In her drowsy state, Lys found herself holding a piece of parchment—her O.W.L. exam results...
Unbelievable! There was a T (Troll) on the report card!
She struggled to see which subject it was, her vision shifting from blurry to clear. A T in Divination pierced Lys's heart like a dagger.
She rushed up to the Divination professor's tower, searching through the complex tangle of colorful threads hanging from the ceiling for that drunken Gypsy witch.
Painted goat skulls hung upside down from the walls, their hollow eye sockets seeming to fix Lys with an unknown gaze.
"I should have gotten an O (Outstanding)! I clearly saw something in the crystal ball... I saw..."
Saw what?
Lys froze in place. What had she seen?
The threads from the ceiling began falling as Lys strained to remember, wrapping around her in tangles.
She had definitely seen something...
The paint on those goat skulls lost its color and fell to the ground with heavy thuds.
No sunlight streamed through the tower window anymore; it was as if black curtains had blocked out sun and moon, leaving only dim grey light that began stripping away all color.
More and more threads fell, entangling her so she couldn't break free. The tower's colors receded like a tide, leaving everything in black and white except for a single crystal ball resting on a dark green velvet cushion—the only focal point.
That's right—this was where she'd seen it...
Outside the dream, Lys was trembling. Gabon lay beside her pillow, amber eyes fixed on her, quickly shifting into an alert position crouched by her left side.
She had definitely seen it! She tried to lift her arm to push the crystal ball away, but it felt like a thousand pounds pressed down on it. The immovable crystal ball began filling with mist.
The report card slipped from her grasp and fell to the floor. The mist swirled faster and faster, and Lys's breathing grew more rapid. She seemed to know what would appear in that crystal ball.
"No, I can't..."
Gabon on her arm turned his head toward Lys, shifted position, and settled on her stomach.
The crystal ball fell to the floor with Lys's movement, but the mist inside didn't stop churning.
A scarred left arm appeared in the mist, bearing the stark black Dark Mark, pointing toward a tall, terrifying figure.
Something else seemed to emerge beyond the mist. Lys didn't want to see it—she felt anticipation, yet also fear and terror!
"No, I can't!"
The mist gradually seeped out from the crystal ball. Lys was so terrified she began shaking. Her hand seemed to touch a face wet with helpless tears, while somewhere people cheered and others wailed in grief...
Gabon on her stomach raised his head and simply climbed onto Lys's head, pressing down over her mouth.
Feeling suffocated, Lys finally woke up just before losing consciousness.
She pushed Gabon's belly off her face and gasped for air.
She anxiously tried to recall the increasingly blurred and chaotic latter part of the dream, but couldn't remember clearly...
Steadying her breathing, she sat back up in bed and tried to remember again.
Do wizards' dreams really have any magical significance?
Lys didn't know, but her unease was obvious. She repeatedly urged Lucius to take the trade matters back into his own hands—she wanted to return to Germany as quickly as possible.
Her restlessness made Lucius somewhat impatient. "You'll be able to go back soon. The Lord has stopped pressing us. Once I finish wrapping up my affairs, you can leave in two days at most."
"So, Miss Stalys, take this document to the Ministry's Department of International Magical Trading this week. Get it sorted, and our reunion can finally end, all right?"
Lucius found it hard to understand why someone who had always been steady and perceptive—if not particularly brilliant—had become so troublesome lately.
The Lord's affairs were finally coming to an end, he still hadn't fully recovered from the Cruciatus Curse, and she was acting as if being chased by Avada Kedavra, desperate to leave.
Could it be...
Lucius absently touched his pale hair at the back of his head, struck by an odd thought—
Could it be... she's missing her child?
But that very night, he had no mind to continue speculating with Narcissa about who the father of Lys's child might be.
He received word:
The Dark Lord is dead!
The Ministry of Magic will arrive at his house with a search warrant in ten minutes!
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