The next day, Felix appeared in the Sword Castle. He occupied a large laboratory by himself, standing on a temporary platform, staring at a ten-foot-tall magic puppet. This tall magic puppet will serve as the guard of the Sword Castle. When there is an unexpected danger, it can take the initiative to protect everyone.

The design concept is similar to the puppets Felix used to teach at Hogwarts, but it is definitely more complicated and the protection measures are more complete. And Felix also tried to give them some intelligence. He did something similar a long time ago, and he still has a set of magic puppet version of the opera troupe in his ring.

But if they are given the responsibility of guarding, they must give more precise instructions. In case of negligence, this thing will fail on the battlefield. It will be bad. Worse, it may suddenly be unable to distinguish between friend and foe... These problems need to be considered in advance.

Near noon, Clemmy hurried in, very surprised: "D, Principal Dumbledore is here!"

Felix raised his head in surprise.

...

Outside the Sword Castle.

"Felix, I hope you can come with me to the Ministry of Magic," Dumbledore said solemnly, "to the Department of Mysteries."

When the two reappeared, they had arrived at the guest entrance of the Ministry of Magic. With a creaking sound, the red telephone booth slowly descended, and Felix asked the doubts in his heart, "What is going on?"

"Amelia found two prophecies, and I almost guessed what one of them is, and I want you to know." Dumbledore said briefly.

Department of Mysteries, Prophecy Hall.

It is as high as the school hall, but it does not seem empty, because the room is filled with rows of towering shelves, which are filled with gray prophecy balls. It looks like a very alternative library. Except for Felix, Dumbledore and Ms. Bones, everyone else was temporarily driven out. Sirius was reluctant to stand guard at the door with two Aurors.

"About fifteen years ago, you should have heard a prophecy?" Ms. Bones asked.

Dumbledore hesitated, nodded slightly, and said, "Yes."

"Is it this one?" Ms. Bones pointed to a dusty shelf and asked. Dumbledore leaned over and stared at a small glass ball on the shelf. It was very dirty and seemed that no one had cleaned it for many years. It was glowing faintly like a firefly. Felix

glanced at the other side. There was a prophecy that was closely related to him. He had made many guesses, but he still couldn't figure out the whole picture. Mainly because the key information was too vague, it seemed to be true but not true, and there were many possibilities.

He studied it for a while and then put the prophecy behind his mind.

Felix focused his attention on Dumbledore. He was reading the yellowed label under the glass ball. On it was a date of about fifteen years ago marked in exquisite fonts, followed by a string of abbreviations:

SPTtoA.PWBD.

Next to the letters was a scribbled note in handwriting: The Dark Lord and (?) Harry Potter.

"That should be it." Dumbledore sighed, he straightened up, and asked politely, "May I?"

Ms. Bones made a gesture of invitation, "All protective magics have been revoked."

Dumbledore reached for the prophecy ball swiftly, paused when touching it, and then held it. He closed his eyes slightly, and the whole person was motionless. After a moment, he put the prophecy ball back gently as if waking up from a dream.

He murmured softly:

"I heard this prophecy with my own ears - about fifteen years ago on a cold and wet night, in the Hog's Head Inn in Hogsmeade, I went there to meet an applicant who wanted to be a professor of Divination. I originally didn't plan to continue this course, but the applicant was the great-great-granddaughter of a very famous prophet. Out of courtesy, I decided to meet her..."

That person must be Trelawney, Felix thought to himself.

"So the prophecy came from that interview, at your request?" Ms. Bones asked.

"Yes and no." Dumbledore said softly, as if he had returned to that night fifteen years ago. "I tried to talk to her and hoped that she could show her talent, but I was disappointed. In my opinion, she did not inherit the divination talent of her ancestors at all, so I told her that she was not suitable for this position, and then turned and left."

Ms. Bones and Felix did not speak. They knew that the turning point was coming.

"... Then she made a prophecy, a real prophecy." Dumbledore murmured. He took out the wand from his robe and waved it vigorously in front of the two people. A silver smoke sprayed out from the tip of the wand, and then a harsh, hoarse voice appeared, with uncontrollable madness, as if he had some kind of disease.

"The one who has the ability to defeat the Dark Lord is approaching... Born in a family that has resisted him three times, born at the end of July... The Dark Lord marked him as his rival, but he has a power that the Dark Lord does not understand... One must die at the hands of the other, because the two cannot live together, only one survives..."

The voice stopped. The silver smoke condensed in the air fell like snowflakes and disappeared before touching the ground. The three people watched this scene silently.

