Chapter 1,195

"You mean, there are other people in the Room of Requirement." Harry was a little surprised. Logically speaking, this time period is not a rest time at all, and Fanlin had just met...

So, at this time, being able to wander around Hogwarts Castle... Harry could only think of Malfoy for the first time.

It must be admitted that this is also related to Harry's encounter with a wall in the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets. It is difficult to understand why he can no longer open the Chamber of Secrets, but Malfoy can.

Or is Malfoy in the Room of Requirement?

You know, the Room of Requirement has a way to separate separate spaces. For example, Fan Lin created a separate space inside.

Harry stared at Trauni: "Is it a boy or a girl?"

"I'd hazard a guess that it's a man." Professor Trauni replied playfully, with the smell of sherry coming to his nose.

"Does that sound really happy?" Harry wondered.

Trauni took a deep breath: "I'm very happy."

"What...are you celebrating?"

"I'm sure." Trauni sniffed.

Harry roughly imagined the scene, as if Umbridge broke through the wall to catch the D.A.

"Then what?"

"Then I asked 'Who's there';?"

"Don't you have any other way to identify people besides making sounds?" Harry was a little disappointed.

"The eye of heaven..." Trauni said proudly, adjusting her shawl and strings of sparkling beads, "seeing through the 'hehe's' of the secular world...to see the essence."

"Oh... you're right!" Harry hurriedly interrupted Professor Trauni. In the past few years, Harry had heard too many Trauni's remarks about the "Sky Eye", even now. , Harry had reluctantly agreed with Trauni's prophecy talent. After all, his prophecies were extremely accurate, and Voldemort was convinced of it.

However, it was still difficult for Harry to accept Trauni in her normal state.

A qualified magic stick, or an out-and-out old liar.

"Then did he answer you who he is?"

"No," she replied, "everything around me suddenly went black, and the next thing that happened was that I was thrown headfirst and feet backward."

"Don't you have any preparation?" Harry asked without any hope.

"No. I told you it was dark all around." Trauni looked at the sleepy Harry angrily.

"I think you'd better inform Headmaster Dumbledore," Harry said. "He'll be interested in what's going on here, I mean the whole thing about someone throwing you out of the Room of Requirement."

Unexpectedly, Trauni interrupted him very arrogantly.

"The headmaster has made it clear that he doesn't want to see me often," Trauni said coldly, changing her normal attitude. "I'm not a worthless person who comes and goes at a moment's notice. It was Dumbledore himself who ignored the Tarot." The card foretells a warning!" Her bony hands suddenly grabbed Harry's wrist.

"Over and over again, no matter how much I predicted..." Then she dramatically pulled a card from under her shawl, "Lightning flashed across the castle...disaster fell from the sky!"

"That's right!" Harry echoed, "But I still think you should tell Principal Dumbledore about the situation. You see, everything turned dark and you and your bottles were thrown out... ."

"You think so?" Trauniy thought for a moment, seemingly debating whether or not to go see Dumbledore, but it seemed to Harry that she was actually rehearsing her speech about the encounter.

After all, as a professor at Hogwarts, and then being thrown out of the house, there was no doubt that the professors were all in class, and now the only people at Hogwarts except Dumbledore...well...that's not quite suitable...

Apart from Mr. Filch, Professor Trauni was the only one left.

Everyone likes taking Firenze's class, even the centaur is fascinated. In fact, they often discuss in private that if the prophecy class is really useful, why has Hogwarts never had it for a long time? There have been no prophets or the like, but looking at the Holy See’s seminary...

This is very bad, blind faith is a group of crazy people with fanaticism.

"Oh, come on... I happen to be meeting with Dumbledore," Harry said helplessly. He couldn't just sit back and watch Professor Trauniy being bullied by the students, especially now that Professor Trauniy was in a state of mindlessness. Status, "Let's go together."

"Oh, if that's the case... well." Professor Trauni responded with a smile. She leaned over to pick up the sherry bottles and threw them into a large blue and white vase beside her.

