Chapter 372

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

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

"The Queen." Ollivander said an unbelievable answer, "Elizabeth II, the current Queen of Britain."

"This is impossible, the Queen should be a Muggle, right?" Harry questioned.

"Strictly speaking, not entirely." Snape explained thoughtfully, "There have been wizards in history who married into the Muggle royal family, and it is possible that some of them inherited 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 things are serious." Tonks interjected, "The research of the Doctors believes that if a low-probability event occurs with a probability of less than 1/2187, it can be considered impossible. If such a thing happens, it is basically out of the manipulation of fate."

"The probability of the Queen suddenly awakening a little magic and making a prophecy is very, very low. In other words, this matter happened at the instruction of fate. It is fate borrowing 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 by the Queen by chance 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 stared at Ollivander, who was standing on tiptoe, fumbling for something on the top of the cabinet, "If there is a last day, then it means that the Doctor project will have an end day, and that person who 'stays for love' should be a certain 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 Doctor who luckily 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 squeezed out." Ollivander smiled bitterly, taking down a painting from the top of the shelf, "Because I participated in the development of the Moment, which is a weapon with too much power, so the Doctors thought it would become the cause of destroying everything. They were worried that the ending in the prophecy was caused by the Moment."

"Prophecy, very good." Snape broke the slightly dull atmosphere, "Do you have anything else to hide 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 the TARDIS exploded with slightly wild brushstrokes.

"We knew this ending very early, it's just that we only realized it happened at Trenzalore now." Ollivander looked at Snape, "The Doctors all know that the journey will eventually reach its end. We just hope to do more meaningful things during the journey, and, we believe that this meaning will not perish because of the termination of the Doctor project."

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

"Very right." Donna suddenly said, "As long as it is to do the right thing, we don't necessarily have to hold on 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 away by various events... this is very different."

Hearing this, Harry vaguely had a deeper understanding of the tragedy that happened last year. Perhaps, it was not all out of Barty's deception, it was also possible that the Doctors knew that this scene would happen, and were pleased to notice that they could take Voldemort to be buried with them 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. If the Doctors continued to study fate, it would be a good feint, but if they studied everything, if they really studied something else, the situation would be out of control.

Even, because of the Department of Mysteries, the person who would benefit first would 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 relatively smoothly, in fact, this is enough. We need to study magic more deeply, fate or other things, first we must have a framework, take the first step, this is the most important." Harry's train of thought was still relatively clear, "And whether Tonks is willing to become that 'heroic' Doctor, inheriting that spirit or something, actually it 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.

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

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

Snape said this and strode toward the outside of the door, looking like he had thought of something else.

"Donna, your name is 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 an 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 prophecy?

"Oh right, I also 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 aisle after another, then turned into row ninety-seven, and then, a little inside the shelf, Harry really saw a glass ball with his name on it.

Under the dusty glass ball, a yellowed label was inserted on the shelf, on which a date about sixteen years ago was written in fine, neat handwriting, followed by:

The Dark Lord and (?) Harry Potter.

Harry remembered what Ollivander had just explained, the first line was the prophet, and the person requesting the prophecy, while the second line was the person involved in the prophecy.

Out of curiosity, he learned Ollivander's method and pointed his wand at the top of the ball.

A low, hoarse, but familiar voice sounded, "The one with the power to vanquish 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... one must survive..."

It turned out to be Voldemort's old calendar, Harry thought so, secretly relieved.

He carried a relaxed mentality to guess the prophet's name. Knowing the first letter, Harry quickly had a guess: this prophecy was made by Sybill Patricia Trelawney to Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.

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

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

Harry didn't take Voldemort to heart at all, he knew that the bad guy would never come back. Therefore, the biggest inspiration this prophecy gave him was: perhaps Trelawney was indeed a prophet with a level, but the teaching method was a bit abstract, which caused students to have unnecessary doubts about her.