Chapter 190: visit

"The Hogwarts of Other Worlds (
The residents of Darlington are still accustomed to calling the old house on the hill west of the town "Trilawney House".
Although it looks rather dilapidated now, the cracks on the walls are sealed by wooden strips, the tiles on the roof are incomplete, and the creeper crawls all over the house with its teeth and claws...
It is hard to believe that in some records, it was once the most magnificent house in Darlington!
In the old house, there is still an old woman surnamed Trelawney...
She is so old and old that most young people in the town have no impression of her-Mrs. Cassandra Trelawney, who now lives alone in the "Trelawney House" .
She has a withdrawn temperament and hardly communicates with the outside world; because of the ravages of the years, her appearance has also become a bit hideous, and the children will be scared to cry when they see her...
No one in the town knows about Mrs. Trelawney... Does she have children, and where are they? How did she live alone in that old house at such an old age and all these years?
Everyone assumes that there is no such resident in Darlington.
Even if there is an event in the town, if someone proposes whether to invite Mrs. Trelawney over, they will soon forget about it...
...
And now, an outsider has broken into Darlington, and he seems to be heading to the hill where "Trilawney House" is located.
Is a gentle old man.
Unlike most of the old men who do not trim the space, although this old man looks very old, he is very neatly dressed and dressed...He is wearing a black suit, his head is not bald, but neat. Silver-white short hair, and a handsome Hu...
In short, this is a very "junky" old man.
On the lawn by the side of the road, a group of boys howled loudly and were playing football.
I don’t know who flew and kicked the football towards the old man’s side; it just so happened that it hit the old man’s back...
"Sorry! Sir, are you okay?" A boy ran over, panting.
He saw that the old man had picked up the ball from the ground and turned around...Looking at the old man's gaze, the boy's body suddenly trembled; he suddenly felt scared and a little speechless.
"Sir...can...return the...ball to me..." he stammered.
"Of course!" The haze of the old man only lasted for a few seconds before disappearing, and was replaced by the previous gentleness.
He kindly returned the football to the boy and touched his head kindly.
"Thanks...Thank you..." The boy looked a little relieved, he picked up the ball in a hurry, turned around and ran...
And the old man began to continue to his destination
Trelawney House!
...
The exterior of the old house does look quite horrible.
Its internal environment is also much weirder than outsiders imagine, although it is a little messy.
Simple but old furniture, neatly placed in every corner of the house...
A small round table is placed in the very center of the room, with a few calico armchairs around the table; while on the table, there are scattered quill pens, candlesticks, playing cards and other strange things.
The curtains were pulled tight, and the lights were covered with crimson scarves, which dimmed the lights in the room, which is why the Muggles outside couldn't see the lights in the room.
The room was so hot that it was breathless. It is midsummer, and even if it is dusk, the temperature is high enough... But there is still a raging fire in the fireplace, it seems that a pot of tea is burning...
A scrawny old lady was sitting in the darkest corner of the room, looking at the crystal ball glowing in front of her
"I see you will come to me, Gellert!" Her old voice said faintly.
The identity of the visitor is naturally the principal of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Mr. Gellert Grindelwald... Considering the current situation, he added a "actual ruler of the European magic world" before his title. "It's not too much.
Mr. Grindelwald's status in the entire wizarding world is extremely lofty...
But what is quite intriguing is that this scrawny old lady can actually call Grindelwald by name...this is quite rare.
Among the surviving wizards and wizards in the world, very few possess this qualification.
...
But considering the age and status of Ms. Cassandra Trelawney, this is not surprising.
She can be said to be a true prophet, a witch who truly masters the eyes of the mist...
She is an extremely famous prophet in the wizarding world!
Her age is also very big, too big that she can't even remember herself, maybe one hundred and fifty years old; her great-great-granddaughter (granddaughter's granddaughter) Sybil Trelawney is now Working in the Department of Mystery Affairs of the Ministry of Magic, she is already over forty years old... Even for a wizard, her life is almost at an end.
Few people know that the true prophet is still alive... Ms. Cassandra Trelawney has been hermit in Darlington for many, many years, so that the entire wizarding world almost forgets her.
Of course, Gellert Grindelwald will certainly not forget her.
At the end of the last century, when he was still young, he was expelled from Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and he was also affected by some bad things; he was forced to flee to the home of his aunt Bathilda Bagshot in Godric Valley in England.
At that time when he was facing the trough in his life...
He first met Albus Dumbledore, his aunt's neighbor, and the two became best friends.
At the same time, he also met Mrs. Cassandra Trelawney, a friend of his aunt, who became a mentor who influenced his life.
At that time, Cassandra was already a very famous fortune-teller in the UK... But when she saw Gellert Grindelwald, she was very surprised. In her words, she had never seen this in a child. Terrible talent for prophecy...
Cassandra taught Grindelwald for about three months, and Grindelwald's horrible learning ability and hard work made her stunned.
Then she had to admit that she couldn't teach Grindelwald more...
Of course, Grindelwald did not agree with this... For many years, he often communicated with the most important mentor in his life and exchanged some thoughts about the future.
Even in his chocolate frog paintings, Grindelwald asked people to write in his achievements:
"Working with Cassandra Trelawney is very effective in prophecy,"
...
"Then you naturally know the purpose of my trip, my respected Cassandra tutor!" Grindelwald used a respectful name, and his tone was very gentle.
"I can't give you a definite answer, Gellert, I'm very old and very old..." Cassandra Trelawney replied, "Too old to wait for death in this decadent house. The advent of...It has been almost 70 years, and I have never left this house..."
"My aunt, your old friend, Mrs. Bagshot, is now at Hogwarts; she is as old as you... Honestly, I did not compliment you, you have not reached the stage where the so-called'burn out of oil' ~EbookFREE.me~Tutor Cassandra..." Grindelwald retorted.
"Bahida is a person who is addicted to the past, she will naturally feel happy with you!" Cassandra said tiredly, "but I am different. In my eyes, I can only see the future..."
"The future is something more interesting than the past, because it is full of unknowns." Grindelwald said with a serious face.
Cassandra Trelawney was stunned, as if thinking about something.
"Nowadays, the times have changed..." Grindelwald suddenly said again, with a confident smile on his mouth.
"Yeah, the times have changed..." Cassandra said with emotion, "Even in this remote Muggle town, it is enough to feel the changes of the times...Gellert, in you, it does prove something thing……"
She stood up, shaking the dust off her body.
"Then you agree to my invitation?" Grindelwald asked tentatively.
"Of course..." Cassandra said tiredly, "You call me your mentor, Gellert... How can a mentor refuse such earnest requests from students..."
"Then I'll be waiting for you at Hogwarts, Teacher Cassandra..." Grindelwald bent slightly and bowed to the opponent.
Just when he was about to turn around and leave--
"Wait a minute!" Cassandra Trelawney suddenly said again:
"I will send you one last word, Gellert."
"Listen thoroughly!" Grindelwald nodded with a serious face.
Cassandra Trelawney sat upright in the armchair, her eyes lost and her mouth opened slightly.
Her voice became different from before, very harsh:
"When you think you have choked the throat of destiny, but unexpectedly destiny is actually manipulating you..."