Chapter 142 A True Prophecy
Peter Pettigrew cannot simply be mad. He is definitely plotting something!
They have been trying to catch Peter, but given the current situation...
Evan finally realized, could it be that Peter wouldn't want to catch Black as well? Dumbledore was not at Hogwarts that night, but Snape was. Peter knew Snape was against Black and was ready to take advantage of it.
It only takes Snape to hear the news that Black will sneak into the castle tonight, and Peter won't need to do it with his own hands. Snape will take care of everything. After all, with the hatred he feels for Black, he might be the first to hand him over to the Dementors outside the castle, instead of taking him to trial.
If Black disappears, no one will know that Peter Pettigrew is still alive. No one will be able to prove that he betrayed Harry's parents. Then, he could reappear publicly in a grandiose manner, telling everyone that he has been suffering humiliation for 12 years like a rat, staying by Harry's side, silently protecting him from Black's harm...
Evan's back was drenched in cold sweat. It was terrible!
That must be Peter Pettigrew's plot for sure. Since the previous night when Professor Lupin's identity as a werewolf was revealed, the plot had already begun.
Even without his plan, tonight Peter will lure Black to the castle.
Evan forced himself to calm down. It makes sense that Peter Pettigrew can't know when Black will come. After all, even if he passed on the password through Crookshanks, Black might not necessarily act according to his plan. So Peter Pettigrew would have to keep Snape in Gryffindor's common room.
This was too unreal. Unless he can track Sirius's movements.
There are many ways to do so, but for Pettigrew, the only practical one was...
"The Marauder's Map!"
Suddenly, Evan realized he had been ignoring this magical object that can locate all individuals in the castle.
When Professor Lupin confiscated the Marauder's map yesterday, Ron was also there. Peter must know he was in possession of Professor Lupin. He made Ron go to Lupin's office. He must have gone to find the Marauder's Map!
"Ron!" Harry shouted.
The three of them stood at the door of the bedroom. Inside, through the faint light coming in through the window, Evan saw Ron lying back on his four-poster bed. He seemed to be asleep, with the bed curtains drawn around him.
He could sense that Peter Pettigrew was hidden in Ron's jacket pocket. Maybe he didn't have the chance to take the map, maybe he didn't find the time. He couldn't just search the office in front of everyone at school, so the map must be in Professor Lupin's office.
Evan hurried to turn around, as long as he finds the Marauder's Map before Peter Pettigrew, there will be no unpleasant incidents tonight.
"Evan, what are you doing?" Hermione said in panic.
"I'm going to Professor Lupin's office to find the Marauder's Map," Evan said quietly.
"I'll come with you..."
"No, you and Harry stay here to look after Ron," he looked at Hermione and said anxiously. "Remember, be careful until I return!"
"I know, you too!" Hermione hesitated, then quickly stepped forward to hug Evan.
He hugged her tightly and felt her warmth in his arms, then turned and left the Common Room, running towards Professor Lupin's office as fast as he could. He descended the winding staircase, with his mind solely focused on the Marauder's Map.
In the corner of the fourth floor, he collided forcefully with Professor Trelawney.
It seemed she had recently returned from the kitchen. The scent of sherry lingered on her entire body. Additionally, she held two bottles in her hand. She was knocked to the ground when Evan collided with her.
"Be careful and watch where you're going!"
"I'm sorry, Professor!" Evan hastily helped her to her feet.
"Ah, it's you, my dear boy." Professor Trelawney tightly grasped Evan's arm, suddenly drawing closer, her immense eyes fixed on him, whispering with a vague voice. "My dear, I see the signs in you becoming clearer by the moment..."
"Thank you, Professor! I will be cautious." Evan distanced himself from her, feeling discomfort from the strong scent on her body.
"You don't understand!" murmured Professor Trelawney, "Disaster, misfortune, they are approaching..."
Conveniently, a cold wind blew, and the nearby candle illuminating the surroundings went out.
The dim hallway became even darker. In the darkness, Evan could only make out the vague figure of Trelawney.
"It's death, my dear!" Professor Trelawney's voice was like a whisper, intermittent and faint. "It's coming, drawing near, circling like a vulture over your head. It's closing in, right above the castle!"
Evan remained silent, looking uneasily around, not wanting to be seen in such an embarrassing situation by others.
Fortunately, only the two of them were in the hallway.
Professor Trelawney kept on speaking. Listening to her words, Evan began to feel that someone would die soon in the castle.
Certainly, it wasn't good news. Could it be Sirius Black, or...?
Of course, to Evan, she was probably just talking nonsense.
"My dear, will you choose Divination class next year?" asked Professor Trelawney suddenly.
"Perhaps I will," Evan whispered.
In his heart, he secretly decided he would never choose Divination class. That woman would scare him to death in no time.
From the first day he met her, he never heard a happy prophecy from her.
"You are just like the Potter boy; you have never had good seers. The halo above your head is very small!" Professor Trelawney said. "But both of you are very ideal prophetic subjects. The signs are clearer in both of you than in others."
It seemed like she was praising him, but Evan was not sure if he should be happy.
Only with prophecies of death are the omens of fate clear. That is truly an unfortunate quality.
"Professor, I have urgent matters to attend to. I must leave!"
Evan turned around and left, but a loud, hoarse voice suddenly spoke behind him.
"It will happen soon!"
"My apologies, Professor! What did you say?"
Evan quickly turned back and saw Professor Trelawney as if she had completely changed. She leaned against the wall, her body stiffened, her eyes unfocused, and her mouth drooping.
Evan's heart was pounding heavily. Was he about to hear a prophecy? A true prophecy?!