"A prediction? An admonition? I think it's neither of those..."

Professor Trelawney examined Erina, her eyes filled with a creepy kind of pity.

"It is your destiny, my dear. It may be hard to accept at first, but since ancient times, seers who can perceive the future and glimpse into time have encountered various misfortunes in their later years. People both hope that seers will illuminate the fog of their future, and hate the tragedies that cannot be changed. They blindly believe in the good things in the prophecy, and express doubts and anger about the bad things..."

"As for misfortunes... if one is too deeply entangled with the fate of a seer, then when misfortune comes, one will naturally not be spared."

Most of the students in the class subconsciously took a half step back, looking at Erina with suspicion and uncertainty.

However, Erina didn't get angry or show intense emotion. Instead, she nodded slightly in agreement.

"Speaking of which, that's not wrong? Throughout history, few seers have had good endings, and the people around them didn't fare well either..."

She said, her gaze sweeping over the little wizards around her who looked like startled quails, finally landing on the face of Little Beaver, who was full of worry beside her, a bright smile blooming between her eyebrows, and she looked meaningfully at Professor Trelawney in front of her, and asked softly.

"But..."

Erina raised her eyebrows, tapping her finger lightly on *Unfogging the Future*.

"Do you know what harmed those seers in their later years the most... I mean, when we return from the river of time, how does the backlash of knowing the future—if it really exists—eventually appear in the tangible world?"

Unconsciously, her voice also began to change from its usual tone.

If Professor Trelawney's tone was vague, mysterious, and filled with the etherealness of unknown fear.

Then Erina's voice presented a completely different aura—like an ancient Egyptian Pharaoh, full of majesty, capable of determining people's destinies with a few words, suffocating and noble.

"The powerful, the secular nobles! The eyes of heaven cannot look without command. No matter how dynasties change and fall, each ruler, while giving the seers enviable gifts, also quietly places a noose around our necks under the command of fate..."

As expected...

A cunning arc appeared at the corner of Erina's mouth.

As the "corresponding author" of the project to re-edit *A History of Magic*, Theresa Apocalypse naturally knew the footprints of past "seers" left in magical history, and what their final destination was—the fall of the seer, which could be said to be people's favorite part.

Amphilochus' chief seer, Mopsus, died in the dispute over Amphilochus' succession to the throne.

And before that, Calchas lost to Mopsus in the "Seer War" launched by the monarchy and was forced to commit suicide.

The legendary Cassandra Trelawney died at the end of the Trojan War.

After becoming Agamemnon's concubine, she and Agamemnon were killed by his queen...

Seers who died under the monarchy like this were countless.

The only one with a slightly different ending was perhaps Merlin, the legendary seer of the magical world—he was entangled with his disciple Vivian, the "Lady of the Lake" Nisa, and the "Tower Witch" Morgana at the same time, and was eventually sealed in a boulder by the three witches and sunk to the bottom of the lake.

All in all...

If Professor Trelawney had seriously studied the deeds of past "seers," then she would definitely be able to answer Erina's question.

On the other hand, this would also become Erina's greatest reliance on breaking the so-called "seer's curse."

You know, the most famous modern seer is not only Cassandra Vablatsky, the author of *Unfogging the Future*.

Before Sybill Trelawney made the prophecy that changed Harry, Tom, and even the fate of the magical world for more than a decade, someone had made an even more important prophecy—as early as 1927, Grindelwald showed the mushroom when World War II broke out and ended.

As the most terrible, and even deliberately erased from the "list of seers," the "Black Seer."

Gellert Grindelwald showed another way decades ago, how to let the "seer" get rid of the oppression of secular power.

"Oh? You mean... the Ministry of Magic will also become the executioner of 'misfortune' for seers in this era? Even our current enlightened, kind, and just magical government... they may persecute seers? That's too ridiculous!"

Erina waved her hand exaggeratedly, her delicate little face full of disbelief.

The little wizards around her made a noisy murmur.

Now no one seemed to be afraid of "misfortune" anymore, and the students waited nervously and expectantly for Professor Trelawney's response.

With the secret arrest operation the week before last, and Umbridge's return to school, the undercurrent between the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts gradually began to spread on campus and in society. There were all kinds of rumors and speculations, and people were very curious about the possible confrontation that would follow.

If Professor Trelawney was really a seer as she said, then she must have seen all of this long ago...

"Cough, cough, I think... I think today's class will end here."

Professor Trelawney coughed slightly unnaturally, tiredly covering her forehead, and said in her most vague voice.

"Class is over, please pack your things, everyone's destiny cannot be escaped, but these are still far away from us..."

The whole class silently returned the teacups to Professor Trelawney, closed their books, and packed their bags.

Now, even Hermione didn't dare to continue raising her hand to ask questions.

Today's class was the most confusing class she had had since entering Hogwarts. She had now received two completely different prophecies, from two "seers" who looked like "big and small liars." The most important thing was that a trace of wavering began to appear in Hermione's heart.

