She caught Qiu Zhang's attention.
"Did you really see anything? I felt like I was completely making it up just now." Qiu Zhang candidly admitted her perfunctory effort, which was pretty much what almost all little wizards were doing.
In response.
Aurora responded with a chuckle, "Divination, sometimes it's all about feel and imagination. That's the wonder of divination; everyone sees and understands it differently. Maybe in the professor's eyes, your imagination truly has a special significance... our professor does have real skill."
She still said a fair and truthful word for Professor Trelawney over there.
"I'm not really that interested in divination; I prefer real magic. Of course, that probably has to do with me not having the talent." Qiu Zhang sighed, still honest.
Her words resonated with the little wizards.
"Same here."
Ian's agreement made Qiu Zhang cast a disdainful look.
"The professor praised you as the most talented student just after class; you can't stand in this underachiever line." Qiu Zhang obviously didn't believe Ian's words.
"Actually, I was making things up too."
Ian also showed his honesty.
Yet.
Both Qiu Zhang and Aurora, who had long recognized Ian possesses prophet abilities, showed expressions of disbelief. Sometimes, speaking the truth doesn't necessarily earn others' trust.
Seeing his two friends looking at him with disdain for lying.
"Alright, I won't pretend anymore. Nobody understands divination and prophecy better than me; I'm a genius." Ian could only pout, acting as if he himself found it uninteresting.
Only then did Aurora and Qiu Zhang's eyes become normal.
They seemed to think that it was only right.
"..."
But the little wizard, who was well aware of his own situation, could only sigh at this. Occasionally, he wanted to be honest, but it seemed better not to be. Is this the helplessness of living in this world?
With a heavy heart.
Ian and the little wizards went to the Great Hall for dinner.
Meanwhile.
The divination classroom, now empty of students.
Professor Trelawney was lying on a chair.
She was already snoring.
At that moment.
The clouds outside the tower parted, and a beam of sunlight pierced through the stained glass of the North Tower——in the interplay of light and shadow, the silhouette of fate began to appear on the crystal ball of the professor.
"Alright, Professor."
"How could I encounter such a thing!"
Something.
Was tilting from the illusory towards certainty.
Like the god of destiny had plucked his strings.
...
The banquet was as usual filled with the whimsical creations of the House-Elves. Each bite of cake contained a special memory, and when you ate the cake, beautiful memories related to it would appear in your mind.
The ice cream balls had been enchanted with Wingardium Leviosa, allowing them to float in the air without melting. They floated like colorful balloons above the dining table, waiting to be captured.
Despite some extravagance, the taste was considered decent.
"Hope there's no more chili cake." Ian enjoyed the delicious dinner leisurely, his mind thinking about the Magic Potion he brewed, so he headed straight to the Room of Requirement.
In the room that no one else could find.
Ian walked to the workbench and took out a small packet wrapped in parchment from another pocket. It was moonlight grass pollen he collected from deep within Hogwarts.
It could enhance the resonance between the Magic Potion and soul.
"Hope my [Soul-Extracting Potion] can help Harry; the worst scenario should be both souls being extracted, then I would put Harry's soul back into his body."
Ian muttered to himself.
Carefully sprinkled the pollen into the Magic Potion being brewed.
He stirred the Magic Potion in the crucible with a silver spoon; moonstone powder shimmered in the deep purple liquid. The liquid instantly began to boil, emitting a sizzling sound, changing color from dark green to deep purple. The crucible constantly emitted a slight humming, and strange ripples appeared on the surface of the liquid.
The sound of an owl's hoot came from outside the window.
The oak bookshelf of the Room of Requirement cast swaying shadows in the candlelight.
The brewing of Magic Potion still required the precipitation of time.
Mindful of Old Brother Tom, Ian glanced at the time on the wall; it was almost nine o'clock. He hesitated for a moment but decided to go to the hospital wing to check on Harry to understand Harry's situation.
Heaven knows whether the remnant soul in the diary would collude with the remnant soul inside Harry.
By this time, the sky had completely darkened, moonlight spilled like water onto Hogwarts Castle, adding a touch of mystery to this ancient building.
The hallway was empty, only the sound of Ian's footsteps echoed between the stone walls. A few magic candles were lit in the hospital wing; under the dim light, Harry lay quietly in the last bed inside. The boy's face was frighteningly pale, sweat beads covered his forehead, and the lightning-shaped scar seemed particularly ferocious under the candlelight.
Nicolas Flamel sat quietly by Harry's bed reading some books related to the Soul Artifact. He was wearing a dark blue robe, with a peculiar badge pinned on his chest.
There were profound symbols related to Alchemy engraved on it.
"I think your concern is valid."
He noticed Ian's arrival, raising his head slightly exhaustedly to look at Ian, with confusion and unease about the unknown occurring between his brows.
"What's the situation?"