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Chapter 328 – The Prophecy of Death!!
Darren immediately displayed a confused expression.
He tilted his head slightly, looking as if he didn't quite understand, and asked hesitantly:
"Professor… are you asking about a female friend?"
"I… do you mean Hermione? She's right here, it should be fine, right?"
"No, no, no, child—girlfriend."
Not female friend.
Trelawney stepped closer.
"Do you only have one girlfriend?"
Darren became even more bewildered.
He paused, thought carefully, then said with honest confusion:
"Professor… I don't really understand…"
"Do you mean 'girlfriends'… as in friends who are girls…"
"…or girlfriends?"
"I do have several female friends."
"But I don't have a girlfriend yet…"
"I'll think about that in the future."
"For now, we should focus on studying properly instead of dating."
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[Ding, Fatherhood Value +100]
[Ding, Fatherhood Value +100]
[Ding, Fatherhood Value +100]
[Ding...]
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Darren accepted the Fatherhood Value, blushing in embarrassment.
Several girls in the classroom sighed softly.
Some seemed disappointed.
Others… strangely excited.
After all—
Darren didn't have a girlfriend yet!
Even Hermione showed a thoughtful expression.
Who would have thought?
He was actually quite popular.
But on the surface, Darren remained his usual innocent self, clearly flustered by the subject.
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Trelawney grew irritated.
Her prophecy could not possibly be wrong!
She stared at Darren with dissatisfaction.
"This child will have many girlfriends in the future—so why is he denying it?"
Trelawney snorted loudly.
She locked eyes with Darren.
"No, child. It is girlfriends, not female friends."
"Answer me."
"Do you not think about whether they will all be safe?"
"But I really don't have a girlfriend, Professor!"
Darren looked genuinely wronged.
Even if she could see the future—
He really did not have one now!
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Trelawney hesitated.
Because when she looked into his eyes—
They were truly confused.
…Had she misread it?
This happened sometimes.
Looking around—
She noticed the skeptical expressions in the room.
Her confidence wavered slightly.
But as a professional mystic—
There were some things she could never admit.
She turned sharply away.
And immediately chose her next victim.
"Neville Longbottom!"
She stared straight at him.
"Boy… is your grandmother well?"
"I—I don't know…"
Neville was so shocked he nearly fell out of his chair.
A trace of satisfaction flickered across Trelawney's face.
Yes.
This was the correct audience.
"You should not think about it too deeply."
Trelawney said gravely.
Neville's eyes instantly filled with tears.
Darren patted his shoulder gently.
A wordless gesture.
Be strong.
You will be fine.
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Trelawney clapped her hands.
"Let us begin today's lesson…"
"The art of tea-leaf reading!"
Then she suddenly glanced at Lavender.
A mysterious look crossed her face.
"Beware the red-haired boy."
Lavender gasped.
There were only two red-haired boys in the room.
Ron—and Darren.
But Lavender sat closer to Ron.
Ron instantly scowled.
"Girls are crazy. They make no sense at all," he muttered.
"Aren't you also red-haired? Why doesn't she think it's you?"
Darren merely gave him a pointed look.
Ron instantly shut up.
Fine.
He wouldn't argue with Darren.
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Trelawney began handing out teacups.
Then she pointed to Lavender again.
"Child… do not fear. You shall be the one to pour the tea."
As Lavender did, Trelawney suddenly said flatly:
"What you fear most… will occur on October 16th."
Lavender froze.
Her face turned pale.
She edged away from Ron without realizing it.
Thankfully, Ron didn't notice.
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"Now everyone…"
Trelawney poured tea for the rest of the class.
"Drink. Then interpret the leaves."
Darren sipped his tea slowly.
By the time he finished—
The others were already shaking their cups.
"Exchange teacups!"
Trelawney commanded.
Darren picked up Hermione's cup.
Hermione's cheeks reddened faintly.
Before Darren could examine the leaves—
Trelawney rushed over.
She snatched the cup away.
"Sticks!"
"You are going to be attacked!"
Hermione looked furious.
"That's my teacup!"
Ever since the girlfriend prophecy—
Hermione had decided she disliked Trelawney.
Trelawney froze.
She had meant to read Darren's cup.
Not Hermione's.
This was awkward.
She coughed, then awkwardly seized Darren's cup instead.
And promptly—
Collapsed dramatically to the floor.
"Falcons!!"
"So many falcons!"
"You are surrounded by deadly enemies!"
"You are going to die—!"
Darren opened his mouth.
Mortal enemies?
Did she see his father?
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Before Darren could react—
Trelawney's voice suddenly changed.
"Ominous!"
"Child—ominous!"
She pointed at the tea leaves with shaking hands.
"You see it?"
"The black dog…"
"A black dog between the graves…"
"It follows you—"
"A death omen!!"
Her words echoed through the classroom.
The students stared at Darren in terror.
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Darren sighed inwardly.
She was right.
Partially.
But she couldn't see clearly.
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He stepped forward calmly.
He helped her up.
And gently said:
"Professor…"
"My brother and I…"
"We are people without certain futures."
"We do not know how long we will live."
"But we are already prepared."
"So please—calm down first."
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[Ding, Fatherhood Value +100]
[Ding, Fatherhood Value +100]
[Ding, Fatherhood Value +100]
[Ding...]
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