Chapter 372: Testimony of Fate

"Riddles again, I can't understand it at all," Harry shook his head in disappointment.

Tonks's eyes flickered, and she asked softly: "Who said this?"

"The Queen," Ollivander said an answer that was hard to believe. "Elizabeth II, the current Queen of Britain."

"This can't be, the Queen should be a Muggle, right?" Harry questioned.

"Strictly speaking, not entirely," Snape explained thoughtfully. "There have been several wizards in history who married into the Muggle royal family, and it is possible that some of them passed on magical blood to the Queen."

"But this probability is very small, right?" Harry shook his head.

"It is precisely because the probability is very small that the matter is serious," Tonks interjected. "The Doctors' research believes that if a low-probability event occurs with a probability lower than 1/2187, it can be considered impossible. If such a thing happens, it is basically due to the manipulation of fate."

"The Queen suddenly awakened a bit of magic and made a prophecy, the probability is very, very low. In other words, this matter happened under the instruction of fate; it is fate using the prophecy to express something to us," Tonks explained. "But this, if I'm not mistaken, means—from the beginning, fate rejected the Doctor."

"You are right, this prophecy was spoken accidentally by the Queen after she learned about the Doctor project from Prince Mountbatten," Ollivander stared at her. "Of course, there are some ambiguous places here..."

"No, it has already been said very clearly," Tonks looked at Ollivander with burning eyes. The old man was standing on tiptoe, groping for something on the top of the cabinet. "If there is a last day, it means the Doctor project will have an end, and the person who 'stays for love' should be a Doctor."

"Why is there only one Doctor left at the end of the Doctor project? Because there is a 'burial ground where he should have died.' This place is undoubtedly the burial ground of all other Doctors. Only this one, perhaps a lucky Doctor who escaped, once he reaches that place, whether he solves the mystery in the prophecy or not, the Doctor's journey ends there."

"Now it seems that the so-called burial ground is Trenzalore," Tonks took a deep breath. "And you, Mr. Ollivander, I don't know if the reason you didn't participate in that action was out of 'staying for love', but I think there is a great possibility that you are the last Doctor in the prophecy."

"No, the reason I didn't participate was because I was excluded," Ollivander smiled bitterly and took down a painting from the top of the shelf. "Because I participated in the development of the Moment, which was a weapon of too great power, so the Doctors believed that it would become the cause of destroying everything. They worried that the ending in the prophecy was caused by the Moment."

"Prophecy, very good," Snape broke the slightly dull atmosphere. "What other things are you hiding from everyone? I don't want to restart a project full of mysteries."

"That is this painting," Ollivander uncovered the cloth covering the painting, and Harry couldn't help but widen his eyes. It was a brightly colored oil painting, depicting the moment of the TARDIS explosion with slightly wild brushstrokes.

"We knew this ending very early, but only now realized it happened at Trenzalore," Ollivander and Snape looked at each other. "The Doctors all knew that the journey would eventually reach its end. We just hoped to do more meaningful things during the journey, and we believed that this meaning would not perish because of the termination of the Doctor project."

"The Doctor is not just a researcher buried in the topic of fate. We need, or rather, we are very happy to drive the TARDIS around to be heroes. And what we hope to see more is that even without the TARDIS, there are still heroes in this world."

"Very well said," Donna suddenly said. "As long as it is to do the right thing, we don't necessarily have to cling to the topic of fate, we can completely study something else."

"I think he is right. For the Doctor, doing what you think is right is more important than maintaining fate," Harry looked at Tonks. "And now fate doesn't work either."

"Yes, I think the reason you refused to become a Doctor is exactly this. You saw something in fate that you couldn't accept," Ollivander said calmly. "And for the Doctor, what is more important is that even if the road ahead is set, we are walking toward fate with our heads held high, instead of being dragged by various events... this makes a lot of difference."

After hearing this, Harry had a deeper understanding of the tragedy that happened last year. Perhaps, it wasn't all out of Barty's deception; it was also possible that the Doctors knew this scene was destined to happen and were gratified to notice that they could take Voldemort to the grave this time.

