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Another interpretation of Chapter 66
Chapter 66: Another Interpretation
Just to be on the safe side, Lane went to visit Sybil Trelawney, hoping that she, as a descendant of the Prophet, could provide an answer.
He first found several bottles of high-end liquor in the House of Requirement.
If Sybil could not foresee that she would return to her and therefore did not deliberately avoid her, then the two would be able to meet.
These bottles of wine are a small gift for our first meeting.
On his way to the professor's office in the north tower of the castle, an owl fluttered down in front of him.
He tossed a letter to him.
The letters flew through the air like arrows.
Not only that, Ryan, who turned his head to avoid the envelope, actually saw resentment in the eyes of the owl that returned it.
The thick resentment seemed to say: "What bad luck! I have to deliver this message for this person! Tell me, which owl in the entire owlhouse doesn't know that this person is notoriously hard to find! A migrant worker owl's life isn't worth it! I've already flown for half a day!"
It turned out the mail carrier was being temperamental... Understanding the situation, Ryan sincerely told the owl, "Everyone is holding their post until the very end. Soon, you won't need to deliver mail anymore!"
"Gugu Meow..: ???"
The owls flew away strangely, not understanding what this elusive person was saying, completely unaware that in a short time they would be unemployed and become human playthings.
They become social outcasts who have no worries about food and clothing and are waited on hand and foot, completely unable to appreciate the "happiness" of working hard to live a good life and earning 3,000 a month by working overtime every day, and unable to experience the increasingly sweet days!
This kind of life is meaningless!
This is what happened to the owl for offending him today...: Ryan, who was acting out the role of the villain in his inner drama, couldn't laugh, he really couldn't laugh.
Maybe they ate too much Honeyduke.
Outside the divination professor's office.
Ryan smelled a strong odor of beer, and he thought of Sybil, whose forte seemed to be alcoholism and erratic behavior...
"Well, since I'm already here," he said, and knocked on the door anyway. "I'm Ryan Wales, sorry to bother you with a visit."
There was no sound from behind the door.
Could she have really foreseen my arrival...? Ryan didn't believe it, because according to Dumbledore, Sybil hadn't made many serious prophecies, and in her true prophetic state, she was unaware that she had made any prophecies!
Ryan knocked on the door repeatedly.
Finally, the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground came from inside the door, along with some crisp sounds and low groans.
Ryan thought it was the sound of a bottle being knocked over and hitting the floor, and coupled with the groan, he suspected that Professor Sybil had just woken up from a hangover last night and then fell off the bed.
"Professor, are you alright? Do you need any help?" he asked.
"Ryan Wells, the most gifted prophet of this century." A fluctuating voice came from inside the room, even more exaggerated than Ryan's usual charlatan-like tone.
His tone was dripping with sarcasm: "You came to see me—what do you want—"
"I've encountered a small problem and hope that you, as the Hogwarts Divination Professor, can help me." Ryan changed his tone to respectful, elevating Sybil's status.
When you need something from someone, you should treat them with courtesy.
"How can I help you—what?"
"When it comes to questions related to prophecy, I was at a loss for words, but you immediately came to mind." Ryan said without batting an eye. "After all, in my heart, Professor Trelawney has always been the most capable prophet."
"Really!" The previously evasive tone became urgent.
"Of course, absolutely true! Every word the student spoke came from the bottom of his heart, without the slightest falsehood! If this were a lie, then let me go to Azkaban!" Ryan said decisively.
"Come in, come in! The professor will do his best to help you!" Sybil slammed the door open.
She was very thin, wore large glasses, and had countless chains and beads around her neck.
However, at this moment, some of the chains and beads that should have been arranged in different orders have broken apart, and some are tangled together, making them look very messy.
She was quite drunk at this moment, her consciousness was hazy, but her eyes were bright, because she had received affirmation from the person she most admired and envied.
The other party claimed that he was the most capable prophet in his opinion!
Ryan did not refuse and followed Professor Sybil into Professor Zhan's office.
He was behind Sybil and could clearly see her trying her best to kick bottles, clothes, and other items under the bed or table.
At this point, you need to help the professor and gain his favor... He silently and without a staff cast "Cleanse".
In the next instant, all the items in the office were neatly organized, and even the smell of alcohol was dissipated.
"::" Sybil turned around abruptly and stared at Ryan.
Ryan smiled in response, as if nothing had happened.
"What do you need help with?" She slowly sat down behind the exceptionally clean and tidy desk, and even had a somewhat professorial air about her.
"Professor, this morning I received a prophecy, but I can't interpret it. So I really hope to get your guidance." Ryan told Sybil about the information he saw and the text explanation.
"I really couldn't interpret this prophecy, so I had no choice but to come and trouble the professor to take matters into my own hands."
Ryan was telling the truth, although it could be interpreted in another way. For example, it's possible that he had tried everything else before resorting to Sybil's help as a last resort...
If it were any other professor, they might not have taken Ryan's request for help seriously.
But who is Sybil?
Although she was also a professor at Hogwarts, she had realized that her status was much lower than that of her more talented colleagues.
Therefore, most of the time she deliberately distanced herself from her colleagues and from Ryan, who had the gift of prophecy, and simply stayed alone in the hot and crowded office, becoming overly dependent on alcohol.
Aside from being recruited by Dumbledore, she had never received such affirmation, whether she was telling the truth or lying. After Ryan finished speaking, her eyes were a little red.
She repeated herself, even abandoning her usual evasive tone, "Don't worry, Professor, you'll definitely be able to decipher the prophecy for you. You can come to Professor if you have any questions in the future!"
As she spoke, she took out all sorts of strange and unusual props, arranged them in a circle, muttered incantations, and gestured with her hands.
Ryan, on the other hand, maintained a perfectly appropriate smile, though she was actually a little skeptical of the professor and was simply waiting for her to give her interpretation.
Suddenly, Ryan's gaze froze!
Because he saw Sybil Trelawney, who was performing a ritual, suddenly collapse onto her desk, scattering her hands and the items on the desk all over the floor.
But she was still talking, only her way of speaking was different from both her previous erratic and normal ways of speaking!
Ryan had heard her voice before!
In Dumbledore's memory!
At the time when that prophecy about Voldemort and Harry was born!