No matter where it was, being alive was a good news.
Dumbledore felt like he was suddenly given a shot of adrenaline. He immediately became spirited and left in high spirits. Only Trelawney was left in the classroom to tidy up the crystal ball.
But she didn't finish her sentence.
The overly happy Dumbledore neglected this point. If Trelawney had finished the entire prophecy, Dumbledore probably wouldn't have believed it. But now, he believed it.
This was a small misunderstanding, but Trelawney didn't lie to Dumbledore.
Out of professional ethics, she wouldn't not tell Dumbledore the content of her prophecy. She just left out some important details.
In the result of this prophecy, whether the girl could be revived or not depended on whether Jon could help. Because she couldn't see Jon's fate clearly, it was hard to predict what Jon would do next. This made her unable to completely predict the result of the prophecy. She could only make a vague conclusion like "not here, not in the future". Also, even if Jon helped, the girl wouldn't be revived in this world.
Not here meant that she wasn't in this world; not in the future meant that she couldn't see Jon's future at all. But as long as the result of the prophecy was reasonable, the possibility of the girl being revived was very high.
After all, not everyone had the opportunity to seal their soul in a portrait and let the legendary Wizard and the Great Wizard, who wasn't inferior to the legendary Wizard, nurture it from time to time.
The girl's spirituality had gradually recovered in the portrait, and now she was waiting for a chance to recover.
Unfortunately, there wasn't a Wizard in this world who could give her such a chance. Trelawney flipped through her memories and only found some words left behind by her ancestors.
This kind of thing, even for mortals, required the intervention of gods. And it required the intervention of a very powerful god.
As the former priests of the Sun God, the Trelawney family was fortunate enough to be cursed by the gods, so they had a very powerful prophecy ability. But … in this world, did gods really exist?
…
Jon had a dream.
It wasn't the same illusionary dream as before. Instead, it was a dream with a strong sense of reality that made it impossible to distinguish between reality and reality.
He dreamt of someone.
It was a girl.
She looked like she was Chinese because she did not have the deep facial features that were unique to Europeans. However, her skin was fair and she was wearing a very large kimono.
… Why was it a kimono?
Jon looked at it carefully for a long time. Indeed, it was a kimono, not a hanfu.
So if he wasn't from Huaxia, why did he suddenly appear in his dream?
The girl didn't say anything. Her red hair didn't say anything either.
The two of them stood facing each other in silence. Jon stared at the girl, and the girl seemed to stare back at him.
And from where Jon was looking, the girl's lips were moving, as if she was saying something.
"Sorry, I can't hear what you're saying at all. If you really have something to say to me, can we come closer?"
This feeling of deja vu made Jon's head hurt.
He still hoped that the two of them could come closer and talk face to face, but when he subconsciously controlled his body to fly up from the ground, he suddenly fell back down.
He was at a loss.
Why didn't the flying spell in the past work here?
He looked at the girl in front of him, only to see the figure slightly shake her head and turn away.
He got up from the ground and wanted to chase after her, but then he felt a pain in the back of his head, and his consciousness was quickly pulled back to reality.
When he opened his eyes, the sky was already bright.
The culprit of his headache, Grindelwald, was sitting in front of his bed, holding Jon's magic wand in his hand. Obviously, he had just knocked on Jon's head with the wand.
"Senpai, why are you here?"
Jon reached out and took the wand and put it back on the pillow.
"Do you want to see what time it is? I had already prepared breakfast and was about to wake you up, but you wouldn't wake up no matter how hard I tried. I used magic to take a look and found that someone had used a soul-summoning spell to take you away, so I had to use some special means to get you back. "
Jon rubbed his head that was knocked on and bitterly smiled as he propped himself up from the bed. "Senpai, you've become like an elder in my family recently."
"I've never had a child in my life, and I don't have any experience in raising one. Just bear with it a little. Now hurry up and get up from the bed to eat."
Grindelwald finished speaking and left Jon's bedroom. Jon could only get up from the bed and helplessly go to the bathroom.
There was a reason why he said that Grindelwald was like an elder in his family. In his memory of his previous life, he grew up with his grandparents. His grandparents were the same. Every day, they would wake him up very early in the morning and only wake him up after they finished making breakfast.
But after coming to this world, he didn't have any grandparents. He only grew up with his grandmother.
Thinking about it this way, he missed the world of his previous life, especially when there were mobile phones in that world.
But this world had magic, and it also had its own benefits.
Jon brushed his teeth while touching his forehead. The red mark that was knocked on by Grindelwald still hadn't disappeared.
But that wasn't important. What was important was what the girl in his dream said to him in the end?
After washing up, he went downstairs to eat breakfast. Grindelwald finished making breakfast, but he didn't eat it at all. He didn't look like the legendary Wizard at all. At this time, he was leisurely feeding himself the dinner meat and … porridge?
"Senpai, where did this porridge come from?"
No matter where it came from, it definitely wasn't made by Grindelwald.
"I bought it."
It's best if he bought it. This old man doesn't have a single cent on him, and I don't know where he bought it from.
But there was no point in thinking about it now. Jon sat opposite Grindelwald and scooped a bowl of porridge to eat.
"By the way, what did you experience in your dream?"
"Dream? You mean the Spirit Summoning Spell? "
Jon thought about the inexplicable spell he just suffered, but he didn't have a clue.
"It wasn't dangerous, I just met a girl. She said to me, said …" Jon tried hard to recall the girl's mouth shape in his dream.
"I think … she said I was a thief?"
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