Hogwarts : Max Level Unforgivable Curse

Professor McGonagall's voice trailed off. 

The students present couldn't help but turn their gaze towards Harry. 

However, no one spoke up in response. 

Seeing this, Hermione, who was sitting in the first row on the upper left, raised her hand to Professor McGonagall. 

"I think everyone might have been affected by the Divination class just now – when we were reading the tea leaves, that professor cursed Harry." 

"Cursed?!" Professor McGonagall's eyebrow shot up. 

Dylan shook his head. "No, Professor, it was a premonition from Professor Trelawney." 

Professor McGonagall knitted her brows. "She's made another new prophecy?" 

Hermione immediately chimed in, "Yes! And I think her prophecy is complete nonsense!" 

Professor McGonagall's expression softened. "Did she say... that Harry might be about to die?" 

Hermione paused, then nodded. "Professor, how did you know? She said Harry would soon encounter the omen of death!" 

Harry's expression remained quite normal – he had already heard a different take from Dylan. 

"Alright, I don't think you need to put too much thought or energy into this matter." 

Professor McGonagall began. "Especially you, Potter, don't be frightened. Ever since that professor in Divination came to the school, I've heard some prophecy from her almost every year." 

"Death – ill omens – doom... It's always the same, and yet I've never seen a single student die in any year group." 

"But she always insists on greeting every new face she meets with these completely impractical, dark omens – this year it's your turn." 

Professor McGonagall paused, a hint of weariness showing through her stern expression. 

"I really dislike speaking ill of a colleague behind their back—" 

At this point, seeing the other students looking at her, Professor McGonagall opened her mouth, but then swallowed whatever she was about to say. Criticizing a colleague's peculiar habits to students wasn't something an elegant lady should do. So, Professor McGonagall simply took a small breath and her expression became calm again. 

"In any case, I don't believe that Divination deserves a place in the vast sea of magical subjects – at least, that's how it is for me. I have no patience for it, nor do I wish to perform some sort of song and dance with a deck of cards and a crystal ball." 

"As for your Divination professor – don't waste too much of your energy trying to decipher what she says – frankly, there's nothing to decipher." 

"Remember one thing, children – true Seers don't make too many predictions; they only make the most crucial ones – and sometimes they even keep the most crucial ones hidden." 

When Professor McGonagall started talking about Divination, even her tone towards the students became more patient. Clearly, she really couldn't stand Professor Trelawney. You could infer the other professors' opinions of Professor Trelawney from her behaviour – if even the most outwardly tolerant Professor McGonagall felt this way, let alone the others. 

"Regarding Divination, you only need to remember one thing – this was told to me by someone who truly possesses the gift of prophecy." 

As she spoke, Professor McGonagall's gaze fell upon Dylan. 

"If you see a good omen, accept it with joy. If you see a bad omen, treat it as inaccurate, and don't let worry fill your heart." 

Dylan fluttered his eyelashes and chuckled. Had he really put it so... poetically? He didn't remember saying it quite like that. 

"You look quite relaxed, Potter, it seems someone has already given you some pointers – but I must say again, your body looks perfectly healthy to me." 

"Therefore, I won't exempt you from homework because of a Divination prediction – only if you truly encounter that non-existent ill omen will I consider excusing your assignments then." 

Harry blinked, looking slightly stunned. Why did that sound so familiar? Harry also looked over at Dylan. 

Suddenly, he couldn't help but grin slightly, feeling a wave of relief. Maybe Professor Trelawney's prediction about him wasn't actually accurate. After all, Dylan had already said he'd be alright. Wasn't Dylan the true Seer with a genuine gift? As for the black dog he'd seen before... maybe it was just a coincidence. How could a dog bring him disaster? 

After Transfiguration class ended, Dylan and Hermione didn't leave. Instead, they went back to before the lesson had begun. 

The two of them went to another classroom to continue their studies. Using the Time-Turner to travel through time, Dylan sensed the changes in the surrounding space – it was a truly magical feeling. He could even see the scenery around them rewinding. Time was truly turning back rapidly until it brought them back to before their second class started. 

