Vol 2 Chapter 1195:

"What you mean is, there are other people in the responsive room." Harry was a little surprised. It stands to reason that this time period is not a rest time at all, and Fanlin has just met...
So, at this time, those who can wander around Hogwarts Castle... Harry could only think of Malfoy for the first time.
It must be admitted that this is also related to Harry's collision in the Slytherin Chamber. It is difficult to understand why he has been unable to open the Chamber, but Malfoy can.
In other words, Malfoy is in the House of Request?
You know, there is a way to divide a separate space in the Requirement House. For example, Fanlin divides it into a separate space.
Harry stared at Trauni: "Is it a man or a woman?"
"My risky guess is a man." Professor Trauni replied playfully, and the smell of sherry was tangy.
"Does that sound really sound happy?" Harry wondered.
Trauni took a strong breath: "Very happy."
"Is... what are you celebrating?"
"I'm sure." Traunie sniffed.
Harry roughly imagined the scene, the same.
"and then?"
"Then I asked ‘Who is there?"
"Do you have no other way to recognize people other than making a sound?" Harry was disappointed.
"Sky Eye..." Trauni said proudly, adjusting her shawl and a string of sparkling beads, "Through the ‘hehe’ sound of the secular world... see the essence."
"Oh... you're right!" Harry hurriedly interrupted Professor Trauni. In the past few years, Harry heard too many Trauni’s tunes about the "eye of the sky", even now, Harry had grudgingly agreed with Traoni's talent for prediction. After all, his predictions were extremely accurate, and Voldemort believed in it.
However, it was still difficult for Harry to accept Trauni in his usual state.
A qualified magic stick, or, an out-and-out old liar.
"Then did he answer you who he is?"
"No," she replied, "everything around me suddenly turned black. What happened next was-I was thrown out with my head facing forward and my feet backward."
"Don't you have any preparations?" Harry asked hopelessly.
"No. I told you there was pitch darkness around you." Trauni looked at the sleepy Harry angrily.
"I think you'd better inform Principal Dumbledore," Harry said. "He will be interested in what is happening here. I mean someone will throw you out of the room of responsiveness."
Unexpectedly, Trauni interrupted him very arrogantly.
"The principal has made it clear that he doesn't want to see me often," Traoney said coldly, changing her usual routine. "I am not a worthless person who comes and goes, but Dumbledore himself ignored Tarot. The warning foreshadowed by the card!" Her skinny hands suddenly grabbed Harry's wrist.
"Time and time again, no matter how I predicted..." Then she dramatically drew a card from under her shawl, "Lightning flashed across the castle... Disaster fell from the sky!"
"That's right!" Harry echoed, "But I still think you should talk to Principal Dumbledore about the situation. Look, the surroundings are darkened, and you and your bottles and cans were thrown out... "
"Do you think so?" Traoney thought for a while and seemed to be struggling to see Dumbledore, but it seemed to Harry that she was actually rehearsing her encounter speech.
After all, being a professor at Hogwarts, and then being thrown out of the house, there is no doubt that the professors are in class, and now the idlers at Hogwarts except Dumbledore... well... this is not suitable... …
Except for Mr. Filch, only Professor Trauni was left.
Everyone likes Firenze’s class. Even the centaur is utterly uttered. In fact, they often discuss privately, if the prophecy class is really useful, why has it been a long time since Hogwarts has never Have you ever walked out of any prophet, and look at the Holy See's seminary...
This is terrible. Blind faith is a group of crazy people with fanaticism.
"Oh, come on... I happen to be meeting Dumbledore," Harry said helplessly, and couldn't sit and watch Professor Trauni being bullied by students, especially now that Professor Trauni is in a state of wandering away. ,"Let's go together."
"Oh, if that's the case... okay." Professor Trauni responded with a smile. She leaned over to pick up the Sherry bottles, and threw them into a large blue and white vase on the side.
