boyutpedia Chapter 129 Granger trains Riddle
Chapter 129 Granger trains Riddle
Chapter 130 Granger trains Riddle
Picking up where we left off, Hermione listened to Harry's words, took another sip of milk, and smiled, saying, "Of course, but I don't think there'll be enough time for you to guess during breakfast."
Harry clasped his hands and said, "That's fine. I just need to borrow the Death Diary from my elder sister."
Hermione was taken aback and said, "Oh, Harry, it's not that I'm unwilling to give it to you, after all, it was originally yours, but—do you know how to use it?"
"The limiting words must be written precisely and logically, otherwise they will get stuck and do some inexplicable strange things."
"When I visited a Chinese magic school, it was because of cultural differences that the school replaced all the chopsticks used by the Chinese wizards with knives and forks."
Harry thumped his chest loudly, "Don't worry, big sister, I know what I'm doing."
Even so, Hermione was still uneasy. As she handed over the Death Diary, she stared at it intently, fearing that the book might cause some trouble.
Harry pulled out a quill, opened the diary page, and wrote these words amidst the splattering ink:
You scoundrel, quickly make known in this book all the words and letters Hermione Granger and Minerva McGonagall have exchanged in the last two months.
At first, the diary remained still, but soon ink seeped into the paper, like earthworms crawling on sand, gradually becoming like snakes swimming in water, and then solidifying into lines of words.
Okay, meow =^ω^=
We have received your request for the notebook.
I need to bring Hermione Granger and Minerva...
Harry was about to take a closer look when he noticed some crooked characters on the diary, mixed with many strange patterns of flowers and butterflies, which startled him so much that he almost jumped up.
"Damn it! Has this book been possessed by some evil spirit again? How could it spew out such bizarre things!"
Hermione was startled at first, then immediately realized what was happening. Her face flushed, her hair slightly disheveled, and she was so anxious that it seemed as if her eyebrows were on fire. She snatched the diary and hugged it tightly to her chest.
Damn!
I completely forgot to turn it back!
Ron stood there stunned for a long while before looking at Hermione and asking in bewilderment, "How did it become like this?"
"Well, this is a necessary requirement for using a death diary."
Hermione coughed lightly, only covering half of her face with her diary, her eyes darting around, and stammered:
"I need it to share its thoughts with me in order to make sure that my instructions are correct."
"That's not what I meant." Ron shook his head vigorously. "I meant the weird wording and the strange symbols."
"What's wrong with girls liking cute things!"
After saying that, he snatched the quill from Harry's hand, scribbled a few lines in the notebook, and then handed it back to Harry. His fingertips trembled slightly, and he kept his eyes down, trying to look serious.
"Okay, everything's fine now."
When Harry looked at the diary again, the ink had returned to normal, and several lines of text were clearly visible—the contents of Hermione and McGonagall's letter:
Dear Hermione, the Department of Mysteries at the Ministry of Magic has approved my request, and you will receive a Time-Turner next semester…
Although Harry had never seen the object in person, the mere mention of "Time-Turner" struck him like a thunderbolt from a clear sky, and he instantly grasped the key to its meaning.
Then he remembered Hermione's schedule of three courses scheduled for the same time, and it was as if a copper lock had met a key, and all of them were unlocked with a clatter.
The scarred man gripped Hermione's wrist tightly, his eyes gleaming, and said, word by word, "I hope you can tell me, elder sister, is this damned Time-Turner capable of turning back time?"
Seeing his expression, Hermione knew exactly what he was thinking. She secretly regretted letting him see this secret.
After a moment of silence, he took Harry's hand in his own and said gently:
"Harry, the Time-Turner can't go back more than a decade or so. The Ministry of Magic has strict controls over time magic."
"Moreover... what has already happened must never be changed again; no one can bear that price."
"You should know that in the 1990s, a wizard named Eloise changed the past, which ultimately resulted in the non-birth of thirty-five wizards of the same era."
Harry felt a pang of disappointment. After muttering to himself for a while, he clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Sister, please rest assured. Although I am impulsive, I know what is important and what is urgent. I will not mention this matter again."
Hermione opened her mouth slightly, wanting to offer words of comfort, but it was as if a huge boulder was stuck in her throat, and she didn't know how to explain.
Just as the air seemed to freeze, Ron suddenly jumped up, stomping his feet and shouting, "Oh dear, we'd better hurry, we're going to be late for divination class!"
Hermione glanced at her watch and exclaimed, "Good heavens! We've wasted far too much time!"
The three of them quickly packed their bags and headed towards the teaching building.
Harry slowed his pace slightly, stepping aside from Ron and Hermione, and asked himself in a low voice:
"When you drank the dragon's blood last time, I heard you mention a method to return to the past. Could it be this Time-Turner?"
"That's all I can tell you, Harry, wizards in every era have studied time magic."
Who could resist such temptation?
Harry pressed on, saying, "Since you know about the past and present, do you know of a time-twister that can travel across thousands of years?"
Salazar did not answer, but instead asked, "Before answering that question, I also want to ask you a question."
