Chapter 331: The Prophecy
Kyle was naturally thrilled to have earned full marks in Potions without even taking the exam. Though it was a bit disappointing to part with Advanced Potion-Making, he'd already memorized its contents, copied his notes into a fresh book, and read it cover to cover three times. So it didn't bother him much to hand it over to Snape.
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By the third day of exam week, only two exams remained. Early that morning, Kyle made his way to the top of the North Tower for his Divination exam.
Divination had a particular trick to it: even if you hadn't read the textbook or attended class, you could still score well if you gave Professor Trelawney a prediction that piqued her interest. Kyle leaned over the crystal ball, feigning intense concentration.
"What do you see...?" Professor Trelawney asked, eyeing him with some disapproval, clearly annoyed that he hadn't shown up for class all semester. Perhaps a low grade will help him realize the importance of divination, she mused.
"Hmmm..." Kyle pressed his nose to the crystal ball, squinting. "I see a figure..."
"What does it look like?" Professor Trelawney encouraged softly. "Think carefully..."
"It's tall... and has a beard..." Kyle murmured thoughtfully. "It's... Professor Dumbledore!" he announced with certainty.
"The Headmaster?" Professor Trelawney murmured, taken aback.
"Yes, it was Professor Dumbledore," Kyle whispered. "He looked worn, almost defeated, walking down a lonely street lined with houses, but no one welcomed him. People just... shut their doors."
"Are you certain, dear?" Professor Trelawney eagerly scribbled on her parchment. "You truly saw Headmaster Dumbledore?"