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Harry Potter and the Silent Guardian : Ch. 132
🕑 Added 2024-05-19 17:40:31 +0000 UTCChapter 132: "Troll Aftermath Part - 2"
Before Charles could respond to Reggy's criticism, Professor McGonagall intervened sharply.
"Miss Granger, five points will be deducted from Gryffindor for this," Professor McGonagall declared sternly. "I'm very disappointed in you. If you're not injured, you should head back to Gryffindor Tower immediately. The feast is still going on, and students are gathering in their houses."
Hermione, looking visibly upset by the reprimand, quietly left the scene to head back to her house.
Professor McGonagall then turned her attention to Charles and Ron. "Both of you need to go to the hospital wing now. You require medical attention," she instructed. "The decision to confront the troll alone was reckless and warrants punishment, but your intention to save a friend mitigates the situation somewhat. Therefore, no points will be awarded for this incident. Professor Dumbledore will be informed of everything that has transpired. Now, off you go."
After addressing Charles and Ron, Professor McGonagall looked over the group of students gathered around. Her voice was both stern and filled with a hint of pride as she spoke. "You all showed remarkable bravery today, but I must urge you to leave such dangerous situations to the trained staff in the future. Now, please go and join the rest of the students at the feast in your common rooms."
Feeling a mix of relief and exhaustion, Harry and his friends nodded in understanding. The day's events had brought them closer together, creating bonds forged through shared danger that typical school days could never replicate. With a quick pace, they hurried away from the professors, eager to avoid any chance of the faculty changing their minds about the points that had been awarded.
Once they were a safe distance away from the professors and out of earshot, Cedric turned to Harry with a curious expression. "Harry, I've been meaning to ask, how did you know we were in danger and decide to come help us?"
Harry, careful not to disclose the secret of the Marauder's Map, casually responded, "Oh, I just had a feeling something bad was about to unfold."
Elvinia, playfully teasing Harry, chimed in, "This feeling again? Are you sure you don't secretly have the talent of a seer, Harry?"
Harry, joining in the light-hearted banter, joked back, "Maybe I do. Didn't you know? I'm considered Professor Trelawney's star pupil."
Reggy burst out laughing, "Really? When did this happen? And how come the rest of the school isn't buzzing about it?"
Harry played along, "It happened during Divination class. Really, doesn't everyone know the story? Angelina, Alicia, you were there. Why haven't you told anyone?"
Alicia laughed softly, "Was there really something to tell? Wasn't it just the two of you predicting doom and gloom for each other? We all thought it was just Professor Trelawney taking a special liking to you, Harry, like it is said she does with any student who shows a bit of interest. We didn't think it was anything out of the ordinary."
Harry, with a mischievous grin, teased them, "So, no one knows how I became her favorite? Well, that's your loss."
Roger, now caught up in the intrigue, urged him, "This sounds interesting. Tell us what happened."
Harry began explaining how it all started in the Divination class. "On the first day, Professor Trelawney was reading tea leaves to predict our futures. She went from one student's cup to another, making predictions. When she came to my cup, her expression changed dramatically. She looked really scared and told me that I had a dark omen."
Elvinia, curious about the prediction, asked, "Dark omen? Did she predict your death like she does every year for a student?"
Harry nodded, confirming her suspicion. "Oh yes, she said a double-faced monster would kill me this year."
Harry found the prediction surprising since the double-faced monster could be referring to Quirrelmort, but he wasn't particularly worried. Most of the predictions about Harry in the books were similar and quite dramatic, yet he had always managed to survive. Besides, he didn't see Quirrelmort as a serious threat to his life.
Cedric couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the prediction. "That's too funny. A double-faced monster. How did you retaliate for that, Harry?"
Harry smirked, "What do you mean by retaliate? I don't hold grudges or do things like that."
However, Roger nudged Harry playfully, not quite buying his innocent act. "Come on, Harry. Cut the act. We've known you for two years. We know you'd have a comeback."
Harry admitted with a grin, "Alright, you caught me. During the next class, when she asked us to predict her future, I took the chance to turn the tables. I mimicked her and declared I saw a bad omen about her. When she pressed for details, I told her she'd be hit by a stray arrow and lose something dear to her."
Reggy burst into laughter. "A stray arrow? In this day and age, where would she even come across a stray arrow? You should have come up with something more believable, Harry."
Harry explained his thought process. "Aren't you forgetting something? The centaurs in the Forbidden Forest use bows and arrows."
Harry's prediction was actually a twist on the idea that the centaurs might take over her job in the future, but Trelawney took his words literally and thought it meant the centaurs were out to kill her.
Arabella gasped, intrigued by the story. "Oh… What happened next?"
Harry continued, "She got all worked up and exclaimed, 'I knew it! I knew those horse creatures were after me. Now a second person has seen the same thing.' She was so convinced that she rushed off to complain to Professor Dumbledore about the centaurs."
Arabella, eager to hear more, urged him, "Don't keep us waiting. What happened after that?"
Harry chuckled, "Well, Professor Dumbledore didn't really do anything about her complaint, but it affected her behavior. She stopped going near the Hogwarts grounds, afraid an arrow might actually hit her. In class, though, she started treating me like her star student and had me make more predictions."
Cedric, amused, asked, "So what else did you predict?"
Harry replied, "I started making up riddles about things that will happen in the future. She loved them. But eventually, I got bored and began skipping her classes. Surprisingly, she didn't mind at all. She told me that seeing the future too often was a burden and that I needed to rest. She let me off without any fuss whenever I missed a class."
Roger laughed appreciatively. "Good for you, Harry. I should have taken Divination too. It sounds like you turned it into quite the entertaining class."
Elvinia, reflecting on the conversation, nodded thoughtfully. "You might really have some special abilities, Harry. You should trust your instincts more. They can save lives, as they did today."
Cedric added his thanks, "Yes, Harry. Thanks again for today. You really saved us."
Harry modestly waved off their praise, and then the group dispersed, heading towards their respective dormitories, eager to relax after the day's harrowing events and enjoy a well-deserved night's rest.
