svetikya Chapter 266 Seeking Prophecy and Asking the Savior
Chapter 266 Seeking Prophecy and Asking the Savior
Chapter 266 Seeking Prophecy and Asking the Savior
Picking up where we left off, when Helbo claimed that Voldemort had become a messenger of God, Harry, the other two were all shocked and remained silent for a long time.
Hermione had seen Death's form in person, and Harry and Ron were also aware of this. Hearing these words now, how could the three not be alarmed? They exchanged glances, their brows furrowing in worry.
Hermione hesitated for a long time, then took a breath and tentatively asked, "Are you talking about Death?"
Helbo did not respond to these words, but simply lowered his head.
Harry thought to himself: Where did this lewd and wild god come from, unorthodox in worship, unrecorded in any rites, yet bestowing blessings upon such a wicked creature as Voldemort who harms living beings? Truly, the divine way is corrupted.
He said, "Since you say that Voldemort received a blessing, you must have witnessed it with your own eyes. Tell me in detail what this blessing was like?"
Halberd stared intently at Harry for a long while before softly saying, "You've met him before, Mr. Potter."
These words were like a wake-up call. Harry pondered for a moment, and then a thought flashed through his mind. He suddenly remembered the question he had asked Salazar that day: "Why did Voldemort rise from the dead without incurring divine punishment?"
"Oh! You mean Voldemort managed to evade the laws of equilibrium?"
Helbo listened but did not reply, only staring at Harry with his eyes.
Seeing his reaction, Harry felt a surge of anger and snapped, "You're so inarticulate! Just a moment ago you were talking a mile a minute, answering every question with ten replies, but now you're like a sawed-off gourd!"
Helbo shook his head and said, "I can't say."
Harry refused to believe it, shouting, "I don't believe it! I don't believe it! What's the logic behind saying it before but not saying it now?"
Helbo said calmly, "If a wizard with no criminal record shouts that he's going to kill someone, people will think he's just saying it out of anger."
"But if the wizard who said this is a murderer, then the Ministry of Magic will only increase its surveillance of him, and may even send him back to prison."
"I am the murderer."
After saying that, Helbo paused slightly, "And he's a serial killer; my every move is being monitored."
Although his words revealed everything, they were also evasive and secretive, clearly out of fear of divine retribution. This ancient monster, who had been lying dormant for a thousand years, constantly proclaimed his intention to save humanity; his behavior was exactly the same as that of Yuan Tiangang.
Upon hearing this, Harry felt as if the clouds had parted and the sky had cleared, and he suddenly understood that Halpert, Salazar, Yuan Tiangang, and the like were clearly of the same ilk.
He was secretly overjoyed, thinking to himself: Since this fellow truly wants to save the world, it will be easier to talk to him. This man possesses extraordinary skills, rarely seen in the world.
It would be perfect to train him as a sparring partner, allowing him to hone his skills alongside my older sister and brothers. It would be a shame not to recruit him into the group.
Harry immediately sheathed his weapons, crossed his arms, and chuckled, "It's truly a case of the flood washing away the Dragon King's temple. If you had spoken your mind earlier, brother, how could we brothers have dared to draw swords and sticks against you, needlessly ruining our harmony?"
After speaking, he called Ron, and Hermione and Ron stopped their stances. With a wave of his wand, four ebony benches appeared on the ground.
Harry bowed and said, "Brother, please sit down. You may tell me your story."
Ron and Hermione were used to his quick change of expression; they exchanged a quick glance and then calmly took their seats.
Du Nahailbo was stunned by this sudden reversal and stood there blankly for a long time. After hesitating for a while, he finally sat down on the corner of the chair.
Once everyone was seated, Harry clasped his hands in a respectful gesture and said solemnly, "Brother, since you have a heart set on saving the world, you must be able to distinguish right from wrong. Even if Voldemort, who committed murder, arson, and all sorts of evil deeds, truly received some divine blessing, so what?"
"I have seen the deity myself and believed many of her words. Yet, in the end, my brothers and sisters were killed or injured! You must never believe in such a bird-like god."
These words struck like bullets, each one ringing out with a sharp, resounding clang. Ron, listening nearby, was stunned and exclaimed, "Harry, you've seen God?"
Harry said, "It's true, of course. What could be faked?"
Reader, please listen to the explanation: When Song Jiang decided to join the outlaws, he wanted to return to his hometown to bring his elderly father and family to the mountain. Harry was by his side at that time, dedicated to protecting him.
Unexpectedly, they were captured by government troops on the way. In their panic, the two hid in the shrine of the Xuan Nu Temple in Huandao Village.
