead.
Is it going to be that pretentious performance again? Morris wondered.
Trelawney often did this in order to maintain her identity Seer.
Then, Trelawney's voice changed.
A hoarse, low voice, seemingly coming from a very distant place.
The sound didn't sound like something a human could make.
Morris's expression turned serious.
He sensed a strange magical energy emanating from the other person, unlike anything he had ever felt before.
... Be very careful. You are about to face a powerful enemy, stronger than any you can imagine, and more dangerous than any danger you have ever faced. It's about to happen...
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Trelawney's voice trailed off.
"Right at what?" Morris couldn't help but ask.
Trelawney did not answer.
She slowly raised her head, blinked, looked at Morris, and her voice regained its usual ethereal quality, " Mr. Black? What are you still here for? The bell has already rung."
Morris didn't know what to say.
Clearly, Trelawney made a Prophecy unconsciously just now.
But why did it stop right at that intriguing part?
Before Morris could ask any more questions, Trelawney spoke up first.
"I'm a little tired, Mr. Black," she said wearily. "The manifestation of the Third Eye is always too taxing. Let me rest for a while."
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She leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes, and soon began to breathe steadily.
She fell asleep.
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It's really irresponsible of him to fall asleep halfway through Prophecy.
Morris sighed and turned to leave.
Even if you ask, you probably won't get any useful information.
Morris returned to his dorm, his expression somewhat strange as he recalled Trelawney's unfinished Prophecy.
Why does he always feel that Trelawney's Prophecy didn't provide any information at all?
The statement "There will be a battle with a powerful enemy" can be applied to almost anyone.
The only thing of any value was the unfinished phrase, "Right there."
But ironically, she didn't mention this most valuable part.
Prophecy are really unreliable.
Morris suddenly became curious about the principles behind Prophecy.
Perhaps we could consult a more capable Seer?
He had already seen Trelawney's level of skill; he couldn't count on her.
After a moment's thought, a name popped into Morris's mind.
Grindelwald.
Yes, isn't Grindelwald a perfect Seer?
Perhaps the other party can help him complete the Prophecy.
But not now.
Nurmengard is currently estimated to be in its most heavily defended period.
Morris decided to wait a little longer.
In the days that followed, Morris devoted himself to researching teleportation portals.
One evening two weeks later.
dormitory.
Moonlight streamed in through the window.
Morris stood in the center of the room, looking down at the magic circle of the Gate of Two Realms gleaming in the moonlight, a satisfied smile on his face.
Two weeks of hard work have finally paid off.
The current magic circle is no different from the original, but the magic power it contains is completely different.
The current duration is more than five times longer than usual.
Of course, it's possible to maintain it for longer, but that would require consuming more Gap Energy Crystal, and the magic circle wouldn't be very stable.
Morris entered the magic circle and controlled himself to enter a state of suspended animation.
The next second, he had already entered the Gap World.
His only goal was to find the "world of the dead" that Grindelwald spoke of.
He was very curious about what that world was like.
Morris stepped out of Hogwarts Castle in the Gap World and headed in the direction directly opposite the main gate.
This journey is longer than any before.
Morris walked across the greyish-white wasteland, and time passed slowly.
"Still not working?"
However, he walked very, very far, and the surroundings were still familiar.