Whether it was Erina or Professor Trelawney, they both seemed like real seers.

And then came another extremely troublesome paradox:

The "seers" both recognized each other's identities, but made opposing prophecies about her.

More importantly, the "misfortune" of the Ministry of Magic was now involved, which made a group of little wizards, the oldest of whom were only fourteen years old, feel uneasy.

"Before we meet again," Professor Trelawney said weakly, "Good luck to you all. Oh, my dear—"

She pointed to Erina, "Perhaps you will encounter many requests... Oh, this is the destiny of all seers... But you have to learn to refuse to a certain extent, and answer questions carefully and skillfully, don't let your Heavenly Eye bear too much pressure, otherwise—"

"It's okay, Professor Trelawney—"

Erina packed her bag and turned her head with a smile before walking down the stairs.

"Didn't you say? I am misfortune—I like this statement very much, it makes me feel very responsible."

"Alas, you will understand, one day..."

Professor Trelawney's lips trembled for a few seconds, and a complex expression flashed across her face, which was hidden back in the shadows.

In the end, she said nothing, but let out another creepy sigh.

With Professor Trelawney's sigh, the surrounding crowd once again made a series of ominous, annoying whispers, followed by some unpleasant jealousy and greed. Erina raised her eyebrows and was about to say a few more exciting seer quotes.

Just then, Erina felt someone tugging at the back of her clothes.

"Let's go," Hermione said in her ear, "Hurry up—let's go..."

Hermione led her down Professor Trelawney's stairs and the spiral staircase of the North Tower to the school hall.

As they walked downwards, the other students in the class stepped aside, their eyes filled with fear and curiosity.

However, Hermione didn't lead her directly to the school hall as Erina thought. Instead, she turned into a corridor fork on a certain floor in the middle and pulled her into an empty classroom—there were too many empty rooms in Hogwarts.

Hermione glanced at the empty classroom, closed the door, leaned her back against the door, and looked at Erina.

"Are you a seer? Can you foresee the future? Why didn't you ever say it before!"

"Is that important?" Erina asked helplessly.

"It's important!" Hermione said, "We all know what happened to the seers in history! So..."

"I roughly know," Erina said, gently poking Hermione's forehead, "So Granger, you're worried about me, right? But this matter is not as serious as you think. Merlin is also a seer... isn't he doing well, um... the survivor bias is very wonderful, and, predicting the future is not as mysterious as it is written in the textbooks. I have predicted Hogwarts many times before going to school..."

"...You predicted Hogwarts many times before going to school?" Hermione asked in a weak voice.

She suddenly realized that she had never really understood Erina Kaslana.

"What's wrong?" Erina shrugged, "It's just basic logical reasoning. Many detectives and police officers in the non-magical world can do it... As for the fact that I am a special student at Hogwarts, I thought you should know? According to the normal school age, I am actually in the same grade as Luna."

"Basic... logical reasoning?" Hermione said, "I'm not Hannah. Erina, I know very well the difference between a seer and a detective..."

"There is no difference—"

Erina raised her finger and said seriously in a low voice, "To perceive the future, to know the trajectory of the future, this is the result... and the seer is just a title derived from this result. Listen, if you master enough information, are smart enough—"

"Oh, then where did you get your information from?"

"Books, newspapers, television, that's how it started. Later, Gringotts, Hogwarts, and even the professors..."

Erina counted on her fingers, one by one in a low voice, the tuft of hair on the top of her head swaying left and right with incomparable sincerity.

"This is my favorite way of divination. Compared to the saying in Hogwarts or the magical world, I prefer to call it—big data algorithm. If you want to learn, I can teach you. As for the content I have predicted? The so-called vision ability? Those are just fragments that occasionally appear in dreams, but when it overlaps with the Hogwarts scene, I can occasionally find some hints from it..."

"But, you know... I can't control what pictures I want to see in my dreams, it's difficult."

"So, you are still a real seer after all? That is to say, you can see the future?!"

Hermione stared at Erina in a daze, and then quickly thought of something.

"But—I don't understand—if you can know those things in the future, then logically you should be a descendant of some famous seer in the magical world—the seer's bloodline is inherited according to blood, does that mean you can find your own—"

"Relatives? I think I have found them, and... you really don't want to learn 'big data algorithm'?"

Erina whispered seductively for the second time.

As time goes by, the magical world is gradually becoming more and more confusing.

In order to continue to maintain control over the future, she has to start building her own think tank. The "old ministers" of destiny and the "goblins" of Gringotts Wizarding Bank are unreliable. She still has to have her own trusted partners, just like the Dark Lords of the past.

"If you don't understand what this means for the time being..."

Erina said mysteriously in a low voice, "Then I'll just make a small 'prediction' for now—Professor Umbridge will appear in the classroom during the next divination class, and she will ask Professor Trelawney to make a prediction for her. Now, let me explain to you in detail how I predicted these things step by step..."

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