Hogwarts: Don't you all have the God's Eye?

The old man was in a mess, but the old man was still in a mess.

Professor Sybill Trelawney slumped on the ground with her limbs weak. She raised her head with difficulty, her eyes blurred, as if she had penetrated the boundary between reality and fantasy.

She whispered in an almost ghostly voice: "The traveler from outside the world finally came to the castle to study, but this was not what he originally wanted..."

"He is seeking change, pursuing pleasure... pursuing the true secrets of magic, and he is willing to pay any price for this..."

"He tried to hide his existence, hoping not to be discovered..."

"However, he did not know that when his name was thrown into the blazing flame, fate had quietly locked him..."

Dumbledore stopped moving, frowned, and asked softly: "Sybil, what are you talking about?"

Professor Trelawney seemed not to hear Dumbledore's question. A burst of extremely fearful light burst out of her eyes, and her pupils almost completely disappeared, leaving only a pale white, which looked extremely terrifying.

She trembled and said intermittently: "I can't tell his name... otherwise the Eye of Heaven will collapse..."

"At the end of June, he will step into the maze full of unknowns and dangers to find the truth he is pursuing..."

"He will face a difficult choice. He can choose to stick to his heart and move forward; or he can choose to follow the person whose name I cannot tell and step into another unknown path..."

After saying that, Professor Sybill Trelawney's body trembled violently, as if all her strength was drained by an invisible force, and she fell to the ground like a fallen leaf.

Professor Dumbledore did not help her up, but opened his mouth slightly and looked at Trelawney who fell to the ground in surprise.

After a while, Trelawney rubbed his head and slowly got up: "What happened to me? It hurts!"

Professor Dumbledore regained his calm expression and said to Trelawney: "You fell, Sybil, do you need to go to Madam Pomfrey for a checkup? Maybe she can help you relieve it."

Professor Trelawney seemed a little panicked. She looked at Dumbledore and stammered: "Oh... Albus, you are still here... I'm sorry, I'm fine... I'm fine! I'm going to class. The students like my divination class very much. They don't want to see their favorite professor go wrong... Uh, I mean, get expelled or something, haha..."

After that, Professor Trelawney turned around and left in a hurry.

Dumbledore reminded her behind her: "Your book!"

She suddenly remembered that her books were still scattered on the ground, and she turned back immediately.

She didn't even dare to look at Dumbledore, and held the books on the ground in her arms without saying a word, and then left quickly.

Then, the picture stagnated, and the memory stopped here.

Snape and Dumbledore stood side by side on one side of the corridor, their eyes were attracted by the scene in front of them.

An extremely complex expression appeared on Snape's face, which was an indescribable weirdness, mixed with unbelievable, absurd and incomprehensible emotions.

"What does this mean?" Snape finally couldn't help breaking the silence.

Dumbledore glanced at him, did not answer directly, but waved his hand gently.

With his movement, the surrounding picture spun again blurry, and then gradually became clear.

They came to a completely different place, a simple and dark bar.

A crooked pig head specimen was hung on the wall of the bar. This unique decoration marked their location-the Pig's Head Bar in Hogsmeade.

The bar was sparsely populated, with only a few tables of guests scattered in various corners.

"This is..."

Snape looked at the scene in surprise. He remembered this place!

His eyes wandered around the bar, and finally stopped at a familiar corner.

There, Snape saw two familiar figures, a younger Dumbledore and Sybill Trelawney.

On the table next to him, Snape also found himself wearing a cloak and hood.

In his memory, he covered his face, said nothing, but leaned sideways, listening carefully to the conversation between Trelawney and Dumbledore.

Dumbledore still maintained his iconic look, without much change.

Trelawney looked much younger, with wrinkles on his face not yet visible.

, the thickness of the glasses lenses was also much lighter.

She was wearing a formal robe, but even so, it could not hide the oldness that was not commensurate with her age.

Dumbledore seemed to be ready to leave, but at this moment, Trelawney suddenly fell into that trance again.

She opened her mouth and began to speak in a slow tone, and every word hit Snape's heart like a heavy hammer.

"The one who has the ability to defeat the Dark Lord walked into... born in a family that had resisted him three times, born at the end of July..."

"The Dark Lord will mark him as his rival... but he will have a power that the Dark Lord does not know..."

"One of them must die at the hands of the other..."

Trelawney's voice stopped abruptly.

Dumbledore in his memory stopped and looked at Trelawney sitting in his seat in shock, with an indescribable emotion flashing in his eyes.

"Get out! You are not welcome here."

Suddenly, a wizard who looked a bit like Dumbledore and also had a long white beard walked up to Snape and said coldly.

This sudden voice not only stunned Snape, but also Dumbledore.

He slowly turned around and his eyes met with the wizard, while Trelawney's voice was still coming intermittently in the corner, like a broken dream.

Snape was interrupted by this look. He was silent for a moment, without refutation, but just stood up silently and walked towards the door of the Hog's Head with heavy steps.

Every step he took seemed to carry a heavy burden, which made him breathless.

As soon as he went out, the Snape in his memory disappeared in the night in a hurry, as if he was chased by something.

At this moment, the real Snape and Dumbledore were standing at the door of the Hog's Head, witnessing this scene.

Snape's hand unconsciously raised, trying to stop the departing figure, but his fingers only touched the cold air.

"No..." He whispered in a low voice, his voice full of powerlessness and regret.

Snape in his memory seemed to be unaffected. He rushed forward a few steps, crossed the threshold, and went straight through Snape's body.

Snape was stunned in place, with an inexplicable feeling in his heart. He knew that they were only in memory now and could not change anything that had happened.

"This is..." Snape finally spoke, his voice trembling, "That day... I... I overheard the prophecy..."

His face was as pale as paper, and he recalled the unbearable past.

Dumbledore said in a deep voice: "If it were someone else, they would not understand the mystery and would not take the prophecy seriously."

"But you are different, Severus. You should not have forgotten that it was you who overheard the prophecy made by Sybil by chance. Then, you told it to Voldemort as if it were a treasure, which led to the tragedy of the Potter family later..."