Chapter 108. Sybill Trelawney
If Alohomora didn't work, then what spell would?
The answer was…
"Bombarda!"
Because of the Tree of Wisdom's Energy Amplification, Wesson lost control of his strength for an instant and blew half the cabinet to pieces.
"This…"
Wesson hadn't expected it to be that powerful.
It seemed he would need to spend more time getting used to this new ability.
Fortunately, the office was very well soundproofed. The noise had been a bit much, but it shouldn't have been heard by anyone else.
After carefully searching through the cabinet's contents, Wesson found a small pouch of leftover potion ingredients and, crushed beneath a pile of old textbooks, a crumpled notebook.
Those ingredients were likely Voldemort's stock for sustaining his life.
So Wesson set his sights on the notebook instead.
It was pale green, with no title or name on the cover.
Curious, Wesson opened it.
Only after reading the first page did he realise it was a diary, because each entry began with a date.
"Keeping a diary isn't a good habit, Quirrell…"
Wesson murmured, then continued to flip through it.
The entries began on 2 July 1991.
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2 July 1991:
Today is the third day since I arrived in Albania.
This damned forest is stranger than I imagined. The trees are twisted beyond belief, and their bark seeps slime. I hope things go smoothly from here.
11 July:
I ran into a fellow who called himself a vampire today. He kept following me. Every time I turned around, he smiled at me. Awful. I think he wants to suck my blood.
12 July:
I dealt with that vampire. Ha. Looks like my recent practice hasn't been in vain. Still, I can't shake the feeling that something else is following me.
14 July:
I somewhat regret listening to Trelawney. She said I could find the future here?
Damn it, I never should have taken her advice.
What future?
All I can see are these trees!
?"
The entries abruptly stopped at 14 July 1991.
Wesson guessed that afterwards Quirrell must have encountered Voldemort and let him parasite on the back of his head.
Then he ceased updating the diary.
However, one name in the diary had caught Wesson's attention.
Trelawney!
Sybill Trelawney, the Divination professor at Hogwarts.
Wesson had seen her only a handful of times this term, because she spent most of her time hiding away in her office.
Apart from teaching, she was rarely seen.
Trelawney had actually made a prophecy for Quirrell?
Moreover, judging by Quirrell's description, it was likely a true prophecy—rather than deranged nonsense.
Quirrell had very likely been "tricked" into the Albanian forest by Trelawney's prophecy.
After putting the notebook away, Wesson left Quirrell's office. He needed to find Sybill Trelawney and get to the bottom of this.
Trelawney's office was in the attic at the top of the North Tower of Hogwarts.
Wesson hadn't taken Divination when he was a student.
Back then he'd heard that Dumbledore wanted to shut Divination down.
That was proof enough of how watered-down Divination was, so he hadn't wanted to waste time on such a meaningless, fluff class.
He had no talent for Divination anyway.
Trelawney had only taken up the professorship when he was about fifth or sixth year.
Who had been the Divination professor before Trelawney?
Wesson could no longer remember.
While he was thinking back, Wesson reached the top of the North Tower without trouble.
There was a small platform here, with a circular trapdoor set into the ceiling above.
This was the entrance to the Divination classroom.
If nothing was amiss, Trelawney would most likely be inside.
Wesson waved his hand; Devil's Snare stretched out from his sleeve and tapped on the trapdoor.
"Professor Trelawney, are you in?"
However, after he waited outside for half a minute, there was still no response.
So he simply directed the Devil's Snare to move up to the trapdoor.
"Bang!"
The sound of the trapdoor dropping came from the ceiling.
The trapdoor was popped clean off by the Devil's Snare, leaving an empty hole.
"You're fixing Professor Trelawney's door later," Wesson told the Devil's Snare.
The Devil's Snare indicated this was entirely on Wesson's orders and had nothing to do with it.
With such a racket, footsteps finally sounded above.
In a moment, a head poked out from the doorless hole.
It was Trelawney.
At the sight of Wesson, Trelawney looked puzzled.
"Professor Wesson," she said, "what seems to be the matter? Why are you dismantling my door?"
"That was an accident," Wesson called up from below. "May I come up?"
"Of course."
Trelawney nodded. "Wait there, I'll fetch the ladder."
However, just as Trelawney turned to get the ladder, the Devil's Snare's vines had already slipped through the opening and coiled around a pillar.
The next second, Wesson was hoisted into the room by the Devil's Snare.
Trelawney turned back, saw Wesson already standing in the room, blinked, and said, "It seems you're quite nimble."
Then she suddenly pattered up to Wesson, leaned in close, and stared wide-eyed: "But even the nimblest limbs cannot help you elude Death's pursuit… I have seen your death. Would you like to know how you die… a length of rope… a face lurking in the dark…"
As Trelawney slowly drew nearer, her oversized spectacles nearly touched his face, and Wesson couldn't help taking a few steps back.
Mm. It looked rather intimidating.
But only intimidating, nothing more.
Even if Wesson didn't know what a genuine prophecy looked like, this was certainly Trelawney putting on airs.
"I'm here this time to—"
Wesson got halfway through before Trelawney cut him off.
"Ah, I already know," she said quickly, dragging Wesson over to a table. "You've come to ask me to perform a Divination for you, haven't you? Come here… I must prepare a few things."
Before Wesson could answer, Trelawney had already brought over a crystal ball and a tea set.
However, neither was likely to be needed today.
"In fact," Wesson waved a hand, "I have a few questions for you, Professor Trelawney."
Trelawney looked surprised, but she soon said, "Of course! That was within my expectations as well. My crystal ball has already told me—look—"
Wesson glanced at the crystal ball she was pointing at. There was nothing visible on its surface.
"Only those blessed with true second sight can discern what lies within a crystal ball," she said, chin lifted.
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