Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 490 New Notice, Duel Club

Chapter 490 New Notice, Duel Club

The unusual activity inside the crystal ball immediately caught Xiren's attention. Although he didn't know what had triggered this change, he looked over immediately.

Perhaps it wasn't because he made the prediction, but the image in the crystal ball wasn't particularly clear. You could vaguely see two people standing—it looked like they were on a mountaintop.

Then a green light flashed behind one of them—

Xiren subconsciously thought of the Avada Kedavra curse, but the next second he realized that the person who was ambushed did not fall down. It was as if the other party could see what was behind him and dodged in time.

Then, from the direction where the Killing Curse had appeared, a third person entered the scene. His appearance was still unclear, but he was very tall.

He and another person were clearly in cahoots, and the person who had just been ambushed was once again in danger.

Just as Xilun was pondering who these blurry figures were, a beam of red light suddenly filled the entire crystal ball.

The light was so bright that the crystal ball seemed to turn into a light bulb in that instant, bathing the classroom in a bright red light.

Professor Trelawney, who was standing nearby, glanced over instinctively. When she noticed that the light was coming from the Celestial Crystal Ball, her already large eyes widened even more.

"This is impossible, impossible—" she murmured to herself.

Normally, only the diviner can see the images inside the crystal ball, but now, everyone can see the light emanating from it.

There is only one explanation for this situation: the diviner made a true prophecy, and one of great significance.

In addition, such prophecies will also appear in the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic and be preserved permanently.

She made a similar prophecy more than a decade ago at the Pig's Head Bar, predicting that the person with the power to conquer the Dark Lord would be born at the end of the seventh month.

Trelawney couldn't remember the specifics, but she knew very well that it was because of this famous prophecy of the Savior that she was able to become the Divination professor at Hogwarts.

Can a student do that now?

Professor Trelawney immediately ran towards Siron, but because she was moving too fast, she stumbled and almost fell in the aisle.

But she didn't care at all. She quickly and unsteadily walked to Xilun's side and looked at the crystal ball on the table.

But all she saw was a thick white mist rolling inside the crystal ball.

No, that's all?

Professor Trelawney stood there, stunned.

Could the red light just now have been her imagination? But judging from the reactions of the others, it didn't seem so.

It's possible that only she made a mistake, but it's impossible for the entire classroom to make a mistake.

But what Professor Trelawney didn't know was that what she saw was actually the same as what Siron saw.

In fact, the red light only lasted for a moment before disappearing, and at the same time, a fourth figure appeared inside the crystal ball.

But when they got there, the image completely disappeared, and by the time Trelawney rushed over, the crystal ball had just returned to normal.

"Mr. Ollivander, you—"

"I'm sorry, Professor," Siren said immediately, "This is a crystal ball I just bought from Devis-Bans a few days ago, and it seems to be malfunctioning."

"Really?" Trelawney looked Celen up and down for a moment, and quickly accepted the statement.

That makes sense — if it were a true prophecy, the diviner himself wouldn't have been completely unresponsive, and the scene wouldn't have lasted only a moment.

But if the crystal ball malfunctioned, then that makes sense.

Trelawney composed herself and looked at the crystal ball again.

She hadn't noticed before, but the one Xilun was using was actually a high-end product. She had seen it in Devis-Bansley, and it cost around several dozen Galleons.

What a waste! It's just a crystal ball; you don't need something this nice. The kind that costs 20 sieverts is enough.

Dozens of Galleons, that could buy so many bottles of sherry!

Although she was inwardly criticizing Sherren's wasteful behavior, Professor Trelawney outwardly maintained a calm demeanor and casually remarked, "That's how Irish products are. I suggest you try French ones; their crystal balls have always been of the highest quality."

"Also, we don't need the crystal ball for this lesson, so put it away quickly."

Professor Trelawney's words made the others look enlightened—they had thought something serious had happened, but it turned out to be just a crystal ball malfunction.

People immediately lost interest and turned back to their "Dream Interpretation Guide".

Professor Trelawney also left.

Xilun put the crystal ball away, recalling what he had just seen in his mind, constantly pondering what it meant.

Unfortunately, the image was too blurry to make out the appearance and features; he could only vaguely make out an outline. Otherwise, he wouldn't have needed to guess here.

Soon, get out of class is over.

Everyone lined up to go down the silver rope ladder, and no one mentioned the little incident that had happened during get out of class.

Sylvanas walked behind the crowd, returning to the castle from the North Tower with Harry and Ron, where they encountered Hermione, who had just finished her arithmetic lesson.

The last class in the afternoon was Ancient Runes, an elective course that only Siron and Hermione had enrolled in.

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Harry and Ron only chose two elective courses, which meant they could have an extra half-day off in the afternoon, a rare free time for them in their fifth year.

The group arrived at the lobby and discussed having dinner together in the auditorium that evening. As they walked to the notice board, they noticed that a large crowd was gathered there.

"Oh, is there another new notice?" Ron tiptoed, trying to get past the crowd in front of him to see the contents of the notice.

However, after several attempts, they all failed. There were too many people, and the words on the parchment were too small. From such a distance, all they could see were countless backs of heads.

Just then, Fred and George emerged from the crowd, chatting and laughing.

They quickly stopped one of them and asked, "Fred, what does it say on that?"

"Idiot Ron, it's me, George," George said irritably.

"sorry----"

"Okay, I'm in a good mood, so I'll forgive you," George said.

"So what does the notice say?" Ron asked again.

"The Duel Club," George said. "The school has approved Sirius's application and will be holding the event again."

"Really?" Harry exclaimed in surprise.

He knew Sirius wanted to revive the Duel Club, but he didn't expect it to succeed so quickly.

Coincidentally, ever since he met Antonin Dolokhov in Hogsmeade, he had been wanting to learn some real skills to protect himself.

Since it's Sirius Black, he's definitely much more reliable than Gilderoy Lockhart.

"Of course it's true, why would we lie to you?" George said.

"And the first event is on Halloween," Fred said, stepping forward with a smile. "Get ready."

"This is really something to look forward to."

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