stonecrandall Chapter 191, Section 190: The Fall of the Gods, the Great Prophet Ian
Chapter 191, Section 190: The Fall of the Gods, the Great Prophet Ian
Chapter 191, Section 190: The Fall of the Gods, the Great Prophet Ian
Professor Trelawney doesn't seem to be acting.
Her situation surprised the young wizard slightly.
"Help us..."
Professor Trelawney stared intently at Ian, her eyes revealing a clear fear and pleading, her hands, adorned with several rings, gripping Ian firmly.
"Uh, let's talk this out. Don't squeeze my collarbone so hard." Ian was numb from the sudden attack and grimaced in pain.
This scene left not only the young wizard at a loss for what to do, but also the students scattered throughout the classroom, who looked at each other in bewilderment, some whispering that the professor was acting like a lunatic.
"Hmm?" Aurora tilted her head and stared at the scene, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes. Her heterochromatic eyes seemed to be slowly rotating as if she had discovered something.
The bronze-colored sun was entwined with olive-branch-shaped lightning bolts, and the golden crown of fire was swallowing the stars in the desert. The phantoms of spears and giant wolves floated in the frosty white flames.
There is a fire burning.
That's a volcano erupting.
It seemed to come from underground.
The raging flames licked the sky wildly.
Thick smoke billowed and surged like a ferocious beast. In that area of sky and earth, illuminated crimson by the firelight, it seemed as if the entire world had been dragged into a terrifying apocalypse.
The sulfurous stench, like that of a volcanic eruption, seemed to penetrate the barrier between illusion and reality, burning her eyelids with an unbelievable intensity—it was as if simply witnessing this scene would draw her into its clutches, a truly horrifying experience.
"Hiss~"
Aurora winced and covered her eyes, which were peering into fate, but she did not forcefully stop the sudden prophecy. Instead, she stubbornly looked at the abnormal divination professor again.
then.
The prophecy is still unfolding.
There are many illusory, indistinct voices surging, falling, and perishing.
The first to fall was the figure wielding thunder.
As the thunderbolt capable of shattering a Titan pierced his own chest, twelve eerie chains suddenly shot out from the void, pinning him to the solidified amber-colored spacetime.
It was as if it were trying to imprison it from reality into the unknown. Not only that, a sandstorm erupted from the center of the burning sun disc, engulfing the figure of the sun disk above.
A broken bell rang out from the mountaintop.
The eight-armed dancer's toes spun in the flames, her lapis lazuli-like skin peeling away in pieces. Blood tears from her third eye solidified into black stone in the fire. As the figure's last arm was completely engulfed in the flames, stars rained down.
There was also a falcon's head whose gold leaf had been peeled off during a violent hurricane.
The figure's scepter broke into nine pieces and sank into the desert. Fine sand slowly climbed up from the figure's feet and covered it, each grain of sand bursting with supernova-like brilliance as it fell.
Another figure has perished.
Aurora felt as if she could hear the Nile's lament—gazing at Professor Trelawney, the German girl's eyes seemed to reflect an endless panorama.
That sense of despair was eroding Aurora's mind, making her magic increasingly chaotic and her emotions increasingly uneasy. Beads of sweat slowly slid down her platinum blonde hair.
however.
Because everyone's attention was focused on Professor Trelawney, no one noticed the girl who was making a prophecy, and even so, she did not look away or stop her ability.
to be frank.
Even Aurora herself didn't know why, but her intuition told her that the scene she was seeing was extremely important, and perhaps it was also related to Professor Trelawney's sudden outburst and plea for help.
A female warrior wearing a laurel branch on her head had her throat slit by her own shield; the fiery mane of a nine-headed behemoth was burning the star chains binding it; a staff wrapped with two snakes suddenly turned on its master; and a giant carrying a sun wheel knelt in a pool of blood, his bronze axe splitting his own spine—what a bloody and terrifying scene it was!
And in such a chaotic scene.
Aurora caught a glimpse of a figure who persevered to the very end.
"We've already lost."
The one-eyed man stood atop the volcano, holding a spear, his body covered in blood as if he had just survived a great battle, his weapon riddled with damage and missing pieces.
The man's condition was not good either; venom had already spread through his body, climbing up his pupils and seemingly staining the colors he perceived.
As the runic chains rose from the magma beneath his feet, his ice crystal armor became a cage. However, the one-eyed man remained unperturbed by his constant disappearance from reality.
"You should go find that damn thing."
The one-eyed man spoke to the raven on his shoulder, and the raven flew away in the chaos, entering the underworld. When it returned, a larger "passenger" was perched on its head, but it was too lazy to flap its wings and fly. Beneath its brilliant black feathers were a pair of eyes that were unmoved by the apocalyptic scene.
"Do you still stand by what you said?"
Beneath the one-eyed man's feet, the web of fate, wrapped in runes, was shattering. He looked up at the newcomer, an uninvited guest who had suddenly appeared in this world many, many years ago.
Seeing the other party nod.
"Alright, then let's devour the gods!"
The one-eyed man raised his hand, tore open his chest cavity, and plunged the spear in his hand straight into his heart, uttering a final sound before disappearing completely.