"Although I read the information when I came here, but--" Ms. Bones could hardly hide her inner shock.

Dumbledore lowered his head slightly, looking at them through his half-moon glasses.

"To be honest, I have doubts in my heart. The prophecy is not as magical as imagined, and it does not always come true. Otherwise, there would be no need for the Ministry of Magic to send special personnel to track and observe the progress of the prophecy. But no matter what, the applicant has made a prophecy after all, and it is a very dangerous prophecy. It is irresponsible to let her stay there any longer."

"Indeed, I have asked the Unspeakable before, and it would be good if even half of the prophecies here can be realized." Bones provided evidence.

"So you accepted her and protected her?" Felix asked.

"I didn't have many choices." Dumbledore nodded slightly, "Especially since the prophecy was heard by a third person, although not all of it. There was no other way. Sybil was living in poverty at the time and could only live in the cheap but mixed Hog's Head Inn, and I didn't expect to gain anything valuable in that interview, and that's how it happened. The person who eavesdropped - in my opinion at the time, it was very likely a Death Eater, so I couldn't take the risk of letting Sybil wander around the wizarding world alone."

Felix then knew how Sybil Trelawney came to teach in the school.

It wasn't all Dumbledore's fault... He was afraid that she would be captured by Voldemort...

"Didn't the eavesdropper hear the entire prophecy?" Ms. Bones asked sharply.

"He only heard the first three sentences." Dumbledore said.

The three people fell silent, each thinking about their own thoughts.

Someone who has the ability to defeat the Dark Lord is approaching... Born in a family that has resisted him three times, born at the end of July...

So it's Harry Potter. Felix thought, but Neville can barely be counted, after all, their birthdays are only one day apart, both at the end of July. But maybe Voldemort has obsessive-compulsive disorder? So he finally chose Harry, whose birthday is later? Or is it that the prophecy behind it is working, "The Dark Lord marks him as his strongest enemy", Voldemort did not choose Neville, who is pure-blood, but Harry, who is half-blood like him.

"Perhaps I made a mistake," Dumbledore said suddenly, "My behavior - agreeing to let Sybil teach at Hogwarts - may have contributed to the prophecy. Think about it, a loyal servant told Voldemort the prophecy he heard, hoping that his master could escape his destiny, but he only heard the first few sentences, so Voldemort didn't know that he was actually taking a considerable risk by doing so, and - to be frank, Voldemort was very afraid of me, and he may have confirmed the credibility of the prophecy from my actions."

But the fact is that no one can accurately predict what will happen the next day, let alone a much longer future than that; just like you can't expect a perfect saint to exist in reality, neither of these can happen.

"There is a second prophecy." After a moment, Ms. Bones said.

She led the two to a shelf again. Felix was getting more and more familiar with it, and his expression was a little strange. As the distance got closer, Dumbledore showed a look of astonishment. He walked past the shelves quickly, stopped before Ms. Bones, and stared at a brand new label. It was clearly written on it:

SPTtoH.JP (to be verified)

Dumbledore carefully observed the date on the label, and after a little thought, he came to an obvious conclusion: the prophecy took place during the final exams of the previous school year, and the abbreviations of the two fortune-tellers who made the prophecy did not change at all, still Trelawney. And the other one was very familiar to him -

"Harry James Potter," said Ms. Bones, "Is this the child's full name? I asked Sirius to confirm it."

"I think this prophecy should mention me." Dumbledore said, with a bright light flashing in his blue eyes.

"Maybe it also mentioned me." Felix said slowly, and he added, "I feel very familiar."

"Although this prophecy is not as important as the first one, and it is not protected by many spells, in fact - I looked through Bode's notes," Ms. Bones took a deep breath, her eyes wide open, "it may be the most special one in the entire prophecy hall."

"Why do you say that?" Felix asked with interest.

"Because not only you two can feel its difference, I feel it too. This is not a coincidence, anyone who tries to get close to it will feel a warm sense of intimacy from it. This shows..." "

The prophecy covers a wide range of people." Felix realized.

"Yes," Ms. Bones agreed, "I guess it may be related to the first two sentences. You'd better take a look first."

After a while, Dumbledore calmly handed the prophecy ball to Felix, and then fell into deep thought.

Although Felix had known the prophecy for a long time, he still listened to it again. "A thousand years of unprecedented changes, a legendary drama is staged. The clown returns to the stage with drums, the warriors are ready to go, the lion grows old, the firebird is reborn - time! Time!" "

A thousand years of changes, a legendary drama..." Dumbledore whispered, "So, we are all people on the stage, and this prophecy announces an entire era."