Exhausted, he fell asleep that night, and in his hazy sleep, he saw two people in green robes respectfully escorting the Goddess of Mystery. The Goddess presented him with fine wine and celestial dates, and entrusted Song Jiang with three volumes of heavenly books, instructing him to "assist the country and bring peace to the people"; she also taught him to "pacify the country and quell the chaos."
When he awoke from his dream, he found three jujube pits and three volumes of heavenly scripture in the cupboard, all clearly visible.
Later, Song Jiang accepted the imperial pardon and went to suppress Fang La. Although Hali harbored resentment, he accepted the order because of the decree of the Goddess Xuan Nu. Who would have thought that the killing would leave corpses strewn across the fields, and that his former brothers would be killed, wounded, or scattered. More than seven out of ten villages were lost, and he truly regretted his actions.
Before Ron could ask about the details of the gods, Halper interrupted, saying, "Mr. Potter, I have said that I only serve those who can save the world."
Harry frowned slightly. "That Voldemort is just a figurehead, and you believe him? I am the prophesied savior, how can you doubt me?"
"Prophecies are not static," Halpert suddenly blurted out. "Mr. Potter, you need to ask a real prophet to make a prophecy for you."
Harry frowned slightly. "What's the significance of 'this is a true prophecy'?"
Helbo didn't answer, but simply pointed his finger upwards and touched the sky.
This fellow spoke even more mysteriously than Trelawney, and Ron was already fed up with it. He spat on the ground, chanted a thunder incantation, and several electric snakes crackled and popped from the tip of the stick, making his beard and hair stand on end.
He said rudely, "Hey old man, have you forgotten you've been captured?"
"Are you planning to make things clear now, or try my stun gun first?"
"If you're not afraid of death, I can say that," Helbo pointed to the sky, "that we'll all die together."
Ron ignored him and immediately raised his stick, ready to strike him in the face.
Just then, Harry reached out and stopped him, shouting, "Brother, hold on! Since Voldemort dragged this Helbo from the underworld, he must have dug up his burial place and stolen all his remains."
"If we kill him today, we'll only destroy a section of his bones; but Voldemort can create a new one, and it will be like weeds that haven't been eradicated at the root, but have sprung up again in the spring."
Ron reluctantly put away his cane and said, "We can't just let him off the hook like nothing happened, can we?"
"I dare say he's absolutely capable of poisoning food."
Harry's eyes darted around as he scrutinized Halberd from head to toe, then he suddenly clapped his hands and laughed, "You may escape death, but you can't escape punishment. Halberd, I need you to help my elder sister and brothers with their cultivation."
After hearing this, Haierbo's expression remained unchanged, he only nodded slightly, "To be a sparring partner? I have no objection."
Seeing that the old monster agreed readily, Harry did not hesitate any longer. He immediately drew his staff and chanted a spell, setting up twelve restrictive spells around Helbo to prevent any unforeseen events from happening to him on the way.
With everything settled, Harry clasped his hands in a gesture of respect and said, "Since you only wish to assist someone who can truly save the world, then for now, you may serve as my teaching assistant."
"After I have consulted the prophet and verified my destiny, I will then discuss our future with my brother."
Helbo nodded silently, lifted his black robe, and turned to leave. But before he had taken two steps, Hermione suddenly rushed forward, calling out, "Wait! Mr. Helbo, I have another question to ask!"
Helbo stopped at the sound of his voice, turned his head, and asked, "What's the problem?"
"You're saying Voldemort received divine favor? Does that mean defeating Voldemort isn't the end, and we also have to deal with the god behind him?"
The question was piercing, and their eyes met, frozen in mid-air. Helbo's lips pressed into a thin line, but he remained silent.
Hermione's face instantly turned frosty upon seeing his state. Without saying a word, she turned and hurried toward the castle.
Harry and Ron exchanged a glance and quickly caught up. Harry leaned close to her and said, "Don't be angry, big sister. This old monster isn't deliberately hiding anything; he has something difficult to say, and his every word and action is being watched by 'Heavenly Eyes.'"
Hermione showed no anger, only worry, and said, "I'm not angry, I just—feel something's off."
"If Helbo wasn't lying, he was saving the world thousands of years ago, yet the first thing he did after being resurrected was still to save the world."
What kind of disaster could last for thousands of years without being discovered?
"And what exactly is the law of equilibrium?"
Hermione's words were sharp and incisive, cutting to the heart of the matter. It was a pity that those who knew the truth couldn't speak out, and those who didn't know had nowhere to ask.
Ron racked his brains for a long time, then suddenly slapped his thigh and said, "Maybe some god wants to destroy humanity, and Harry's role as the savior is to slay that god?"
