"Is that so?" Professor Trelawney whispered, quickly jotting something down on the parchment on her lap. "My child, can you see anything else? What are these two people doing?"
"They... seem to be fighting, dueling... wands raised to their chests, it's a dark wizard and a boy..." Orli mimicked Trelawney's mystical tone.
"Look closely, which of these two is still alive?" Professor Trelawney asked in a ghostly voice.
"One of them is dead... but seems to have resurrected... and the other one... oh, the other one is completely dead..." Orli said. Her words implied that Harry would die but come back to life, while Voldemort would be completely dead in the end.
However, Trelawney seemed to interpret it the opposite way: she seemed to think Voldemort would resurrect while Harry would be completely dead. But the final result was still satisfactory, as Trelawney looked quite pleased: "Very well, dear, we'll stop here. Your talent is much better than your friends', with practice..."
Practice? Practice lying? Ha, never. Orli thought to herself, but had to admit she'd told countless lies over the past three years.
Finally, all the final exams were over. Along with them, the persistent heatwave also ended. Many students took the last week before leaving school to have fun in Hogsmeade, and the quartet was no exception.
Sirius had bought a two-story detached house in Hogsmeade, planning to open a pub on the ground floor and live on the second floor, with a room ready for Harry, filled with everything he thought a teenage boy would like. Harry constantly mentioned "Sirius..." or "My godfather..." more frequently than Malfoy had mentioned "My father..." over the past three years.
The pub, named "Prongs," was set to open on the last day before the summer holidays. Harry, along with Orli and the others, went early in the morning to support Sirius. For Orli, the opportunity to go to Hogsmeade openly was rare, and this chance was specially granted by Dumbledore for Sirius's pub opening.
A huge double-headed antlered steel fork stood at the entrance of the pub, resembling the large antlers of a stag.
"Harry! You're early!" Sirius strode up, giving Harry a hearty hug on the shoulder and greeting Orli, Ron, and Hermione with a smile.
"Do you know why I named the pub this?" Sirius asked enthusiastically.
"Of course, because of Harry's dad. Harry's mentioned it so much my ears are growing calluses," Ron said, exaggeratingly digging at his ear.
The inside of the pub was decorated with various Quidditch-themed posters and team crests, with walls adorned with broomsticks from the oldest to the latest generations.
The entire wall behind the bar was lined with a variety of eclectic drinks and beverages, which, even with their stoppers tightly sealed, continued to spray colorful mists and bubbles from the gaps.
Countless miniature magical figures flew around the booths and chandeliers on their mini broomsticks, even hitting around tiny Bludgers and Quaffles. One figure suddenly dived dangerously from mid-air, nearly crashing into a glass on the bar, but eventually soared back up triumphantly, holding a very small Golden Snitch.
Orli squinted to look closely and realized they were toy models made to resemble real players from international Quidditch clubs.
"This is the Chudley Cannons!" Ron seemed to be in heaven, chasing one of the teams of figures, which were so frightened they shot up to the ceiling.
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