"When are you going to look for my locket?"
"If I remember correctly, this is a request I made six months ago. Don't forget you still owe me."
"The consequences of violating the law of equilibrium are very serious."
Harry chuckled and said, "Brother, don't be anxious. Last time, we really had no clues and were just running around like headless flies."
"Once we capture Sirius this year, we'll pry his mouth open with pliers and brand his chest with hot irons. I'm afraid he'll spill every single detail about Voldemort's Horcrux hiding place."
While the two were talking, they had already left the auditorium and headed straight for the North Tower.
Harry and his two companions climbed eight or nine steps to the top of the pavilion, where they found a trapdoor hanging overhead with a bronze plaque bearing an inscription.
"Sybill Trelawney, looks like we're in the right place," Ron read aloud, then looked around again. "But how do we get up there?"
Before he finished speaking, the trapdoor creaked open, and a silver staircase descended, like a cascading silver river.
The three climbed up one by one and found the interior of the pavilion quite strange. Twenty or thirty low tables were arranged like an ant colony, and the shelves on the four walls were piled high with divination tools.
But behold: playing cards piled high like a mountain range, candlesticks densely packed like a forest. Crystal balls gleamed with an eerie light, tarot cards layered upon each other. Windows and doors were tightly shut like iron barrels, lamps shrouded in red gauze, dim and gloomy as if midnight had arrived, eerie and dark as the depths of the underworld.
The students around were whispering amongst themselves, each wiping away sweat, waiting for the professor to appear.
Hermione stared wide-eyed at the crowd, looking around, but there was no one in sight.
Harry also found it strange, frowning as he said, "This doesn't make sense! We're not women in postpartum confinement; keeping the windows tightly shut in broad daylight is suffocating!"
After saying that, he took out his magic wand and waved it. The curtains suddenly split open in two, and the windows opened at the same time, and the light surged like a tide.
"Merlin's beard, oh, I'm not blind anymore."
"Oh, it feels so good to see the light again."
As soon as the curtains were drawn, the room was instantly brightened, and the wizards cheered. But then a person suddenly tumbled out of the shadows.
With his disheveled hair resembling Hagrid's before he went bald, and a pair of round-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, he looked like a demon in the sunlight, baring his teeth and brandishing his claws—it was none other than Professor Trelawney.
The professor covered his face with his hands and exclaimed, "Quickly draw the curtains! You're ruining the spiritual atmosphere of this classroom!"
Upon hearing her shout, some quick-thinking students hurriedly closed the windows and curtains tightly.
The professor straightened his clothes, swayed slightly, and stepped forward. "Thank you for your help, child."
After thanking them, she asked the crowd, "Which little wizard did such a crazy thing just now?"
Harry thought to himself that Trelawney had once prophesied that he would kill Voldemort, so he must be a man of profound understanding. He then crossed his arms and bowed in greeting:
"Young Harry was impetuous and offended the professor. Please forgive him."
Upon hearing the name, Trelawney quickly adjusted his glasses. When he saw Harry's face clearly, his eyes widened like saucers, and his forehead was covered with wrinkles like a thousand layers of cake.
"Oh...it's alright, Mr. Potter. It's normal for beginners to be a little reckless."
"Please sit down, children." Trelawney clapped his hands. "I want you to understand that divination is the most difficult of all magical arts."
"There are many wizards who are called geniuses, but they cannot see the future through the fog. This is a talent that only a few people have."
Trelawney was quite the smooth talker; with just a few words, he had the entire class of students holding their breath, each one looking on with longing. He was truly a master of manipulation.
Harry and Ron, along with Hermione, sat together, exchanging glances, their brows furrowed with suspicion.
Harry thought to himself: This behavior is more like that of a fortune teller selling his fortune in front of the Shokoku-ji Temple in Tokyo, but not like that of a man with great skills.
Just as he was pondering this, Trelawney suddenly turned his head and stared at Neville, saying:
"You, boy. How's your grandma doing lately?"
Neville was taken aback and hesitated before saying, "I think... it's a good idea."
Trelawney smiled slyly and said softly, "If I were you, I wouldn't think so, darling."
These words were like a poisoned needle, piercing Neville's ears and leaving him stunned.
Is she cursing my grandmother?
If it were during his first year, Neville would have swallowed his anger.
However, after sharing a room with Harry for two years, hearing countless tales of heroes during the day and witnessing numerous acts of chivalry at night, it's as if that stubborn iron has been tempered in a furnace, and has already developed some steel-like resilience.
He aspired to be a dashing hero like Harry, and he didn't want anyone to dishonor his grandmother. He immediately straightened his back, his face contorted with anger, and slammed his fist on the table, making the teacups jump.
"Try cursing my grandma again!"
It is said that a once timid and cowardly youth has become a fierce and stern figure. Just as dull iron, after being refined a hundred times, eventually becomes a gleaming blade. A hero has no cowards by his side; with hearts folded, their spirits are naturally lifted. If not for hearing of heroic deeds in the past, how could they have raised their arms and shouted today?
(End of this chapter)