boyutpedia Chapter 194 Prophecy of Fate
Chapter 194 Prophecy of Fate
Chapter 194 Prophecy of Fate
"Changing a predetermined fate—that doesn't sound like magic at all."
Dumbledore has never been interested in prophecies, not because he thinks they are unreliable, as Lane once said.
He believed the prophecy was too absolute, which led to his parting ways with Grindelwald.
However, everything he experienced proved the absoluteness and irreversibility of the prophecy.
Therefore, he could only conclude that this illogical prophecy was part of the magic.
But now something so unmagical has happened—Harry and Voldemort are both alive, and one of them has taken control of the other's power.
Dumbledore might be able to convince himself that the matter was not yet over and that they might still have to fight to the death later.
However, the prophecies that Ryan occasionally told the young wizard did indeed change the outcome.
Even the prophecy that Voldemort wanted to go to the Room of Requirement to find something when Quirrell was under his control was changed.
"There's an even more intuitive argument, as you know, Albus. People with prophetic abilities are most likely to predict things that concern them, things that they value most. For example, the future I've seen countless times is related to you and me, to the Law of Secrecy and the Muggle world."
Your Divination professor, Trelawney, made a prophecy based on the hopes of an ordinary wizard with little ability, amidst the chaos of war. She may not have realized she had made a precise prediction, but subconsciously she was very concerned about when Voldemort would fail.
Gale said, "However, Ryan's predictions are completely random, and even when it involves himself, he cannot obtain them with precision—"
"Perhaps—perhaps it's because the Squib and the Pyrrhic Wand aren't that important to him?"
"You're fooling yourself, Albus." Gale shook his head. "Both the secrecy law and the Squibs are areas that Lane has been working to promote. He couldn't possibly be indifferent. If his prophetic abilities are the same as mine and Trelawney's, and the same as all the great prophets of the past, then he couldn't possibly be completely oblivious."
"Actually, there's no problem, is there?" Dumbledore waved his hand. He couldn't comment on the affairs between these prophets, but even if Ryan's prophecy was different, having an extra ability was a good thing, not a bad thing.
"It doesn't seem like a bad thing at the moment, but the fact that something that has never been seen in thousands of years of magical history has suddenly appeared is the most unusual thing in itself."
How terrifying it is to defy common sense!
It's like if a monster with the strength to lift mountains suddenly appeared in human history, people who didn't live in the same era would only think it was a strange tale, a rumor spread by later generations.
Only by living in the same era as such an oddball can one understand what he represents.
At least Gale felt that the edifice of prophecy she had built had collapsed.
And Ryan's various prophecies, on a grander scale, could even alter established history—
Even though Dumbledore was a Muggle in the field of prophecy, he was still able to understand the profound meaning behind this.
The person involved was unaware that two old acquaintances were badmouthing him behind his back.
He found Dumbledore's question to him at dinner time rather strange.
Does he have some kind of extraordinary feeling lately?
Could it be that Professor Quirrell, who has been recuperating for a year, has finally recovered and is planning to come out and teach the young wizards to make his presence known as the end of the semester approaches?
This is a good thing!
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He's currently juggling Beauxbatons, Hogwarts, and the Tower of Fantasy, wishing he could split himself in three to use them all. If Quirrell really recovers, he'd be more than willing to step down and give way.
Thinking about this, he realized he hadn't been to the school clinic in a while and decided to visit Quirrell.
While you're at it, bring a gift for Madam Pomfrey. After all, it's something to be grateful that this senior school doctor, who has served Hogwarts for many years, didn't look down on the alchemical potions he produces.
He went to the Room of Requirement and picked up some gifts for Quirrell, which were basically desserts and cakes, as well as a bottle of port wine.
Then he took out a bottle of Joyful Potion from his own potion inventory.
This is no ordinary potion.
This is a high-quality potion.
This is a potion praised by Snape, a masterpiece of Ryan's potion-making skills.
I imagine Mrs. Pomfrey would be very pleased with the appearance of such a fine piece.
He picked up his things and headed to the school clinic.
"You asked how Professor Quirrell is doing?" Madam Pomfrey was enjoying a rare moment of peace, with no young wizards causing trouble.
She told Ryan, "It's also thanks to you that Quirinas Quilleau is able to accept himself in a better state."
Otherwise, if a patient's emotions remain suppressed and resentment accumulates, it will not be good for their recovery.
I made him accept himself—Lane thought back to when he used his access to Hogwarts Castle to contact Quirrell. At that time, he found that Quirrell's internal condition was a mess. Even though he was recovering well, it was not easy for him to use magic. It was like a person with all four limbs suddenly having a tumor in their leg.
"Professor Quirrell—spellcasting ability—" he probed.
Mrs. Pomfrey shook her head without saying a word.
Ryan understood, and he took out the potion of joy he had brought for Madam Pomfrey.
The transparent crystal bottle contained a liquid with shimmering patterns, mysterious and dazzling.
As expected, Pomfrey greatly admired the quality of the potion and gladly accepted it.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, Ryan went to find Quirrell.
Quirrell was standing in the hallway. He had been able to get out of bed and walk freely for a long time, but he still didn't want to come out and see anyone.
You only realize the value of something when you lose it.
"Long time no see." Ryan carried several bags and handed over a bottle of port wine with his other hand: "White port wine from the Doro River region, a toast to our reunion."
Quirrell's face was deathly pale, unlike the paleness he usually experienced under the high-pressure mental state of Voldemort's version. This paleness might be a part of his life from now on.
He had initially looked distressed, but upon hearing Ryan's suggestion, he burst into laughter, whether sarcastically or self-deprecatingly: "Should we also include a serving of Weasley cheese?"
"Of course, Hogsmeade Village is right next to us. We can definitely go and buy some."
Quirrell: "Never mind. It's not tasty."
Ryan: "Port wine with Weasley cheese is certainly a bitter taste, but there's always the chance to cover it up with something more delicious."
Quirrell: "Yeah, even the Squibs can cast spells now. The world changes so fast. It feels like I've been lying in bed for over a century."
"You still have the mood to play riddles with me? It seems you've maintained a good mindset."
Ryan said, "Now that you're mobile, would you like to go out for a walk?"
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