"Speaking of which, why didn't I see you in my class?" Trauni said enthusiastically, "You won't be a prophet, but you are a good prophecy object, and your friend, the one named Fanlin Children, all the things that are wrapped around you two..."

"Unknown!" Harry replied with some disgust.

In fact, he hated being the one Traony kept predicting would die.

"I'm very worried," Trauni said before she finished, "that horse, oh, I'm sorry, that centaur doesn't know how to tell fortunes with cards. I asked him...of course...discussions among seers." ..Did he foresee that the disaster was coming, but he thought I was funny, yes, funny! "

She roared so hysterically that Harry felt the sherry squirt out of the abandoned bottle.

"Perhaps the horse heard the rumor that I didn't inherit my magical gift from my great-grandmother. There has been no end to the jealousy and suspicion over the years, and you know who I mean, Harry. Headmaster Dumbledore gave me a chance to study at this great school." Isn't it because the school he taught in gave me so much trust because I had proven it to him? "

Harry responded vaguely. This was probably the proudest thing Trauni had ever done and the thing Harry was least willing to face.

Voldemort is underhanded?

This is not something that everyone can do.

"I still clearly remember my first meeting with him," Trauni continued in her characteristic hoarse voice, "He was deeply impressed, yes, deeply shocked by me... I was staying at the Hog's Head that day. By the way, I was in a bit of a pinch, dear boy. Dumbledore very politely told me to meet him in the hotel room. He asked me some questions, and I must admit, at first, I was. I thought he seemed to be sick and had some bias against prophecies...I was a little surprised, I didn't eat much that day, but then..."

Now, Harry gradually paid attention to her, because he knew what happened next: Trauni's prophecy changed his life...about him and Voldemort!

"What next?" Harry responded sharply. Trauni needed an audience that could cater to him, at least that's what Katie and the others did.

"But then, our conversation was rudely interrupted by Snape."

"What!" Harry said in shock.

"Yes. There was some chaos outside at first, and then the door flew open and the vulgar bartender was standing in front of me with Snape, talking nonsense about taking the wrong stairs. I was worried he was eavesdropping on our conversation. You know what? , Snape was also looking for a job at the time, and... no doubt, he was gathering information! Anyway, Dumbledore seemed very interested in working with me. It's called ambition. It's a stark contrast to the guy who only knows how to peek through the keyhole. Harry, dear?"

Trauni turned around and saw that Harry had stopped ten feet away, and couldn't help but call out again and again: "Harry?"

Perhaps it was because Harry's face was too pale, and Professor Trauni was both concerned and afraid. Harry stood quietly like this, his heart surging! Time stood still.

Huge waves hit the rocks in my chest again and again, roaring and rolling.

It's Snape! It was Snape who overheard the prophecy! It was Snape who tipped off Voldemort! It was Snape who, together with Peter Pettigrew, encouraged Voldemort to kill Lily and James!

Of course, nothing matters now, but...

For a moment, Harry's chest almost exploded as he clearly outlined the entire process!

"Harry?" Trauni's voice seemed to come gradually from a distance, "Harry, I think we should go see the principal together."

"You stay here." The voice floated out from Harry's numb lips, a little hoarse, which made Trauni feel very uncomfortable.

"But, dear, I need to tell Dumbledore about the attack."

"I said! Stay here!" Harry roared angrily. He couldn't control his emotions now.

Harry ran past the horrified Professor Trelawney and disappeared into the corridor where Dumbledore's gargoyle stood guard. He shouted the command at the monster, climbed three steps up the spiral staircase, and beat the headmaster crazily. Office door.

By the time Dumbledore's calm reply sounded, Harry had already rushed in.

It became very cold here, and as soon as he opened the door, a gust of cold wind made Harry's cheeks hurt.

Faintly, there seemed to be a flash of blue light, but Harry didn't pay attention and just looked at Dumbledore angrily!

Dumbledore stood in front of the window, looking at the playground in the distance. He had a long black cloak around his wrist. He looked a little cold and was about to put it on.

