Chapter 871 - The Foretelling (2/2)
Striding directly to row forty-five, Rodolphus paused at the long alley of shelves filled with tiny yellowing labels on dusty glass orbs. Some of the orbs have a weird, glowing liquid; others are dull and dark as if about to glow out like the wick of a candle. His eyes become drawn to the glistening orb that is not yet coated in dust. The scribbled tag reads, ”The Broken Serpent, the Roused Lion, and the Three-faced Runespoor, and the abomination, Hydra.”
Rodolphus's eyes linger on the last written word on the tag. His mind pieces together the puzzle and connects the symbol to that which he had a presence at the time of S.R. Wilke's death. For a moment, he is sorely tempted to reach out and touch the orb, but he knows that the orb is enchanted to not be taken except by the Keeper of the Prophecy Hall and the prophecy holder. Should another attempt such a feat, there would be dire consequences. Instead, he points his wand at the tag and murmurs a spell under his breath. The prophecy tag transforms to read as ”Lord Voldemort and Hydra,” just as Capricorn had instructed him to.
Rapidly putting his wand away, Rodolphus in a loud voice says, ”Milord, I have found the prophecy orb!”
Devante along with Voldemort hurry towards Rodolphus Lestrange with Nagini leading the way. The three arrive at row forty-five to see Lestrange stepping back and gesturing to a glittering orb. Voldemort eagerly strides forward and halts before the glowing orb. His crimson eyes narrow at reading the prophecy tag, ”Lord Voldemort and Hydra.”
”Hydra?” Voldemort whispered to himself causing his crimson eyes to glow with a hint of old fury. It must be his enemy! His crimson eyes glow with old madness for a moment, before the madness passes and his mind becomes clear again.
Voldemort's pale, thin spider-like fingers reach out and carefully grasped the orb, before crushing it in his hand. The prophecy orb shatters and the mystical, ethereal voice of Sybill Trelawney is heard. ”That which Cassandra has spoken is gone, but that which spoken can never be truly be taken. And so, it returns, and so I say, 'Two stars have fallen, both equal in might…. Both filled with darkness and despair…. But neither can live for the Hydra hides in the shadows…. Long forgotten, long thought gone, but not all things that are forgotten are ever truly gone...The Hydra will consume them both….and the world shall finally perish and fall away into utter darkness...-Yet life and death will clasp hands in solemn accord, the Hydra must perish...”
”At long last, I glimpse the identity of my foe,” Voldemort thought devilishly to himself. As a consequence, a terrible grin appeared on his face causing the hair of those watching to stand on end.
Without the aid of a wand nor verbal incantation, Voldemort casts the vanishing spell upon the broken prophecy glass orb shards erasing them from existence. ”The giants will not be able to hold out for much longer,” he commented as his crimson serpent eyes blinked in pŀėȧsurė, before turning them upon Nott.
Devante appears startled at the Dark Lord's sudden attention before a sly grin spread across his face. ”I have little doubt that Master anticipated the Giants' losses and I would even go as far as to suggest that that was master's intentional plan all along,” he said with great flattery.
”It is not your place to speak on the subject, Nott,” Voldemort sneered in displeasure said causing Devante to hurriedly bow in apology.
A hint of surprise flashed through Devante's eyes at the Dark Lord's refusal of flattery. The Dark Lord in the past had quite enjoyed and basked in the flattery of his followers. And yet, the Dark Lord seemed especially disgusted by his flattery. The soul shard within Devante Nott slowly began to awaken causing a gleam to flash through his eyes as the soul shard emerged from his magical core to completely take over the host. The puppet was not acting according to the script.. They would have to rectify the situation immediately.