"Dylan, let's hurry, let's go to class," Hermione said, looking at Dylan. 

Dylan didn't explore the power and principles of the Time-Turner just yet – there would be plenty of time for that later. He nodded and followed Hermione as they rushed to their new classroom for the next subject: Arithmancy. 

Once they arrived at the classroom, Professor Vector didn't lecture for long before having the students start writing things down – her teaching attitude and methods seemed even stricter than Professor McGonagall's. She hadn't said much before making the students do calculations. 

At this time, Hermione was sitting next to Dylan. Since she didn't know anyone else in this elective class, it was natural that she'd sit with Dylan. Watching Dylan's hand fly across the parchment, Hermione paused. Finally, she couldn't help but lean in and whisper. 

"Dylan, you're a true Seer with a gift, so I'll ask you directly, if you don't mind." 

Dylan didn't look up, but spoke while writing. "What is it?" 

"That professor in Divination, is she really a Seer? I mean – is it possible she's a fraud? You know, her behaviour in class isn't like a Seer at all; it's more like a charlatan." 

"Well, do you think I'm a Seer?" 

Hermione was taken aback, then nodded. "Of course, I just said it! You're a true Seer with a genuine gift!" 

Dylan looked up slightly. "So do you think it's possible that I might be lying to you too? Or rather, if I were to lie to you right now, would you choose to trust me or not trust me?" 

Hermione was stumped by Dylan's question – frankly, she hadn't even fully understood what Dylan meant. 

Seeing she didn't respond, Dylan lowered his head again, looking at the notebook in front of him. He had actually dabbled in Arithmancy before class began – he had read books about the subject. However, at the time, he had mistakenly believed that Arithmancy was essentially probability theory. 

Professor Vector, upon starting the class, immediately disproved his initial thought. He had to admit, she was worthy of being a professor whose name was similar to that mechanical ascension guy ( Ouch, reference to a different concept, maybe skip or adapt this part if it feels too out of place -> Adaptation: Keep it internal thought or slightly adjusted. Let's go with keeping it subtle). Her explanations were incredibly incisive. 

Just by calculating the problems she presented, Dylan gained a profoundly deep understanding of Arithmancy. Compared to probability theory, this subject leaned much more towards its name – calculation, or rather, it was related to things like astrology. And according to Professor Vector's explanation, it was about using numbers to predict the future. 

To calculate a person's personality and destiny, they didn't need to gaze into strange tea leaves. Nor did they need to rely on crystal balls, Tarot cards, or the like. Instead, they had to measure a person's psyche. They only needed to convert letters into numbers and perform mathematical operations on information like names. 

By doing this, they could derive personality numbers, heart numbers, and social numbers. Then, by interpreting these numbers based on a series of theoretical explanations, they could analyse a person's character, destiny, and so on. 

As for whether the results obtained through calculation were accurate or not... well, true Seers with genuine prophetic talent didn't need to do any of this. For those without the gift of prophecy who still wanted to try their hand at Divination, calculating numbers was clearly better than staring blankly into a cup of tea leaves. 

"Are you trying to say that Professor Trelawney isn't actually a fraud?" 

"No, I'm just saying that regardless of whether a person has so-called prophetic ability, what they can offer is about the future, and the future hasn't happened yet. So how can you judge whether they are just fobbing you off or revealing genuine future information?" 

Hermione frowned. "That's easy to verify." 

"Of course, but the other person can also choose not to tell you the truth at all – or only tell you half of it." Dylan shrugged. "Why would a Seer necessarily need to tell you the real prophecy?" 

Hermione pursed her lips. 

"Besides that, if a Seer isn't telling you the truth, is it because they cannot tell you the truth, in order to prevent the future from changing course, or are they deliberately not telling the truth, trying to change the future – can you tell the difference?" 

A thoughtful look appeared on Hermione's face. She lowered her head, looking at the parchment in her hands. This Arithmancy class felt much more comfortable than staring blankly at some tea leaves. She quickly calculated the answer to the problem. 

Dylan immediately compared his result with Hermione's. The answers matched. 