Hermione's lips twitched as she listened. "It feels like a tired, overused plot written by a third-rate novelist."
"Actually, you don't need to care about these things. Knowing too much isn't a good thing," Salazar said, emerging from Harry's arms and hovering in mid-air. "Killing Voldemort is enough."
Hermione paused, staring at the drawing paper, and asked suspiciously, "Wait, you can see me now?"
Salazar remained calm and clapped his hands lightly twice. "Congratulations, Miss Granger, you finally feel a sense of belonging to the wizarding world."
When Harry saw Salazar suddenly appear, he couldn't help but say, "Why didn't you talk to Helbo when he was here? You two both know about the law of equilibrium, you should have verified each other's knowledge."
Salazar smirked. "Are you serious, Harry?"
"If he's a serial killer, then I'm a deranged killer. What do you think the Ministry of Magic would do if the two of us got together and started talking?"
Upon hearing this, Harry recalled that Salazar had not shown up when he met Yuan Tiangang, and he immediately understood.
There was no further conversation. As the group slowly made their way back to the secret chamber, the sky was already showing the first hints of dawn.
Pushing open the door, one sees only half-burnt candles, scattered chairs, and the crowd that had gathered earlier has dispersed. Only a house-elf stands in the corner, holding a letter written by Draco, waiting for orders.
Harry took the letter, carefully examined it, and finding nothing amiss, melted the sealing wax, stamped it with his seal, and then instructed the house-elf, "Give this letter back to Draco and tell him to send it to Poland as before."
The house-elf bowed with a "snap," snapped its fingers, and vanished in a puff of smoke.
With everything settled, Harry, Harry, and his two companions returned to their rooms to rest.
Harry went to bed, but couldn't fall asleep. His eyes were fixed on the dark shadows above the tent, his mind racing, over and over again hearing Halpert's words, "We must seek the true prophet."
He thought to himself: If we're talking about prophets who know the secrets of heaven, then Grindelwald is one. But now that we're clearly enemies, I can't persuade him to come.
Although Trelawney's ancestors were illustrious, by the present day only some superficial skills remained. Instead of seeking her out, it would be better to go directly to Sister Rowena.
After pondering this over and over until midnight, at the crack of dawn, a sudden inspiration struck him, and he decided to ask Liu Tao to act as a go-between and ask the learned man from his hometown for help.
The next day, as dawn was breaking, Harry quickly prepared ink and paper and wrote a letter. He first mentioned the kindness of receiving the mango nectar he had received years ago, and then expressed his desire to visit the prophet who had given him the treasure.
The letter traveled across the ocean, and it took about seven or eight days before a reply arrived.
Upon opening the letter, however, they were met with devastating news. The prophet who had bestowed the sweet dew on the willow branch had passed away a few days earlier.
Now, the art of divination in the East is mostly handled by his disciples. They are busy with their late master's funeral, wearing mourning clothes, performing rituals and chanting scriptures. How could they have time to deal with Harry's request?
Harry read the letter, sighed deeply, wrote a eulogy and sent it, and thus gave up the idea of finding a prophet from the East.
After much deliberation, he finally set his sights on Trelawney, hoping she might have a sudden flash of inspiration.
Little did anyone expect that Trelawney would be so terrified when Harry asked her to tell his fortune.
Today he makes excuses about having a full schedule of classes, tomorrow he claims he has a terrible headache, and the day after that he says his "third eye is not open." He finds all sorts of excuses to avoid meeting Harry in person.
At first, Harry was patient, thinking that he needed someone's help. But after being turned away time and time again, even a clay Buddha would have to ignite his anger.
It happened to be a weekend, so Harry decided to go straight to Trelawney's office and wait for him to come to him.
To their surprise, after waiting for half an hour, the carved wooden door remained completely still. They took out the Marauder's Map and examined it, but among the densely packed names, they couldn't find the name "Trillauny".
He then summoned a group of house-elves to investigate, only to discover that the fellow had slipped away to Hogsmeade to drink and have fun.
Harry, enraged, pressed the map to his chest and said coldly, "Which tavern does this old woman frequent?"
The house-elf cautiously replied, "Pig Head Bar."
Having received confirmation, Harry could no longer contain himself. He immediately sheathed his sword and staff and strode headed straight for Hogsmeade.
As the saying goes: "Endure humiliation three or five times, and today go straight to catch the drunken immortal; forget whether the divination is true or false, just watch the thunder shake the banquet." After all, what will Harry say when he bumps into Trelawney, who is drunk and intoxicated, on his way to Hogsmeade? Let's find out in the next chapter.