The Bard at Hogwarts

No. 12, Morig Square

The remains of Regulus were temporarily placed in the garden behind the old house.

Sirius Black scheduled the funeral for tomorrow.

Perhaps, Sirius Black did not want Regulus to be too lonely, so he wrote letters to as many people as possible, including Lupin, the Weasleys, and Regulus's two cousins...

In the living room of the Black old house.

Ino and Dumbledore sat opposite each other, and between them was an exquisite pendant box.

The box was estimated to be as big as an egg, with a large letter 'S' carved on the front, and many green gems inlaid on the side, shining faintly under the light.

"This is it, Master Regulus told old Kreacher to do everything possible to destroy it..."

Although Kreacher's voice was still sharp, it was also less crazy than before, as if taking back Regulus' remains had a great impact on it.

"Professor! What are you going to do?" Ino glanced at the pendant on the table. The strong malice on it could be felt without the oil lamp.

In the face of Ino's question, Dumbledore did not answer directly, but gently tapped the pendant with the old wand, as if to confirm something.

After a while, Dumbledore sighed with relief: "You handle it!"

"I handle it?" Ino was a little surprised.

"Why? Don't say you don't plan to?" Dumbledore blinked and smiled teasingly: "If it weren't for Sirius's final obstruction, maybe you would have handled it, and what would I have to do!"

"Okay then! Wait for me for a minute!" Ino shrugged, then picked up the pendant on the table with his wand, and his figure disappeared from the spot.

In and out, it took less than ten seconds.

When he appeared again, Ino threw the pendant in his hand to Dumbledore.

"It's done! But I want to give it to Professor Snape... After all, it's a relic of Slytherin, so I'll give it to the dean of Slytherin."

After hesitating for a moment, Ino also expressed his thoughts. Dumbledore couldn't take the pendant away now.

At least the Christmas holiday had to be over, so he could study it carefully.

"I just said that you can handle this." Dumbledore glanced at the pendant that seemed to be purified, and the smile on his face couldn't be hidden.

Hearing this, Ino was silent for a moment.

"Do you trust me so much? Don't you even ask me how I know this?"

"Why do you ask? Isn't it enough to have a good result?" Leaning on the sofa, Dumbledore asked back calmly.

"Once, a friend of mine told me that whether it was divination or prophecy, their power was too strong, even so strong that it almost surpassed magic..."

Listening to this explanation, Ino couldn't help but become interested. After studying magic for so long, he never really understood the subject of divination.

Dumbledore saw the change in Ino's expression, but since he could bring up this reason, he didn't intend to hide it.

"My friend once said that divination and prophecy are divided into two levels, one is the real divination with talent, and the other is the joke divination without talent..."

Following Dumbledore's explanation, Ino roughly understood the power of divination and prophecy, and at the same time understood why people in the vast history of magic respected the prophet so much.

A very simple example, ordinary people go to divination for the direction of the London stock market tomorrow, but whether he predicts a drop or an increase, it will not affect the trend tomorrow.

The stock market is what it should be, and it will not change because of one person's divination. The so-called input has nothing to do with output.

However, if the divination person is replaced by Buffett, no matter how Buffett judges. Because of his reputation, his input has been brought into the output.

Probably, the moment he opened his mouth to predict, he actually affected the result of the London stock market tomorrow.

This is undoubtedly a powerful force.

And this kind of power only belongs to talented fortune tellers.

As the best among fortune tellers, the prophets in the magic world can use this power independently, which is the fundamental reason why every prophet is highly respected.

But at the same time, everything has a price.

Fortune tellers who cannot use their own talents often end up badly.

The popular explanation is that they speak too much, talk nonsense, and make random fortunes.

The predictions of half-baked fortune tellers seem to be childish, but because of their own talents, they have already affected the results of things.

And the price has been paid the moment the fortune teller opens his mouth.

...

About a quarter of an hour.

Dumbledore finished talking about everything.

Similarly, Ino also understood the old headmaster's painstaking efforts.

Perhaps in the eyes of the other party, whether it was Peter Pettigrew before or the current Horcrux, he knew it by using the power of divination.

Today, Dumbledore can talk about this matter, probably to sound the alarm and tell him that the power of divination cannot be used at will.

"I understand! Thank you, professor!" Ino said solemnly.

Although he didn't use divination at all, Dumbledore's words still benefited him a lot, not to mention that the starting point of this matter was still out of concern.

"It's good that you understand!" Dumbledore nodded gently, "Too many talented fortune tellers have understood too late, so their endings are not perfect."

"What about Professor Trelawney?" Ino thought of the crazy professor in the original story, and it seemed that the ending was also very tragic.

"Sybil? I told her, and I promised she wouldn't need her to do Divination at Hogwarts!"

Speaking of this, Dumbledore seemed to have thought of something, and there was some inexplicable hesitation in his tone.

"I took her to Hogwarts originally to protect her..."

…

Hogsmeade village looks peaceful and peaceful at dusk.

Ino leaned back on the chair calmly. After chatting with Dumbledore in the afternoon, he returned to his cabin.

After all, Regulus's funeral was the next day, and there was no reason for him to stay at the Black Mansion.

Looking at the exquisite pendant on the table, he had no intention of studying it at this moment.

Today's conversation seemed like an invisible hand lifting a dusty curtain.

It seems that no matter what kind of story, you can always see the shadow of fate and divination.

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