Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures - H.P.S.T Chapter 1485: The Informer

“Well then, since you think I should go …” said Professor Trelawney with a smile. She bent down, scooped up her sherry bottles, and dumped them unceremoniously in a large blue-and-white vase standing in a nearby niche.

“Honestly, children, I miss having you in my classes. You were wonderful Objects, especially you, Harry…”

No one replied. Wonderful Objects, Evan and Harry?

They were Objects of Professor Trelawney’s continual predictions of doom!

In Professor Trelawney’s prophecies, Evan and Harry had already died countless times in various ways.

If there was no magical basis for this, then why could she precisely choose Harry and Evan as her Objects? And if there was some basis, then how come nearly none of her prophecies came true unless she was in a true trance?

Perhaps she was sensitive to Evan and Harry because both of them were somehow linked to prophecies.

The signs of fate were especially strong in them, and due to the prophetic bloodline within them, Professor Trelawney could sense something.

Evan tried his best to explain this matter with magic. Of course, it was also possible that Professor Trelawney simply didn’t like them.

Among their companions, Ron was another she clearly disliked, though slightly less than Evan and Harry.

Professor Trelawney had often predicted some misfortune for Ron, but it was clear that Ron didn’t carry any prophetic significance…

“Alas, children, you may not understand it very well, but I must warn Dumbledore. I have this responsibility. I am afraid,” said Professor Trelawney as she walked, “that the nag — I’m sorry, the centaur — knows nothing of cartomancy. I asked him — one Seer to another — had he not, too, sensed the distant vibrations of coming catastrophe? The answer was no. He was as dull as a nag; he seemed to find me almost comical. Yes, comical!”

Her voice rose rather hysterically, and Evan caught a powerful whiff of sherry even though the bottles had been left behind.

“Perhaps the horse has heard people say that I have not inherited my great-great-grandmother’s gift. Those rumors have been bandied about by the jealous for years. You know what I say to such people? Would Dumbledore have let me teach at this great school, put so much trust in me all these years, had I not proved myself to him?”

Evan and Harry didn’t comment. They both knew that Professor Trelawney could make real prophecies.

The one about Voldemort and Harry, the one Evan heard about Voldemort, but most of the time she was not very reliable, and the two prophecies that were said to be real prophecies did not come true completely, but only made things worse.

The prophecy had changed the lives of both Harry and Voldemort, and the paths they took later in life, in turn, validated the prophecy.

But the story was not over yet. Now was the second half, the most critical moment…

“Dumbledore trusted me. I well remember my first interview with Dumbledore,” went on Professor Trelawney, in throaty tones. “He was deeply impressed, of course, deeply impressed. … I was staying at the Hog’s Head, which I do not advise, incidentally — bedbugs, dear children — but funds were low. Dumbledore did me the courtesy of calling upon me in my room. He questioned me. … I must confess that, at first, I thought he seemed ill-disposed toward Divination … and I remember I was starting to feel a little odd, I had not eaten much that day … but then …”

“But then what?” Harry couldn’t help asking, he was now paying attention properly.

“… then we were rudely interrupted by Severus Snape!” said Professor Trelawney bluntly.

“What?” Harry turned his head sharply and looked at her.

Evan also stopped and stared at Professor Trelawney.

Of course, he knew that it was Snape who had informed on Harry, but he had not thought about how Harry would react upon learning it.

Now that it had been said — was that good or bad?

Knowing that Snape was the informer meant that Harry and Snape would be officially at odds.

Furthermore, Sirius would soon learn this news from Harry. In his impulsiveness, how would he react?

They already hated each other; and now, if Sirius found out Snape had also played a role in James and Lily’s deaths…

Still, in the long run, it was important for Harry to know the truth. He had a right to it.

From that perspective, it wasn’t such a bad thing that Professor Trelawney brought it up now.

Anyway, no matter what, these were matters for Dumbledore to consider and deal with, and they had nothing to do with Evan.

He just hesitated for a moment, and then let Professor Trelawney continue.

“I can’t recall what we were discussing before the interruption, but we were interrupted by Snape. There was a commotion outside the door and it flew open, and there was that rather uncouth barman standing with Snape, who was waffling about having come the wrong way up the stairs, although I’m afraid that I myself rather thought he had been apprehended eavesdropping on my interview with Dumbledore — you see, he himself was seeking a job at the time, and no doubt hoped to pick up tips! Well, after that, you know, Dumbledore seemed much more disposed to give me a job, and I could not help thinking that it was because he appreciated the stark contrast between my own unassuming manners and quiet talent, compared to the pushing, thrusting young man who was prepared to listen at keyholes — Dears, what’s wrong with you?!”

She looked back over her shoulder, having only just realized that Evan and Harry were no longer with her; they had stopped walking and they were now ten feet from her.

Harry’s face was pale, and he was trembling slightly. Evan stood beside him, his expression calm and unreadable.

Something seemed to be wrong, and even Professor Trelawney felt it.

“Evan, Harry, what’s wrong?” She called out again in confusion, looking a little concerned.

“Something you said reminded us of a few things, Professor…” said Evan softly, turning his head. “Harry?”

“It was Snape who eavesdropped on the prophecy! It was Snape who eavesdropped on the prophecy! It was him!”

Harry was standing stock-still as waves of shock crashed over him, wave after wave, obliterating everything except the information that had been kept from him for so long. …

It was Snape who had overheard the prophecy. It was Snape who had carried the news of the prophecy to Voldemort. Snape and Peter Pettigrew together had sent Voldemort hunting after Lily and James and their son. …

It was him! It was him all along!

Snape was the informer!

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