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Chapter 732: Presents for the Giants
🕑 Added 2020-02-09 19:55:26 +0000 UTCThe scene Nicolas Flamel had seen worried Evan, and he had been looking worried for the rest of the journey.
He shut himself up in his room, thinking about what Flamel had said, the terrible doomsday.
The ancient gods would break the cages that imprisoned them and return to this world. They would thoroughly ‘cleanse’ the earth. All living beings except their followers would die. Despair and destruction would become the main tone.
Evan applied that prophecy to the information he got. The more he thought about it, the more likely it was to come true.
Due to time, the seals left by the ancient warlocks had become loose, and the tentacles of the evil gods touched the world again, not to mention Voldemort, Raven's Claw, the fallen Centaurs and other creatures with ulterior motives were helping them.
Nicolas Flamel finally warned Evan that Raven's Claw, which had disappeared for hundreds of years, showed signs of reactivation, and he had to be careful.
Evan did not know how to be careful. He knew nothing about this crazy organization except its name.
Flamel wasn’t sure either. His only suggestion was for Evan to be on the alert and be careful of everyone around him.
That sounded like Mad-Eye Moody, and Evan couldn't imagine which student would be a fanatic believer in Raven's Claw.
If he really followed this line of thinking, he would first make himself suspicious and become the new Mad-Eye.
Because of Ravenclaw's Diadem, Flamel seemed to believe that Evan was the last person he’d seen in his dream.
But in fact, like not knowing how to be careful with Raven's Claw, Evan didn’t know what he could do to evil gods. In front of the evil gods, his power was no different from that of an ant.
He didn't dare to imagine that this would be his future. That day was really bad!
Evan sighed and stared at the rapidly receding ground outside the carriage, which had just flown over a city.
It was a very unique experience to travel in the flying carriage. Outside, the huge Abraxans were flapping their wings, pulling the delicate carriage forward rapidly, but there was no shaking in the carriage. They were surrounded by thick clouds.
If it weren't for the heavy topic of doomsday, such a trip would actually be very nice.
But now, Evan was putting the pillow on his head, he just wanted to have a good sleep.
Alas, there was a knock at the door.
"Come in, the door is unlocked!" Evan reached out from under the pillow and saw Sirius open the door.
"Evan, you’ve been keeping yourself in the room since the beginning. You shouldn't lie here all the time. It's not like your style." Sirius walked in and said, "Are you worried about the giants? Or is it the test left by Ravenclaw?"
Not long ago, Evan had told Sirius about all he had seen of the memories of Rowena Ravenclaw.
He was Evan’s greatest help, and had to know the real purpose of his trip.
"No, it’s actually the conversation I had this morning with Nicolas Flamel… he told me of a terrible prophecy!" Evan thought for a moment, and then told him everything about the Raven's Claw, Abraham's prophecy, and doomsday.
There was no need to hide such things and Evan also wanted to hear Sirius’s opinion.
"Prophet Abraham?!" Sirius thought for a while, then frowned and said, "More than 600 years ago in that desert of Egypt, Nicolas Flamel might have really seen the dream left by Abraham, but if you ask for my opinion, I think the prophecy itself is vague and not reliable."
"Not reliable?"
"Yeah!" Sirius nodded and continued. "Evan, you are very talented, that’s a fact. You know about magic more than I do, but you don't know much about Divination. How to say it… the outcome of prophecies itself changes. "
Sirius was right. Although he enrolled in a Divination class, Evan had never seriously studied the course and related knowledge.
In Professor Trelawney's class, he was either reading other magic books or making excuses to skip the class.
Just like last time, he spent more than half an hour with Gabrielle alone at the top of the tower, discussing matters and behaviors that should be regarded after the identity swap, to avoid being discovered.
As for each homework assignment, he and Colin were, like Harry and Ron, making things up.
Anyway, as long as it was a tragic prediction, he could get high marks from Professor Trelawney. That was the ace up his sleeve for Divination class.
Because Evan believed he had no prophetic ancestry and would not make a real prophecy, he did not put much effort into the course and knew little. It was the first time he had heard that the prophecy itself could be changed.
"The so-called prophecy is only a possible future that the forecaster sees!" said Sirius, sitting down by Evan’s bed. "It doesn't necessarily happen. For example, you said Abraham showed Nicolas Flamel two dreams, that is, two completely different futures. They can't exist at the same time."
"You mean, there may be no doomsday trial at all, and those evil gods will not come to this world?"
"Yes, this is the main reason why I said the future will change. Our future may be like that, or it may be more miserable than the so-called doomsday judgment. In short, predicting such things is always mysterious. What we should pay attention to is the present that we can grasp, not the illusory future." Sirius stood up, lifted off the bedding on Evan, and said with a smile, "Well, now you can choose to continue lying here, or get dressed and go down with me to see the presents we’re going to give to the giants. Different choices will lead to different futures. What are you going to do?"
Evan understood what Sirius meant. Instead of worrying about the unknown future here, he should pay more attention to the present.
As long as they worked hard, those horrible evil gods might not have the chance to come to the real world, and, as Evan had done several times before, they might stop their plot.
"What are we going to give to the giants? Food?" Evan asked, getting up from the bed.
"No, they can get food all right for themselves," said Sirius. "We’re going to give them magic. Giants like magic, but they don’t like wizards to use magic against them. Dumbledore has prepared good presents. Hagrid is arranging them there."
Evan got dressed, followed Sirius down from the first floor, and the hall on the ground floor of the carriage was full of parcels.
Hagrid was sorting them and preparing to give them to the Giants in batches.
"Evan, how are you feeling? Are you sick?" Hagrid looked up and asked, "Still that acrophobia… I’m a bit dizzy at the thought of flying thousands of feet high. Olympe said I was just a little nervous, she went to prepare something to drink and put some calming herbs. You’d better have some, too."
