The next day, in Divination class, Professor Trelawney floated in like a fortune-teller from a Muggle sideshow, her shawls billowing dramatically. She plunked a crystal ball on the table and boomed in an ethereal voice, "Expand your minds! Gaze into the distant mists!"
"Crystal gazing demands a clear third eye," she intoned. "Far more reliable than tea leaves, my dears."
Argus had skimmed a book on it as a kid, back when he was chasing achievement points. True prophetic magic existed in the wizarding world, though he doubted her "third eye" had much to do with genuine seer talent.
Ron, bleary-eyed from their late-night chat, propped his chin on his hand, teetering on the edge of sleep. Harry stared blankly at the orb, lost in his own worries.
"Focus your third eye to pierce the veil of time!" Trelawney urged. "What do you see now?"
She swooped down on Harry and Hermione, who hadn't been listening. They jumped.
"I... er..." Harry stammered.
Hermione flushed. "Um..."
Trelawney feigned shock. "Alas, two more without the gift. Mr. Grindelwald, what visions grace your sight?"
She pinned her hopes on Argus, the star pupil across every subject. After suffering through the class's nonsense—and the book's infamous scenes—he'd cracked her game. He peered into the crystal ball thoughtfully, then met her gaze with grave intensity.
"Professor, I sense something dire," he said solemnly. "You're being ousted from Hogwarts. Your trunks hurled out the gates, students watching in silence, too afraid to speak. You collapse alone at the entrance, weeping."
Trelawney's face froze. She loved dooming others to tragedy, but not herself. Argus's straight-A reputation made it hit harder. Panic flickered in her eyes—she knew her limits. Without Hogwarts, she'd be scraping by on the streets.
Fear twisted into despair. Tears welled up, and she crumpled, sobbing. "No! They can't expel me! I'll see the Headmaster—Dumbledore can't do this!"
The class gaped as she bolted from the room, leaving stunned silence.
Draco turned to Argus, wide-eyed with admiration. "You... you made her cry?"
Even Argus blinked in surprise. No one in Hogwarts history had reduced a professor to hysterics like that.
Soon, Professor McGonagall arrived, escorting a sniffling Trelawney back. She shot Argus a stern glance before guiding the Divination professor to a chair, murmuring reassurances.
McGonagall had zero patience for Trelawney's woolly predictions—much like Hermione, she despised anything unscientific. But as deputy headmistress, she had to keep the peace.
It took ages of soothing before Trelawney quieted, clutching McGonagall's arm. "Minerva, he can't sack me! I know Dumbledore wouldn't dismiss anyone lightly..."
McGonagall hesitated. For any other student, she'd dismiss the "prophecy" as bunk. But Argus? She'd seen his real talent firsthand—and heard he shared it with his brother. Plus, his flawless marks demanded respect.
"I know you'll stand by me, Minerva!" Trelawney wailed, smearing tears on McGonagall's robes.
McGonagall's eye twitched. She shook her head, then nodded at Argus to take charge. He got it—have the class pack up and self-study.
As Argus lifted a crystal ball to store it, Trelawney's eyes bulged. Her body went rigid, spine unnaturally straight. McGonagall tensed.
Then, in a rasping, otherworldly voice, Trelawney intoned, "The traitor who betrays his friends and murders without remorse shall escape his last chains!"
She stared unblinking at the orb, eerie and trance-like. "Blood of the pure will spill, and servant shall rejoin master!"
She collapsed into coughs, blinking in confusion. "Minerva? Why are you staring?"
The class erupted in horror. A first-year dropped their ball, shattering it. Eyes locked on Harry and Trelawney.
Harry paled, staggering back against a table before steadying himself, terror etched on his face.
McGonagall's expression hardened. "Sybil, Mr. Potter—my office, now. To the Headmaster immediately."
She turned to Argus. "Watch the class. Homework until we sort this out."
With Trelawney in tow, McGonagall hurried off. Harry trailed, dazed.
The students buzzed with shock, fear rippling through them. Argus stepped up. "Easy, everyone. This is Hogwarts. We've got Dumbledore, the heads of house, all the professors. Even at the Death Eaters' peak, they couldn't breach our walls. A prophecy's just words—not fate."
His calm steadied them. They settled into homework, whispers fading.
But Argus mulled over Trelawney's trance. That wasn't her usual fluff. It echoed the book's real prophecy—the one about Wormtail breaking free, and the servant-master reunion pointing to Voldemort's return through Harry.
If this was genuine, things were accelerating. He needed to warn his brother—discreetly.
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