"Then bring us back!"
The last figure fell.
The broken weapons and armor scattered on the ground spoke of the horrific scene. The little raven riding under the raven's claws also vanished, and it flapped its wings and swept away the mess.
This moment.
The scene abruptly ended in Aurora's eyes—she actually had a chance to catch a glimpse of what happened next, but after struggling in vain and feeling like her neck was being choked, Ian, in an emergency evasive maneuver, kicked Professor Trelawney to the ground, and she immediately couldn't see anything anymore.
"Huh? How did I end up sleeping on the floor?" Professor Trelawney, who was lying on the floor, suddenly jolted awake, asking in confusion as if she had just woken up from a dream.
"Perhaps you're just suddenly too sleepy." Ian patted his new shoes and distanced himself from Professor Trelawney. His words did not confuse Professor Trelawney.
"Yes, that must be it. Studying divination is a very, very demanding thing." Professor Trelawney stood up and limped toward the podium.
She not only thought Ian's words made a lot of sense, but she didn't even wonder why she was lame. This scene caused the other young wizards to exchange bewildered glances.
"Should you get your brain checked?" one of the young wizards couldn't help but ask tactfully. The others also looked concerned, as if they all suspected that the professor was mentally unstable.
"I just took a nap, I didn't hit my extraordinary mind," Professor Trelawney shook her head, mistakenly thinking that everyone was concerned about her health.
"Alright, it's getting late, I should start welcoming you all to my divination class." Professor Trelawney looked around and sighed with a somewhat complicated tone.
"I'm glad so many people are willing to take this trial class, but I'm also very sad because there are very few people who truly have the talent for divination."
The professor's voice suddenly choked up without warning, and she was overcome with grief. She even took out a crumpled handkerchief to wipe her nose.
Is this course difficult?
A Ravenclaw student spoke up, expressing his dissatisfaction.
"Yes, it is difficult, my dear. I believe that you Ravenclaw students are all exceptionally gifted in the study of magic, but the course of divination is different from ordinary magic."
"It requires true talent, the kind that comes naturally. If you don't possess that 'vision,' I don't think even the world's most powerful prophet could teach you anything."
"I'm not boasting, but stating a fact. In this era where magic is increasingly declining, a prophet with such a broad 'vision' as me is truly one in a million."
"A decaying world can no longer produce many prophets like this." Professor Trelawney couldn't help but rub her calf, noticing a dark bruise on it.
"It can't be harder than Transfiguration, can it?" someone in Slytherin said with some skepticism. Based on Professor Trelawney's previous performance, his doubts about her were reasonable.
"Ha, this is not even in the same league. If you don't believe me, you can ask your Transfiguration professor what grade she got in Divination class back then."
Professor Trelawney spoke arrogantly, raising the bar for the difficulty of Divination. Upon hearing that even Professor McGonagall struggled with this subject, many young wizards looked on with disbelief.
"Then, would you mind telling us how you did in your Transfiguration class back then?" The young wizard, with a red mark around his neck, asked out of feigned curiosity.
It is clear.
This was a question Professor Trelawney dared not answer.
"That's not important."
Her gaze was somewhat evasive, and her tone carried a hint of guilt. "Anyway, I'm definitely very capable, otherwise Dumbledore wouldn't have invited me to be a professor at Hogwarts."
"Hogwarts only admits the most powerful wizards," Professor Trelawney said proudly, even adding a boastful note. "Dumbledore gave me a 30% raise this year. I think he's worried I'll be poached by other schools. These days, there are very few powerful prophets like me."
Her expression also became somewhat proud.
but.
Even under normal circumstances, Professor Trelawney is extremely vigilant.
"Of course, I can't compare to that man, Miss Grindelwald's grandfather." Professor Trelawney glanced at Aurora, clearly having studied her students' information.
"You have extraordinary bloodlines, and clearly you have inherited this as well. Furthermore, you possess unimaginable power hidden within you, which I believe is beyond the realm of magic."
Professor Trelawney stared at Aurora for a long time, especially lingering on Aurora's heterochromatic eyes for more than ten seconds, but her words of amazement did not elicit any reaction from Aurora.
"oh."
The German girl simply replied with a faint sound. Her complexion wasn't very good; she was somewhat pale and was sitting in a chair as if resting and recovering her strength.
Seeing that Aurora didn't want to talk to her, Professor Trelawney didn't continue to make trouble for herself. She began to guide the young wizards to the table and chairs she had prepared.
Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!
"Today is the day to test your talents. I am grateful to Professor Lockhart for suggesting the divination trial class, as it will save you some trouble in choosing courses next year."
"If you're a student without talent, I suggest you take someone else's course next year. I'm not easily fooled, and it will be very, very difficult to get credits from me."
Professor Trelawney spoke earnestly, distributing a crystal ball to each young wizard before tossing aside the strips of cloth and scarves she was wearing and walking to the top.
"Actually, the first lesson should have been about observing tea leaves, but I'd rather select you for the trial lesson."