"Speaking of why I didn't see you in my class?" Trauni said enthusiastically, "You won't be a prophet, but you are a good prophet, and your friend, the one named Fanlin My child, all the things that entangle you two..."
"Unknown!" Harry replied somewhat disgustedly.
In fact, he hated himself as the object that Trauni kept predicting to die.
"I'm very worried," Traunie was not over yet. "That horse, oh, sorry, that centaur didn't know how to use cards to tell. I asked him...Of course...the discussion between the prophets...there is He didn't foresee the imminent disaster, but he thought I was funny, yes, slippery...ji!"
She yelled hysterically, and Harry felt the sherry squirt out of the abandoned bottle.
"Maybe that horse heard the rumor that I didn't inherit a magical talent from my great grandmother. I have never stopped jealousy and jealousy over the years. You know who I mean, Harry. Principal Dumbledore put me in this great place. The school taught me so much trust, isn’t it because I have proven it to him?"
Harry responded vaguely. This is probably the most proud thing Trauni has ever done and the least thing Harry wants to face.
Yin-handed Voldemort?
This is not something anyone can do.
"I still clearly remember the first meeting I had with him," Trauni continued with her characteristic hoarse voice, "He was deeply impressed, yes, I was deeply shocked... I stayed at the Pig’s Head Bar that day. By the way, I was a little bit tight, dear boy. Dumbledore informed me very politely to meet in the hotel room. He asked me some questions, I have to admit, at first, I thought He seems to be ill, and he has a certain prejudice to the prediction... I feel a little surprised. I didn't eat much that day, but then..."
Harry began to pay attention to her now, because he knew what happened next: Traoni's prediction changed his life...about him and Voldemort!
"What's next?" Harry responded keenly, and Trauni needed an audience that could cater to him, at least that's what Katie and the others did.
"But then, our conversation was roughly interrupted by Snape."
"What!" Harry said in shock.
"Yes. There was confusion outside at first, and then the door flew open. The vulgar bartender and Snape were standing in front of me, talking nonsense about walking the wrong stairs. I was worried he was eavesdropping on our conversation. Did you know? Snape was also looking for a job at the time, and...no doubt he was collecting news! In short, Dumbledore seemed to want to work with me, he was obsessed with my humility, calmness, talent, and took it Call it self-motivated. It's in sharp contrast to the little boy who only knows to peep through the eyes of the key. Harry, dear?"
Trauni turned her head to find that Harry had stopped ten feet away, and couldn't help calling out: "Harry?"
Perhaps Harry's face was too pale, and Professor Trauni was concerned and scared. Harry stood silently like this, his heart surging! Time stood still.
The huge waves hit the rock in the chest again and again, roaring and rolling.
It's Snape! It was Snape who overheard the prophecy! It was Snape who told Voldemort! It was Snape and Peter Pettigrew who persuaded Voldemort to kill Lily and James!
Of course, nothing matters anymore now, but...
All of a sudden, Harry's chest was about to explode, and he clearly outlined the whole process!
"Harry?" Traoney's voice seemed to be heard gradually from a distance, "Harry, I think we should go to see the principal together."
"You stay here." The voice floated from Harry's numb lips, somewhat hoarse, which made Trauni feel very uncomfortable.
"But, my dear, I want to tell Dumbledore about the attack just now."
"I said! You stay here for me!" Harry snarled angrily. He couldn't control his emotions at all now.
Harry ran past the frightened Professor Trelawney and disappeared into the corridor where Dumbledore’s dripping monster was standing guard. He called the monster to give an exit order, crossed the spiral staircase three levels three levels, and beat the principal crazily. The door of the office.
When Dumbledore's calm answer sounded, Harry had already rushed in.
It became very cold here, and Harry's cheek hurt as soon as the door was opened.
Faintly, there seemed to be a flash of blue brilliance, but Harry didn't care, just looked at Dumbledore angrily!
Dumbledore was standing in front of the window, looking at the playground, with a long black cloak on his wrist. It looked like he was a little cold and was about to put on it.
