ca-book Chapter 214 Another Prophecy
Chapter 214 Another Prophecy
The crowd was crowded in front of the Blood Letter, and the teachers and students were all focused on the secret room and the cat.
Snape left quietly. The students were still in the Great Hall, and his own footsteps echoed in the corridors.
The Fat Madam had had a few too many drinks and was currently dozing off in an armchair. When she heard the voice, she raised her heavy eyelids and saw a vague human figure in front of her.
"Password?"
"Wait someone."
"Wrong password - oh - I'm waiting for someone." The fat lady lowered her eyelids and continued to sleep, and after a few breaths, she began to snore evenly.
Not long after, Dumbledore came out from behind the portrait.
Snape asked curtly, "Found it?"
"It's not hard to find." Dumbledore said very briefly.
Snape asked again, "How was it?" He was asking Ginny.
Dumbledore nodded slightly, "Very well, Severus."
There was no one around, but they were having a conversation that had no beginning or end and was completely incomprehensible.
Quickly arriving at the entrance of the principal's office, it was time to give instructions again. However, Snape stood in front of the stone beast statue, his lips turned white, determined not to utter a word.
Dumbledore pushed up his half-moon glasses and patted his shoulder gently. Then he walked up to the stone statue and said to it in a measured tone, "Baa, baa baa baa marshmallow."
Dumbledore has been changing passwords according to his mood recently. If the passwords used in the past year were written on parchment, it would be at least ten inches longer than the menu on sale in the dessert shop.
Snape stepped onto the spiral staircase with a dark face, "Headmaster, would you like to consider setting the password to something more common?"
Dumbledore said cheerfully, "Oh, isn't it ordinary? Honey Earl's best-selling model, maybe you prefer the password from three days ago -"
"It's impossible to like it. I think the actual effect of these passwords is to block me and people who are not qualified to know the passwords from the door."
"I understand that you feel too childish to speak out. Severus, when you live to my age you will understand how valuable a young mind is."
Dumbledore pushed open the oak door as usual and reached out to grab a few candies in the candy dish out of habit.
There is a phoenix resting on a gilded perch. Its wings are half drooped tiredly, and some of its golden-red feathers are missing. It doesn't look good.
"I'm afraid Nirvana will be brought forward." Dumbledore lifted Fawkes's wings and looked at his listless eyes.
For the aging Phoenix, the fight with the basilisk consumed the remaining strength.
Snape picked up a red feather that had just fallen down between his fingers, "Next, do you plan to use that boy as bait?"
"Yes," Dumbledore sat down on the chair behind the table, leaning back and leaning on the back of the chair. "Miss Weasley writes all her thoughts in the diary. As long as she mentions something about Harry, Voldemort must be very interested, he will pretend to be calm and ask questions, angrily looking forward to the answer - why he failed to kill a little boy twice, and what strange abilities this child has."
Because of this, Riddle's main goal in the diary became Harry, rather than eliminating all Muggle-born students.
"He's mediocre," Snape said coldly. "I don't understand why you still want Potter to do it."
Dumbledore planned to blind the basilisk this time.
——After all, we must not leave such a dangerous thing running around the school. No one can guarantee that every time it appears, there will be water on the ground and ghosts in the corridor...
What is more likely to happen is that someone will stare at someone with yellow eyes and die.
Snape stroked Fawkes's feathers in reverse, and pulled out three or four more feathers, followed by five or six more.
Dumbledore no longer leaned on the back of his chair. He sat up straight. "Severus, even if Fawkes is about to usher in Nirvana, you can't turn it into a turkey in advance, right?" He saw Snape pull it out. The fallen feathers were put into a telescopic bag, and the evil hand was stretched out again——
Fox's eyes widened, and he sat up as if he were dying of illness.
"Then," Snape reluctantly gave up, "I want six of its tears."
"Okay, okay," Dumbledore raised his hand, "How about we wait until it reaches nirvana?"
"Three drops first."
Dumbledore: "..."
Okay, okay, the wronged bird cried on the spot.
Pearl-colored tears rolled down and were carefully put into a small mouth bottle. Snape finally gave up.
"In my opinion," Snape said thick-skinned, as if nothing had happened just now, "as long as Potter discovers that he is a Parselmouth and lets him open the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets, there is no need to expect him to do the rest. Do."
"Severus, you just want Harry to live and have no more expectations from him. I need to remind you that your double standards are very serious." Dumbledore put Riddle's diary on the table, "We still We need to hone Harry's ability and courage so that one day he can put aside his own life and death and face it alone——"
Snape interrupted, "Dumbledore, are you still going to raise him like a pig to be slaughtered? I thought your choice would change."
"This is the only known way at the moment."
"Why don't you try the Philosopher's Stone—"
"It's different, Severus, it's about the soul. Don't think that the method of removing the curse is also applicable to the soul level." Dumbledore raised two index fingers in front of him, slowly approached and overlapped, "Voldemort personally Fueling this prophecy, from the moment Harry is marked as his archrival, their destinies overlap and their souls become entangled."
Snape turned pale.
"But at least now we all know, know that Harry was able to survive this way, know how to avoid the death of many people - including our own - and I believe that this happened because you and I pushed another The prophecy came true.”
"What do you mean?"
"After Albert came to me and explained his request, I immediately realized that all my years of futile efforts had been put to use - I felt deeply guilty for my sister's death, and this curse hurt in the same way as Obscurus. There are similarities. However, I am not completely sure. This method is still risky even looking back now."
"Yeah, it's adventurous -" Snape rubbed his hands uncomfortably. The method provided by Dumbledore was 100% reliable. He thought it was a quiet sleep, but ended up sending his soul to who knows where. .What if the soul really gets lost and cannot come back? "Yet you recommended it to them, making them think they could welcome their children with joy."
"Before I told them, I visited an old friend of mine and asked him to predict the event."
"Not Trelawney."
"No, her gift of prophecy is useless in this kind of thing."