"Now, close your eyes, take a deep breath... clear your mind, and feel the guidance from the mystical world." Professor Trelawney's voice was deep and magnetic, like a witch guiding souls through the mist. She was always very good at intimidating people with this kind of demeanor.
of course.
Those students who had witnessed her erratic behavior had already seen through her outward strength but inner weakness.
Colorful smoke rose from the incense burner in the corner as Professor Trelawney began to guide the young wizards into divination, though her cryptic descriptions left many puzzled.
Many people's minds go blank, nothing comes to mind, and Ian is the same. He is completely ignorant of astronomy and divination, and all he can think about is what he should eat tonight.
"I don't need you to see any clear future. You can't do that without opening your third eye. So, I just need you to be able to see a little bit of the scene."
Professor Trelawney, hunched over, paced back and forth in the classroom like a ghost, occasionally stopping next to a young wizard to ask what he had seen.
"I...I saw darkness." An honest student expressed his feelings, only to be met with a disappointed shake of his head from Professor Trelawney, who looked like a hopeless case.
then.
"Oh, I see a golden light! Maybe it's the Golden Snitch!" someone exclaimed in amazement, though it was unclear whether the little boy was just a good actor or had genuinely seen something.
"Excellent, excellent! This is your 'vision' opening up. Keep it up, work harder, you have a bright future." Professor Trelawney immediately walked over happily.
She was also holding a crystal ball, but this crystal ball did not emit light or show any other abnormalities. After the student spoke, she stared at the crystal ball for a moment and immediately began to praise it without reservation.
"Really...?"
Ian rubbed the crystal ball in front of him, but he couldn't see any color. He stared so hard that he could almost see the veins on his eyelids, but he still didn't feel any "vision" opening up.
And at that very moment.
Professor Trelawney happened to walk over here.
"Child, do you have the honor of entering this extraordinary realm?" she asked seemingly enthusiastically, but she would obviously utter some derogatory words after Ian shook his head.
"I saw a colorful black." Ian embellished his pitch-black vision, thinking that he would probably be assigned to the group without talent, just like the little wizard who said he saw darkness.
however.
"Excellent, excellent, anything else?"
Professor Trelawney stared at the crystal ball in her hand and actually began to praise Ian with a smile, leaving all the young wizards around her completely bewildered.
What constitutes a multicolored black?
"As expected of the young professor, he sees things we can't even imagine." One of Ian's little fans exclaimed excitedly, which was immediately echoed by many young Ravenclaw wizards.
"..."
Ian felt numb again.
He really did have a bad relationship with this course.
"Yes, I saw something else too."
Faced with Professor Trelawney's question, Ian simply blurted out whatever came to mind, wanting the other young wizards to know that even casual squabbles could gain Professor Trelawney's approval.
of course.
There are some techniques involved.
"I saw a disaster, oh, a terrible disaster." Yes, that's the trick to dealing with Professor Trelawney; the more terrifying and frightening the story, the more Professor Trelawney will favor you.
This is not.
I overheard the little wizard spouting nonsense.
Professor Trelawney immediately became interested.
"What kind of disaster?"
Her eyes lit up.
"I don't think I should say it. Yes, I shouldn't say it." Ian hadn't really figured out what kind of disaster would be scary enough, so he used the psychological technique that everyone is afraid of the unknown.
"Many prophecies and visions should not be told to others, but I am different. If you tell me, it won't cause any surprises."
Professor Trelawney was very gossipy, so she gave her assurances with great conviction. However, faced with the professor's bluff, Ian pretended to hesitate for a moment before shaking his head.
"I can't tell you because it concerns a world-shaking event. In 1999, many wizards signed unspeakable confidentiality agreements because of this."
"Even though it's only 1991 now, I saw it and I signed this confidentiality agreement. If I sign it in the future, it will be equivalent to me having to abide by it now."
"After all, this matter is far too big, unimaginably big. The reason for signing a confidentiality agreement is to prevent others from knowing about it, otherwise it might cause the destruction of the world."
Ian had no idea what he was rambling on about. He spoke with such seriousness, his only purpose being to pique Professor Trelawney's curiosity and make her suffer for the rest of the semester without getting an answer.
The little wizard holds grudges.
He still has red marks on his neck.
"this……"
Professor Trelawney was taken aback by what she heard. She might have suspected that Ian was trying to fool her, so she frowned and looked at the crystal ball she was holding in her hand again.
After a while.
Professor Trelawney exclaimed again.
"Incredible! Your talent is incredible! You've glimpsed secrets powerful enough to influence the world—oh, this is definitely not a prophetic talent that mortals should possess!"
"Mr. Prince, your bloodline is extraordinary! Perhaps your ancestors intermarried with the gods! You have the potential to become a great prophet!"
Professor Trelawney was gesticulating excitedly. Not only did she not question Ian's absurd remarks at all, she even went so far as to trace Ian's ancestry on the spot.
"Forehead……"
Ian looked around.
He noticed his classmates casting surprised and curious glances at him.
"..."
The little wizard who knew these guys' nature well knew.
Today is over.
He's probably going to be plagued by rumors again... His single-digit mixed-race heritage is probably going to become a double-digit mixed-race population.
(End of this chapter)