"Oh, you are here, I am still thinking, when will you be here."
Hearing this, Harry hesitated. It was not Dumbledore’s fault, or that Dumbledore deliberately...
"Yes, Professor..." Harry responded bluntly, and sat down on the chair opposite Dumbledore's desk.
For a moment, the two people fell silent, very sensitive, whether it was Dumbledore or Harry, they felt something was wrong.
With anger at Snape, Harry's desire to fight hard in just a few minutes grew stronger, and this emotion was clearly written on his face.
Dumbledore turned from the window and looked at Harry closely. After the silver-rimmed glasses, there was a subtle worry.
Finally Dumbledore spoke first.
"What happened to you?"
"Nothing." Harry lied quickly.
"What is upsetting you?" Dumbledore asked calmly.
"I'm not upset!"
"Harry, you are not a good Occultist..."
These words ignited the anger in Harry's heart like a spark. For a moment, a huge volume surged from Harry's chest and broke through his throat...
"Snape!" Harry said loudly, "It's Snape! He told Voldemort the content of the prophecy, it was him! He was eavesdropping outside the door, and Trauni told me!"
Dumbledore's expression did not change, but Harry felt his face paler in the light of the blood-red sunset.
It was a long time before Dumbledore spoke.
"When did you find out?" he finally said.
"Just now!" Harry resisted yelling, and then, suddenly, he couldn't help it anymore, "You let him teach here, and he let Voldemort kill my parents!"
"Harry," Dumbledore said quietly, "please listen to me, Professor Snape committed a terrible..."
"Don't tell me that it was a mistake, sir, not all mistakes are forgivable, he eavesdropped!" Harry responded loudly, seeming to want to wash away Dumbledore's sophistry.
"Let me finish, Harry... Professor Snape made a terrible mistake. The night he eavesdropped on the prophecy, be aware that at the time, he was still under Voldemort. Of course, he would be anxious to It told his master. But he didn't know... he couldn't know... which boy was mentioned in the prophecy, and didn't know his parents would sacrifice, or your parents would sacrifice."
Harry laughed sadly. "He hates my father just like Sirius! Didn't you find out, Professor, how the people Snape hated died, and what kind of pain did the living suffer?"
"You don't know how much he regrets after Voldemort acted according to the prophecy, Harry, I believe that was the greatest confession of his life. He returned..."
"He's a terrible liar, isn't he?" Harry's voice was trembling to calm himself~EbookFREE.me~Does Voldemort also believe that he is on his side? How can you be sure that he is on our side? What if it's just like before? He betrayed us, just like betrayed his master! Up to now, Snape still calls him the Dark Lord, which is only called Death Eater...Yes, he is a Death Eater, just like Igor Karkaroff! They are all……"
Harry seemed to have exhausted his strength, he had no motivation to continue speaking, this is a relatively terrible fact, no matter what!
Dumbledore didn't speak for a while. He looked like he was trying to make some determination, and finally he said: "I'm sure, Harry...I totally believe in Severus Snape."
Harry took a deep breath to calm himself. But this does not work.
"But, I don't believe him!" he yelled, as loudly as before. "He is plotting something with Draco Malfoy right now under your nose, but you still..."
"We've talked about this, Harry," Deng Buduo said, now his voice became harsher.
"I have clearly told you my point of view."
"You are leaving school tonight, so I bet you can't think that Snape and Malfoy might decide to..."
"What are you going to do?" Dumbledore asked, raising his eyebrows. "To be precise, what do you suspect they are doing?"
"I... they must be doing something!"
Harry clenched his fists as he spoke, and now he was almost certain that everything Fanlin said was valid.
Malfoy conspired to destroy or even kill Dumbledore in the school, and not only in Myrtle’s toilet, but even under their noses, in the responsive house.
Harry's intuition completely locked Malfoy, the culprit who attacked Professor Trauni?