"Oh, you're here, I was still wondering when you would get here."

Hearing this, Harry hesitated a little. This was not Dumbledore's fault, or was Dumbledore deliberately...

"Yes, Professor..." Harry responded stiffly, sitting on the chair opposite Dumbledore's desk.

For a moment, the two of them fell into silence. Both Dumbledore and Harry felt that something was not right.

Full of rage against Snape, Harry's desire to fight to the death grew stronger in just a few minutes, and this emotion was clearly written on his face.

Dumbledore turned from the window and looked at Harry closely, revealing a hint of unnoticeable worry behind his silver-rimmed glasses.

Finally Dumbledore spoke first.

"What happened to you?"

"Nothing," Harry lied quickly.

"What's bothering you?" Dumbledore asked calmly.

"I'm not upset!"

"Harry, you're not a good Occlumency..."

These words ignited the anger in Harry's heart like a spark. In an instant, a huge volume surged up from Harry's chest and broke through his throat...

"Snape!" Harry shouted, "It's Snape! He told Voldemort the content of the prophecy, it was him! He was eavesdropping outside the door, Traunie told me!"

Dumbledore's expression did not change, but Harry felt that his face became paler under the red sunset.

After a long time, Dumbledore spoke.

"When did you find out?" he finally said.

"Just now!" Harry tried not to yell, and then, suddenly, he couldn't hold it in anymore, "You let him teach here, and he let Voldemort kill my parents!"

"Harry," Dumbledore said quietly, "please listen to me. Professor Snape has committed a terrible..."

"Don't tell me it was a mistake, sir. Not all mistakes are worthy of forgiveness. He was the one who overheard!" Harry responded loudly, as if he wanted to wash away Dumbledore's quibbles.

"Please let me finish, Harry...Professor Snape made a terrible mistake the night he eavesdropped on the prophecy. To be clear, at that time, he was still working for Voldemort. Of course, he would have rushed Tell his master. But he doesn't know...he can't know...which boy the prophecy is talking about. He doesn't know that his parents will be sacrificed. He doesn't know that your parents will be sacrificed."

Harry laughed sadly. "He hates my father as much as he hates Sirius! Don't you notice, Professor, how the people Snape hated died, and how the living suffered?"

"You don't know how regretful Voldemort was after he acted according to the prophecy. Harry, I believe that was the biggest regret in his life. He returned..."

"He is a very powerful liar, isn't he?" Harry's voice was trembling in order to calm himself, "Don't Voldemort also believe that he is on his side? How can you be sure that he is on our side? ? What if he betrayed us just like he betrayed his master! Until now, Snape still calls him the Dark Lord, which is a title only for Death Eaters... That's right. He's a Death Eater, just like Igo Karkaroff!

Harry seemed to have exhausted all his strength. He had no motivation to continue speaking. This was a relatively terrifying fact, no matter in any aspect!

Dumbledore didn't speak for a while. He looked like he was trying to make up his mind. Finally he said: "I'm sure, Harry... I completely trust Severus Snape."

Harry took a deep breath to calm himself. But this doesn't work.

"But I don't believe him!" he shouted, just as loudly as before. "He's plotting something with Draco Malfoy right now, right under your nose, and yet you still..."

"We have already talked about this, Harry," Dumbledore said, his voice now stern.

"I've made my point clear to you."

"You're leaving school tonight, so I bet you couldn't have imagined that Snape and Malfoy might decide to..."

"What?" Dumbledore asked, raising his eyebrows. "What, exactly, do you suspect they are doing?"

"I...they must be doing something!"

Harry clenched his fists as he spoke. Now, he was almost certain that everything Fanlin said was well-founded.

Malfoy plotted to sabotage and even kill Dumbledore in the school, and not only in Myrtle's toilet, but even under their noses, in the Room of Requirement.

Harry's intuition was completely locked on Malfoy, the culprit who attacked Professor Trauni? (To be continued)