Tonks seemed to be still hesitating, her eyebrows drooping, covering her mouth with one hand, looking like she wanted to say something but stopped.

And Snape's expression was a bit stiff. The other part of the Doctor was a bit beyond his plan. It would be a good feint for the Doctors to continue studying fate, but if they studied everything, and accidentally studied something else, the situation would be out of control.

Even, because of the Department of Mysteries, the person who benefits first will become Lucius.

The complex eyes of the two gradually moved to Harry. Snape opened his mouth and said: "Harry, what do you think?"

"I think, with Ollivander's help, at least Donna should be able to restart the research quite smoothly. Actually, that's enough. We need to delve deeper into magic, fate, or other things, first we need a framework, take the first step, this is the most important," Harry's thinking was still quite clear. "And whether Tonks is willing to be that 'heroic' Doctor, inheriting that spirit, actually doesn't matter. Even if you don't become a Doctor, you can still be a hero."

"I'll consider it again when I go back," Tonks shook her head gently, avoiding the topic.

"Can we prepare to start work now?" Donna folded her arms and looked at Snape.

"Let Ollivander take you," Snape said. "I still have other things to do. Harry, you can use the Ministry of Magic's fireplace to return directly to the Burrow."

After Snape finished this sentence, he strode toward the outside of the door. He looked like he had thought of something else.

"Donna, you're called Donna," Ollivander stepped forward and patted her on the shoulder. "Come with me, let's go handle some procedures first."

Tonks looked around and asked: "Then let's go too, Harry? You don't have anything else to do, right?"

Perhaps this is Tonks's affinity with fate. Her casual words suddenly stirred Harry's thoughts. Zhang Qiu said that he needed to go to the Department of Mysteries because the last piece of the puzzle of destiny was in row ninety-seven. Before today, this was just a riddle without a beginning or end, but since he had entered this hall, he couldn't help but be curious, would row ninety-seven here be the place mentioned in Zhang Qiu's divination?

"Oh right, I still want to go to row ninety-seven to see," Harry said.

Ollivander's footsteps paused. He didn't speak, just patted Donna on the shoulder, signaling her to continue walking.

"Then let's go take a look," Tonks didn't stop him, but followed Harry closely. They walked through one empty corridor after another, then turned into row ninety-seven, and then, a bit inside the shelf, Harry really saw a glass sphere with his name on it.

Under the dust-covered glass sphere, there was a yellowed label inserted on the shelf, on which a date about sixteen years ago was written in slender handwriting, followed by:

The Dark Lord and (?) Harry Potter.

Harry remembered what Ollivander had just explained. The first line was the prophecy maker and the person who requested the prophecy, while the second line was the person involved in the prophecy.

Out of curiosity, he learned from Ollivander's approach and pointed his wand at the top of the sphere.

A low, hoarse, but familiar voice rang out, "The one with the power to defeat the Dark Lord approaches... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives..."

So it was still Voldemort's old history, Harry thought, secretly relieved.

He carried a relaxed mentality to guess the name of the prophecy maker. With the first letter already known, Harry quickly had a guess: this prophecy was made by Sybill Patricia Trelawney to Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Deng Buliduo.

Although everyone said Trelawney was a fool who didn't understand divination at all, since Deng Buliduo kept her teaching at Hogwarts, it meant Deng Buliduo believed she had ability, or rather, she had proven herself in front of Deng Buliduo.

Immediately after, Harry also remembered why he felt familiar with this kind of voice. In the third year, he had also heard Trelawney's prophecy in this state. She said something about "the dark dictator," "stopping before love," although he felt it was nonsense at the time, but if the so-called dictator was understood as Grindelwald... it really matched what happened at the end of the fourth year.

Harry didn't take Voldemort to heart at all; he knew that bad guy would never come back. Therefore, the biggest inspiration this prophecy gave him was: perhaps Trelawney was indeed a capable prophecy maker, it's just that the teaching method was a bit abstract, which caused classmates to have unnecessary doubts about her. ===== CHAPTER 373 =====