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Chapter 193 Prophecies of Different Natures

Chapter 193 Prophecies of Different Natures

George and Fred lived up to expectations.

There was no external doubt at all, and then the two of them broke through on the spot, had a flash of inspiration, cleared the dungeon, and turned the tables and slapped the faces of the other side.

Two voices echoed through the castle under the night sky: "Ahhh~"

"Hahaha~"

Even though they were under the magical starry sky dome and couldn't see the scene above the castle, everyone could still picture two unrestrained and carefree expressions.

For the Weasley brothers, the socially awkward situations they experienced were like triggering a button for their social anxiety. (Social anxiety: social terrorist)

Therefore, this attribute turned the various punishments for failing to complete the challenges set by Ryan into a stage for their performance.

Every now and then, people can enjoy performance art by the famous performance artists, the Weasley brothers, which can be described as having a strong alkaline retina.

However, if this punishment were applied to other junior wizards, they would be affected for at least a day or two, and their emotions would be unstable.

After all, not everyone can accept growing feathers or having to meow at the end of their sentences when speaking to someone.

The former is Na, the super invincible, transformed ancestor-level Thunderbird Wei, who kept his head down for three days. During those three days, he would blush whenever anyone spoke to him.

The latter is Hermione Granmew, Professor McGonagall's prized student, the little witch known as Little McGonagall, a Gryffindor graduate, and the know-it-all.

After failing the challenge, Hermione Granger was healed by Madam Pomfrey in half an hour, but the psychological trauma she suffered afterwards took her half a month to heal. During that time, she would subconsciously pause at the end of each sentence to make sure she didn't use any suspicious interjections.

In short, the social death mechanism made young wizards have mixed feelings about Ryan, with both love and hate.

Love is based on the law of conservation of smiles: a smile can only be transferred from someone else's face to your own.

Hatred also stems from the law of conservation of smiles, because the smile on one's own face is transferred to the face of another.

Why are they still laughing?

Even after someone finished eating, they could still hear loud laughter outside.

But wouldn't a normal person's voice become hoarse and their body get tired from laughing for so long?

At that moment, George and Fred hopped in, arms outstretched, laughing loudly.

"Ta-da! The latest zombie dance is here for you all. Hope you like it," George said.

Fred didn't speak, but his actions revealed his joy. Although he could only hop around with his arms outstretched, Fred managed to express a variety of subtle nuances, making him seem more like a living zombie.

"Unfortunately, we didn't have time to put on makeup."

The two of them jumped and skipped, winning applause from everyone.

The professors on the stage couldn't help but chuckle, even Professor McGonagall smiled. She waved her wand and broke the spell that had been placed on them.

"Oh, what a pity, our performance is over."

"Then please look forward to the next performance!"

George and Fred, in a call-and-response exchange, rudely gestured to those around them with their hands on their chests.

Then the two, who were starving, went to the long table in Gryffindor and ate and chatted with their classmates.

"The students have been invigorated since the start of the semester, their thirst for knowledge is much greater than ever before. This is all thanks to you," Dumbledore said to Lane beside him.

"Rankings create competition, and competition creates motivation. It all comes down to each person's competitive spirit. If the young wizards have no competitive drive and just lie around peacefully, then no one can do anything about it," Ryan said.

"Have you been feeling uneasy these past few days?" Dumbledore suddenly asked.

"No." Ryan shook his head. These days, he had been looking at useless intelligence, stabilizing his realm, continuing his alchemy experiments, and exploring the application of the magic beads in his grand plan.

There was absolutely nothing unusual that happened.

Dumbledore nodded and said nothing more.

After the banquet, he returned to the principal's office. There, Gale was sitting with his legs crossed, reading a book. It was just an ordinary book called "Elementary Spells," but Gale seemed to be reading it with great interest, as if there were some profound meaning in the book.

Ryan didn't react to what you said.

Upon hearing this, Gail didn't even close her book or lift her eyelids: "As expected, after getting to know him, especially after seeing him use his frequent prophecies to react to trivial matters and even change the outcome."

I felt that this child's prophecy was different from what I and Sybil Trelawney had predicted.

Dumbledore sat down next to him: "Is there any difference between your prophecies? Didn't all three of you foresee that hopeless future?"

"It's different, it's different. Take the prophecy about Harry Potter, which you know best. Voldemort believed in this prophecy, and everything he did, everything he did, led him toward the outcome the prophecy pointed to."

But look at Ryan; 99% of his prophecies involve very minor matters, and the outcomes can be altered.

Gale's tone revealed a strong sense of curiosity. When he discovered his talent for prophecy, he studied many legendary prophetic masters from ancient and modern times and determined that so-called prophecies were things that were destined to happen. They were more like seeing a corner of the future.

But faced with Ryan's prophecy, he didn't know how to describe it, because Ryan's prophecy was one that could be changed—

"Ah, if only Trelawney and I made a despairing prophecy about the future, then everything you're doing now is in vain, useless. But Ryan also made such a prophecy—that means there's still hope." He finally put down his first-year textbook and leaned back in his chair.

He said this because every scene he saw was, without exception, happening right before his eyes.

Trelawney's prophecy about Harry Potter and Voldemort came true in the first half as well. The only difference was in the second half; they did not, as Trelawney had predicted, have one of them die at the hands of the other.

They have now become like a power bank and a power source.

"Albus, given your original plan for developing Harry Potter, was it possible to enable Harry to use Voldemort's powers as he is now?"

Upon hearing this, Dumbledore decisively shook his head: "Impossible. Even though I didn't know Voldemort had Horcruxes at that time, the best outcome I envisioned was that Harry, with everyone's support, would defeat Voldemort and completely extinguish Voldemort's hopes of resurrection."

"After learning that Voldemort possessed Horcruxes, my original plan, if not adjusted, would only have a 50/50 chance of success."

"So this is how the predetermined future has been shattered—" Gale sighed. "Something that has never happened before since the beginning of recorded magical history has been recorded. It's only because the magical world's understanding of prophecy has always been shrouded in mystery that such a truly groundbreaking event would have caused such a huge uproar long ago."

"Because of Ryan Welsh, the predetermined future has vanished—"

His expression was one of utter bewilderment: "How did he do that?"