The next day, Felix appeared in the Sword Castle. He occupied a wide laboratory alone, standing on a temporary platform, staring at a magic puppet ten feet tall. This tall magic puppet will serve as the guard of the Sword Castle, and will take the initiative to stand up to protect everyone when a sudden danger occurs.

The design idea is similar to the puppets that Felix used to teach at Hogwarts before, but it must be more complex and the protection measures are more complete. Moreover, Felix also tried to give them some intelligence. He had done similar things a long time ago, and he still retains a group of magic puppet versions of the opera troupe in his ring.

But if they are given the responsibility of guarding, they must give more precise instructions. If they are negligent, it will be bad if this thing fails on the battlefield. What's worse may be that they suddenly have no distinction between the enemy and the enemy... These issues need to be considered in advance.

Near noon, Cremy hurried in, surprised: "Deng, Principal Dumbledore is here!"

Felix raised his head in surprise.

...

Outside the sword castle.

"Felix, I hope you can go to the Ministry of Magic with me." Dumbledore said in a deep voice, "to the Department of Mystery."

When the two appeared again, they had already arrived at the guest entrance of the Ministry of Magic. With a squeak, the red telephone booth slowly descended, and Felix asked the doubt in his heart, "What the hell is going on?"

"Amelia discovered two prophecies, and I almost guessed what one of them was, and wanted you to know." Dumbledore said briefly.

Department of Mystery Affairs, Prophecy Hall.

It was as high as a school auditorium, but not empty because the room was filled with rows of towering shelves, covered with gray prophecy balls, which looked like some very alternative library. Except for Felix, Dumbledore and Ms. Bones, the others were temporarily driven out, and Sirius stood at the door with two Aurors to watch.

"About fifteen years ago, you should have heard a prophecy?" asked Ms. Bones.

Dumbledore hesitated for a moment, nodded slightly, and said, "That's right."

"Is this?" Ms. Bones asked, pointing to a dusty shelf. Dumbledore leaned down and stared at a small glass ball on the shelf. It was dirty and seemed to have been cleaned for many years, just like a firefly.

Felix's afterglow glanced at the other side, where there was a prophecy that was closely related to him. He had many speculations, but he still couldn't figure out the whole picture. It was mainly because the key information was too vague, and there were many possibilities.

He had been studying for a while and left prophecies behind.

Felix focused on Dumbledore, reading the yellowed label under the glass ball. It marked a date about fifteen years ago in a delicate font, followed by a string of abbreviated letters:

S.P.TtoA.P.W.B.D

Next to the letters, handwritten letters are marked with scribbled notes: Dark Devil and (?) Harry Potter.

"It should be this." Dumbledore sighed, straightening his waist and asking politely: "Is that OK?"

Ms. Bones made an action of asking, "All the protection magic has been cancelled."

Dumbledore nimbled towards the prophecy ball, paused when touched, and then held it. He closed his eyes slightly, and his whole body remained motionless. After a moment, he lightly put the prophecy ball back as if he was waking up from a dream.

He whispered softly:

"I heard this prophecy with my own ears - on a cold and wet night about fifteen years ago, at the Pig Head Bar in Hogsmeade, I went there to meet an applicant who wanted to teach divination classes. I didn't intend to let the class continue, but the applicant was a great-granddaughter of a very famous prophet. Out of courtesy, I decided to meet her..."

The man must be Trelawney, Felix thought to himself.

"So the prophecy came from that interview, at your request?" Ms. Bones asked.

"Yes, no." Dumbledore said softly, as if he had returned to the night fifteen years ago. "I tried to talk to her and hoped that she could show her talents a little, but it disappointed me. In my opinion, she had not inherited the talent of her ancestors at all, so I told her that she was not suitable for the position and then turned and left."

Neither Ms. Bones nor Felix spoke, and they knew the twist was coming.

"... Then she made a prophecy, the real prophecy." Dumbledore murmured. He took out his wand from his robe and waved it hard in front of the two. A silver smoke spewed out of the tip of the wand, followed by a harsh, hoarse voice, with irresistible madness, as if he had committed some kind of disease.

"The person who has the ability to defeat the Black Demon is approaching... Born in a family that has resisted him three times, and was born at the end of July... The Black Demon marks him as his strong enemy, but he has energy that the Black Demon does not understand... One must die at the hands of the other, because two people cannot live together, and only one survives..."

