Morris thought the crystal ball would soon be restored to its original state, but the fragments did not come together to form a sphere.
They arranged and combined to form another new shape: a circle, a triangle, and a vertical line.
The symbol of the Deathly Hallows.
Upon seeing this, Morris stroked his chin.
"Ah!" Trelawney gasped, her eyes widening as she cried out, "This is fate's way of showing you!"
"Oh, I know." Morris nodded.
He had seen the mark of the Deathly Hallows many times before.
So... what does this mean?
Although he was puzzled, Morris's expression remained largely unchanged.
After all, he had seen this mark in Grindelwald's Prophecy before, so it was quite normal for it to appear again.
"Do you know what to do, Mr. Black?" Trelawney suddenly leaned closer to Morris and asked nervously.
"What should we do?" Morris raised an eyebrow curiously.
He was curious to hear what Trelawney had to say.
Although this Divination professor mostly acts mysterious and unorthodox, he does possess some genuine skills.
Trelawney was about to speak when she suddenly rolled her eyes, lost her balance, and stumbled, stepping on the Deathly Hallows symbol made of fragments.
A cracking sound rang out, and the markers were trampled into pieces.
"Ah--" Trelawney looked down at the mess at her feet, initially flustered, but quickly calmed down, feigning profundity. " Mr. Black, it seems there's a mysterious force preventing you from peeking into destiny."
Morris didn't know what to say.
He simply watched Trelawney try to justify herself.
Just then, something unexpected happened.
The shattered crystal shards on the ground suddenly began to move on their own—this time, Morris didn't use any magic.
They began to recombine, and eventually changed their appearance again.
It was a crown.
Morris felt it was somewhat similar to the Ravenclaw crown he had seen in Draco's memories.
However, unlike the Ravenclaw's Diadem, which is made up of fragments of a crystal ball, the space where sapphires should have been set is empty.
The groove, like an empty eye, stared straight at Morris, creating an inexplicable sense of unease.
Morris looked around, trying to find the person who had cast the spell on the crystal ball shards, but there was no one there.
"Did you do this, Professor Trelawney?" Morris turned to look at the Divination professor.
Trelawney paused for a few seconds, her expression shifting from blank to thoughtful.
"Cough cough."
She cleared her throat, coughed a few times, straightened her back, and tried to appear more authoritative. "Yes, it was me. It's the power of Prophecy, Mr. Black. I hope it helps you."
His tone was a little unnatural, Morris thought.
Clearly, this wasn't Trelawney's doing either.
At least it wasn't done intentionally.
But it doesn't matter anymore.
"I see." Morris didn't call him out on it. "Thank you, Professor."
"You're welcome." Trelawney smiled. "I should go now."
After saying that, she left in a hurry, not even bothering with the shards of the crystal ball on the ground.
After saying goodbye to Professor Trelawney and cleaning up the mess, Morris continued toward the Headmaster's Office, pondering what had just happened.
The Ravenclaw's Diadem that transformed from the crystal ball shards was definitely trying to convey a message to him.
What is it?
"Ah, Morris, hello. You came to see me?"
As he approached the entrance to the Headmaster's Office, lost in thought, a familiar voice came from ahead.
Morris looked up and saw Dumbledore standing in front of him.
Today, Dumbledore was wearing a dark blue robe, a rare color that made his silver-white beard stand out even more.
"Professor," Morris stopped, "I was just about to look for you."
Dumbledore gave him a gentle smile. "Go to my office. But you'll have to wait a few minutes."
"What happened?" Morris asked.
"No, it's nothing," Dumbledore replied cheerfully. "I wish I could have a lavatory built in my office."
Morris:
It seems that even the most powerful wizards need to use the restroom.
" Sherbet Lemon."
As soon as Morris finished speaking, the stone statue at the entrance to the Headmaster's Office quickly moved aside, revealing the spiral staircase behind it.
"Oh, you guessed right the first time." Dumbledore smiled at this and turned to walk slowly down the corridor.
Morris believed that Dumbledore should change the password to the Headmaster's Office.
It's just the same few dessert and candy names over and over again, very easy to guess.
But upon closer reflection, it doesn't seem necessary. After all, most people wouldn't break into the Headmaster's Office. And even if they did, Fawkes is always there to guard the place, so there's no need to worry about security.
Morris walked up the spiral staircase and entered the Headmaster's Office.
On the golden perch by the wall, Fawkes raised its head and let out a clear call after seeing him.
"Hi Fawkes. You just came back from the ashes?"
Morris noticed that Fawkes's hair hadn't fully grown in yet and casually asked a question.
Fawkes did not answer and silently turned away.
It seems their relationship is still not very good.
Morris shrugged and sat down in the chair opposite Dumbledore's desk.
A thick notebook lay open on the table, its pages filled with dense, tiny characters.
Upon closer inspection, he discovered that the text contained Prophecy, seemingly introductions and accounts of famous historical Seer.
Just as Morris was about to take another look, the door was pushed open.
Dumbledore walked in briskly, patted Fawkes on the head, and then sat down opposite Morris.
"I think you must have something very important to tell me," he said.
Morris nodded and told Dumbledore what Draco had done—of course, he omitted the details that might cause him trouble.
" Ravenclaw's Diadem..." Dumbledore. " Voldemort could very well have turned it into Horcrux. He liked to use objects of sentimental value to hold fragments of his soul... Are you sure Malfoy took it from Hogwarts?"
"I can assure you," Morris said. "If there are any problems, you can check with Malfoy. I can provide Veritaserum."
Dumbledore immediately waved his hand, his expression serious. "We cannot use Veritaserum on students, Morris."
Morris shrugged.
Does this mean that Legilimency is legal?
Some things are better left unsaid.
"What's next?" Morris asked.