Hogwarts Outsider Chapter 190: Visit
"Hogwarts in another world ()"
The residents of Darlington are still accustomed to calling the old house on the hill west of the town "Trelawney House".
Although it looks quite dilapidated now, the cracks on the walls are sealed by wooden strips, the tiles on the roof are incomplete, and creepers are even crawling all over the house...
It's hard to believe, in some records, it used to be the most magnificent house in all of Darlington!
In the old house, there is still an old woman surnamed Trelawney...
She is so old that most of the young people in the town have no impression of her-Mrs. Cassandra Trelawney, who now lives alone in "Trelawney Ni Mansion".
She has a withdrawn personality and hardly communicates with the outside world; due to the ravages of the years, her appearance has become a bit hideous, the kind that children will be scared to cry when they see her...
Nobody in town knew what was going on with Mrs. Trelawney... did she have children, and where were they? At such an old age, how did she live alone in that old house for so many years?
Everyone assumes that Darlington does not have this resident.
Even if there are some events and gatherings in the town, if someone proposes whether to invite Mrs. Trelawney over, they will soon forget about it...
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And now, an outsider has broken into Darlington, and he seems to be going to the hill where "Trelawney House" is located.
He is a gentle old man.
Different from most of the old men who don't trim their pages, although this old man looks very old, his body is very neat and tidy... he is wearing a black suit, his head is not bald, but is With neat short silver-white hair and a handsome mustache...
In short, this is a very "handsome" old man.
On the lawn by the side of the road, a group of boys were howling and playing football.
I don't know who kicked the football to the old man's side; it just happened to 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 so frightened that he was speechless.
"Sir...can you...give me back...the ball..." he stammered.
"Of course!" The hazy aura on the old man disappeared after only a few seconds, replaced by the gentleness from before.
He returned the football to the boy kindly, and reached out to pat his head kindly.
"Thank you...thank you..." The boy looked slightly relieved, he hurriedly picked up the ball, turned around and ran away...
And the old man started to continue to his destination——
Trelawney House!
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The appearance of the old house does look quite eerie.
Its internal environment is also much weirder than outsiders imagined, although it is somewhat messy.
Simple and old furniture, neatly placed in every corner of the house...
A small round table was placed in the very center of the room, and around the table were a few calico armchairs; on the table were scattered quills, candle stubs, playing cards and other strange things.
The curtains were drawn tightly, and the lamp was covered with a crimson scarf, dimming the light in the room, which was why the Muggles outside could not see the light inside.
The room is so hot that people can hardly breathe. It is midsummer now, and even at dusk, the temperature is high enough... But there is still a raging fire in the fireplace, as if a pot of tea is burning...
A bony old lady is sitting in the darkest corner of the room, looking at the glowing crystal ball in front of her—
"I saw that you will come to me, Gellert!" she said in an old voice.
The identity of the visitor is naturally the principal of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Mr. Gellert Grindelwald... Considering the current situation, before his title, add a "European wizarding world" The actual ruler" is not too much.
Mr. Grindelwald's status in the entire wizarding world is extremely lofty...
But what is quite intriguing is that this skinny old lady can actually call Grindelwald by his first name... This is quite rare.
Among the remaining wizards and wizards in the world, there are very few who have this qualification.
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But considering Ms. Cassandra Trelawney's age and status, this is not surprising.
She can be said to be a true prophet, a witch who truly knows how to see through the eyes of the mist...
She is an extremely famous prophet in the wizarding world!
She is also very old, so old that she can't even remember it, maybe a hundred and fifty years old; her great-great-granddaughter (granddaughter's granddaughter) Sybil Terry Laurie is now working in the Ministry of Magic's Department of Mysteries, and she is in her forties... Even for wizards, her life is coming to an end.
Few people know that this true prophet is still alive... Ms. Cassandra Trelawney lived in seclusion in Darlington for so many years that the entire wizarding world almost forgot about her.
Of course, Gellert Grindelwald will not forget her.
At the end of the last century, when he was still young, he was expelled from the Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Magic, and was implicated by some bad things; he was forced to flee to Godric's Hollow in England. Saudi home.
At that time when his life was facing the trough...
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 whole of England...but she was very surprised when she saw Gellert Grindelwald. In her words, she had never been in a child, I have seen such a terrifying prophecy talent...
Cassandra taught Grindelwald for about three months, and Grindelwald's terrifying learning ability and hard work made her dumbfounded.
Then she had to admit that she couldn't teach Grindelwald any more...
Of course, Grindelwald disagreed with this... In the following years, he often communicated with the most important mentor in his life by letter, exchanging some ideas about the future.
Even on his chocolate frog card, Grindelwald had someone write in his merit column:
"Working with Cassandra Trelawney, very effective in divination,"
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"Then you know the purpose of my trip, my respected mentor Cassandra!" Grindelwald used his honorifics, and his tone was very gentle.
"I can't give you a definite answer, Gellert, I'm very, very old..." Cassandra Trelawney replied, "too old to be in this decaying room Waiting for death to come... I have never left this house for almost seventy years..."
"My great-aunt, your old friend Mrs. Bagshot, is at Hogwarts now; she's your age... To be honest, I'm not flattering you, you're not really 'running out' That step ~IndoMTL.com~Master Cassandra..." Grindelwald retorted.
"Bathilda is a person who is addicted to the past, she will feel happy when she is with you!" Cassandra said a little tiredly, "I am different, I can only see the future in my eyes... ..."
"The future is more interesting than the past, because it is full of unknowns." Grindelwald said with a serious face.
Cassandra Trelawney froze there, seemingly thinking about something.
"The times have changed now..." Grindelwald suddenly said again, with a confident smile on the corner of 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, indeed Proved something..."
She stood up and shook the dust off her body.
"Then you agree to my invitation?" Grindelwald asked tentatively.
"Of course..." Cassandra said a little tiredly, "You've already called me a mentor, Gellert... How can a mentor refuse such an earnest request from a student..."
"Then I'll wait for you at Hogwarts, Teacher Cassandra..." Grindelwald bowed slightly and bowed to the other party.
Just when he was about to turn around and leave——
"Wait a minute!" Cassandra Trelawney suddenly said again:
"Let me give you one last word, Gellert."
"All ears!" Grindelwald nodded with a serious face.
Cassandra Trelawney sat upright in the armchair, her eyes were lost and her mouth was slightly open.
Her voice is not the same as before, very harsh:
"When you think you have choked fate by the throat, unexpectedly fate is manipulating you..."