The sound stopped. The silver smoke condensed in the air fell like snowflakes and disappeared before touching the ground. The three of them watched silently at this scene.

"Although I've read the information when I came," Ms. Bones couldn't hide her shock.

Dumbledore looked down slightly, looking at them through his half moon glasses.

"To be honest, I have doubts in my heart. Prophecy is not as magical as I imagined, and it is not always possible to realize it. Otherwise, there would be no need for the Ministry of Magic to send special personnel to follow and observe the progress of the prophecy. But no matter what, the applicant finally made a prophecy or a very dangerous prophecy, and it would be irresponsible to let her stay there."

"Indeed, I've asked the silent man before, and even half of the prophecies here will be good." Bones provided evidence.

"So you accepted her and protected her?" Felix asked.

"I don't have many choices." Dumbledore nodded slightly, "especially the prophecy was heard by a third person, although not all. There was no way, Sibil lived in a cheap but mixed pig head bar, and I didn't expect to get valuable things in that interview, and that happened. The eavesdropper - in my understanding at that time, it was very likely that he was a Death Eater, and I could not risk let Sibil wander around the magic world alone."

Only then did Felix know how Sybil Trilawney came to school to teach.

It wasn't all because Dumbledore was misleading...but because she was afraid that she would be captured by Voldemort...

"The eavesdropping person didn't hear all the prophecies?" Ms. Bones asked keenly.

"He only heard the first three sentences," Dumbledore said.

The three of them fell silent and thought about their own thoughts.

The person who has the ability to defeat the Black Demon is approaching... Born in a family that has resisted him three times, and was born at the end of July...

So it was Harry Potter Felix who thought, but Neville could barely count it. After all, they were one day apart in their birthdays, both at the tail of July. But maybe Voldemort had obsessive-compulsive disorder? So he finally chose Harry, who was later on his birthday? Or was the prophecy that followed was working, "The Black Devil marks him as his strong rival." Voldemort didn't choose Neville in pure blood, but Harry, who was also a mixed-race with him.

"Maybe I made a mistake," Dumbledore said suddenly, "my behavior—who agreed to Sybil to teach in Hogwarts—may have prompted the prophecy to happen. Think about it, the loyal servant told Voldemort the prophecy he heard, hoping that his master would break free from his predestined fate, but he only heard the previous sentences, so Voldemort was not aware that he was taking considerable dangers in doing so, and—to be polite, Voldemort was very afraid of me, and he might have confirmed the credibility of the prophecy from my actions."

But the truth is that no one can accurately predict what will happen the next day, let alone the much longer future; just like you can't expect the existence of a perfect saint in reality, neither of which can happen.

"There is a second prophecy." Ms. Bones said a moment later.

She led the two to a shelf again, and Felix became more and more familiar with his expression. As the distance narrowed, Dumbledore showed a shocked expression. He quickly passed by the shelf, stopped before Ms. Bones, staring at a brand new label. It clearly stated:

S.P.TtoH.J.P.(to be verified)

Dumbledore carefully observed the dates on the label and thought for a brief moment, and came to an obvious conclusion: the prophecy took place during the final exam of the last school year, and the two people at that time had not changed at all, and it was still Trelawne. The other one was also very familiar with it-

"Harry James Potter," said Ms. Bones, "this should be the full name of the child? I've confirmed it with Sirius."

"I think this prophecy should mention me," Dumbledore said, with bright light flashing in his blue eyes.

"Maybe I mentioned it," Felix said slowly, adding, "I feel very kind."

"Although this prophecy is not as important as the first one, and is not protected by heavy spells, in fact-I looked through Bord's notes," Ms. Borns took a deep breath, her eyes widened, "It may be the most special one in the entire Prophecy Hall."

"Why do you say that?" Felix asked with interest.

"Because not only you two can feel its difference, I also feel it. This is not a coincidence. Anyone who tries to get close to it will feel a warm sense of intimacy from it. This means..."

"The prophecy covers a huge range of people." Felix woke up.

"Yes," Ms. Bones agreed, "I guess it may be related to the first two sentences. You'd better take a look first."

After a while, Dumbledore calmly handed the prophecy ball to Felix, and then fell into deep thought.

Although Felix had known this prophecy for a long time, he still listened to it again. "The change that has not been seen in a thousand years, and the legendary drama was staged. The clown returned to the stage with the drum beats, the warriors were ready to go, the lions grew old, and the firebirds were reborn - time! time!"
Chapter completed!