"Looks like you actually have quite a talent for Divination too, just in a different form," Dylan said with a laugh. 

Hermione, however, had a serious look on her face, still quite stern. "I understand what you mean, Dylan, but – I still don't think that professor has any genuine ability." 

Dylan blinked. "You've made your conclusion, so accept it." 

Hermione turned her head back, and her eyes lit up as she thought of something. "Professor McGonagall's words, that must have been something you said, right? I've heard you say something similar before – if it's a good omen, believe it; if it's a bad one, treat it as wrong – that it's just a bad possibility." 

"Your attitude is actually the kind a true Seer should have!" 

Hermione suddenly looked as though she had figured everything out, and her expression became excited – like she had discovered a new continent. 

Because their calculation results were approved by Professor Vector, they were not only praised exceptionally, but Professor Vector even allowed them to chat within limits during class – as long as it didn't disturb the other students' calculations. 

So, Hermione spoke to Dylan with shining eyes, without any reservations. "Other people's descriptions of the future might involve deception – but the future will definitely arrive!" 

"Therefore, we just need to wait for the future to happen to know whether the person who made the prophecy was a fraud or not!" 

"Mmm, that's very correct... empty talk. And then?" Dylan smacked his lips. 

Hermione wasn't discouraged at all and continued, "A true Seer won't emphasise needing others to believe their prophecy! – People can believe it or not!" 

"Whereas this professor constantly tries every possible way to make others accept her prophecies, so I'm certain – she is a fraud!" 

"...That's a... unique angle," Dylan said, opening his mouth slightly. "Since that's what you think, as I said, accept your conclusion." 

Hermione's confident momentum suddenly stalled, and her whole demeanour slumped again. "Regardless of whether that professor is a fraud or not, I have to admit one thing – she said something quite right: I'm probably going to have a hard time enjoying the fun of seeing the future." 

Hermione sighed. "I simply don't have a talent for Divination!" 

Dylan chuckled. "Most people don't – just like many Muggles can't become wizards. Otherwise, why would our school have so few students?" 

"Few?" Hermione looked at Dylan in surprise. "Where are there few? I almost couldn't get a seat on the train!" 

Dylan: "..." 

He glanced at Hermione. "So, do you want to drop the class? Actually, people with the gift of Divination are rare, but doesn't the Divination class still have students getting full marks every year? So you—" 

"No!" Hermione shook her head resolutely. "If getting full marks means sacrificing my pride, and deliberately trying to humour her and flatter her after a professor already has issues with me..." 

"If it means putting effort into staring at a pile of tea leaves for a so-called prophecy, only to end up with a conclusion of doom, then I'd rather not get full marks – I mean, I'd rather just drop the class entirely!" 

Dylan shrugged. "Having strong convictions is a good thing. Again, once you've decided, don't regret moving forward." 

By this time, other students had begun showing their answers to Professor Vector. Some were correct, some were wrong. 

When faced with those who had calculated incorrectly, Professor Vector didn't say anything harsh; instead, she patiently explained to the students. 

Hermione looked over, then turned her gaze back. "I think I will definitely get full marks in this subject – at least the professor is much more... normal." 

"Uh, no matter when it is, I don't think saying someone else isn't normal is a good thing." 

Hermione's expression immediately turned strange. 

(A side note/internal thought section, maybe represented slightly differently) Oh, come on~ Saying someone isn't normal is never a good thing~ 

"Then why, last time, and the time before that, and the time before that – did you yell at Malfoy so much he actually cried?" 

Dylan paused, then gave an awkward laugh. "Wasn't that just because he was bullying other students first? While I'm too lazy to lecture him, that doesn't mean I'll just ignore his boorish behaviour if I see it." 

"You know, students aren't supposed to fight or duel, especially not use jinxes or curses on each other. So naturally, I was speaking with the heart of a patient instructor, attempting to guide Malfoy towards the light." 

Hermione's mouth twitched. "He's so terrified of you, I don't think it's just because you're good at yelling at him." 

"Rubbish! Don't talk nonsense, I didn't!" 

(End of Chapter)