Hogwarts: Please Graduate Soon

Sybill·Trelawney, a descendant of the famous soothsayer Cassandra Trelawney, claims to be a master of divination with open eyes, and talks all day long.

Although the name is resounding, in fact, in the hearts of Hogwarts students, this professor is also a dawdling professor.

No one ever learned anything useful in a divination class.

Only a few people at the guest of honor table knew that Trelawney was actually a real person.

More than ten years ago, the previous Divination professor at Hogwarts retired.

When Dumbledore was worrying about suitable candidates, Trelawney took the initiative to recommend himself, so he held a temporary interview at the Pig's Head Bar.

The result was disappointing. Although Dumbledore only had a "little understanding" of divination, it could be seen that this woman was all talking nonsense and had no real knowledge.

But just when he was about to reject Trelawney, the other person seemed to have changed into a different person and made a prophecy that would affect the future development of the entire magical world.

[The man with the energy to conquer the Dark Lord approaches. He was born in a family that defeated the Dark Lord three times. He was born at the end of the seventh month.

Black Touch marks him as a powerful enemy, but he has energy that black magic does not understand. One must die at the hands of the other, because both cannot live. 】

Because of this prophecy, the Potters died, the Longbottoms went crazy, and the Dark Lord became a lonely ghost.

And the influence of the prophecy continues until the winner is finally decided.

This state, which Trelawney calls the power of the Third Eye, is true prophecy.

People with such abilities are extremely rare in history.

Therefore, even though Trelawney usually earned a mixed salary, Dumbledore had never thought of expelling him for more than ten years.

Just to have the opportunity to make the prophecies I heard like now.

Her scream also attracted the attention of other professors, but they just saw Trelawney staring blankly at the tea cup in front of her and ignored her.

Lockhart smiled heartily, and just as he was about to open his mouth to liven up the atmosphere, he saw Dumbledore's calm gaze under his half-moon glasses.

All of a sudden, all the words were invited back.

The powerful aura surprised all the professors, but seeing Dumbledore staring at Trelawney, no one dared to speak.

Snape thought of something, his face changed wildly, and he turned his head like Dumbledore.

There was even a ferocious look on his face.

The depressing atmosphere seemed to be contagious. More and more young wizards noticed the changes in the guest seat, staring there and whispering.

Finally, Trelawney, who seemed to be sleeping, spoke.

[The darkness is divided into two, and the mist in the distance is dyed into delicate gray. When the devil returns, the world changes quietly.

"We will finally see the true legend...ah!]

Halfway through, Trelawney felt like he was waking up from a nightmare, his eyes widened after screaming, and he was covered in cold sweat.

Then she realized that almost everyone in the auditorium was staring at her.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Trelawney patted his chest: "My third eye has brought too much burden to me. Did you just fall asleep?"

"Thank you for your hard work, Sybill." Dumbledore said calmly:

"I can see that you are worried about the students. If you feel uncomfortable, you can go back and rest first.

"No, no, no, this is my duty." Sybill seemed to have no idea what he just said, and continued to eat the steak and took a sip of the rum he brought with him.

Snape wanted to speak, but was silenced by Dumbledore's eyes.

The guest of honor seat gradually returned to normal. The little wizards below saw that there was no more excitement, and the noise came again.

The topic everyone was talking about was the language Trelawney just said.

"Did you hear what Trelawney just said?" Cedric looked at the little badgers around him.

"She seemed to have said...Dark Lord?"

"Calm down, Cedric." Henderson shrugged: "She's always like this, startled.

"Perhaps he is making some strange prophecy again to scare Dumbledore so he can keep his job."

"That's right." Master Trelawney interjected: "You have never taken a divination class, so you don't know. In the first class every year, Professor Trelawney predicts a person's death. So far, he has never been able to predict it accurately."

"Is that so?" Cedric was a little confused. After all, Trelawney's performance just now was indeed very bluffing.

"Wayne, what do you think?"

"Sit and watch." Wayne looked nonchalant, but deep down he wasn't at peace either.

I always feel that this prophecy is directed at him.

Normally Trelawney is a liar, but just now... he was probably in a state of being possessed by a god, and he had to take what he said seriously.

Unable to figure it out for a while, Wayne kept Trelawney's prediction firmly in mind and prepared to go back and put it out slowly.

The Halloween dinner ended in a relatively normal state.

Compared with the thrills brought by the trolls last year, Trelawney's prophecy can only be regarded as a minor episode.

At the moment when all the food disappeared, Harry and Ronald had just finished attending Nick's death anniversary.

The two of them looked at the shiny new plate with desperate eyes.

All the food on the anniversary party was moldy, and they didn’t even eat a bite!

The students returned to their dormitories and began the celebration activities in the college.

Snape followed Dumbledore to his office.

"Did you understand the prophecy just now?"?"

"No." Dumbledore shook his head slowly, he was also thinking.

"Is this a show, or..." Snape asked again.

"I'm sure, Severus, that Sybill was in the same state as he was that night."

"I believe you should also remember it fresh."

Snape clenched his fists tightly and his eyes were red.

How could he not remember.

It was he who told Voldemort the prophecy and killed Lily!

"We have to figure out what she means. She said that the Dark Lord will come back."

"We have reached a consensus on this point." Dumbledore nodded: "But more questions have arisen.

"Split into two, the mist in the distance turned into delicate ashes, and the last unfinished prophecy.

"What do these represent?"

Snape frowned.

For the first time, he hated his incomparable stupidity, why he couldn't even figure out a prediction.

"I'll ask Trelawney." With that said, Snape was about to get up, but was stopped by Dumbledore.

"She won't remember what she said in this state. We have to rely on ourselves."

"Then do you want to continue with your plan?" Snape was irritated: "What's the use of Potter? He can't do anything at all.

Dumbledore sighed; "This is not something we can decide. Tom firmly believes in the prophecy."

"This is what the Delphic prophecy is like. The change of trajectory is not important, but it will eventually reach the same destination.

Snape slumped in his chair dejectedly.

The heat of the prophecy passed quickly.

By the next day, almost no one was discussing the topic anymore.

The senior students have become accustomed to Trelawney's amazing words, and he has popularized it among the younger students. Except for some students who are obsessed with fortune telling and divination, almost everyone has forgotten about it.

Because something more exciting is coming.

Entering November means that this year's Quidditch match is about to begin.

Except for Ravenclaw, the other three teams are extremely ambitious and have their sights set on the Quidditch trophy.

At the end of Hufflepuff's school year, the three of Twoley will graduate from school. This is their last chance.

Coupled with the luxurious configuration of all Nimbus 2000, Cedric and even Nimbus 2001, it is definitely at its peak.

Slytherin has the same idea. Seven Nimbus 2001 is exactly the same as the configuration of the professional team.

Especially their captain Marcus Flint, who is completely red-eyed.

Times have been very difficult for the Flint family recently.

The smuggling channels that used to be smooth and smooth in the past have been subject to fierce sniping. Things have been seized by the local Ministry of Magic before they have received the money.

This has caused heavy losses to the Flint family, but it is not over yet.

In the UK, Arthur Weasley comes to check on the Flint family every now and then?

If it were Arthur, the Flint family wouldn't be afraid.

But this guy actually invited Alastor Moody, who had been retired for many years!

Who is Moody?

The strongest Auror in history, he filled almost all of Azkaban, and is almost a living legend.

Under the observation of Moody's magic eye, a lot of contraband was actually found in the Flint family, and Douglas Flint was faced with multiple charges.

He relied on several layers of connections to find the person who targeted him.

One is the Scamander family, and the other is actually the French Ministry of Magic.

He couldn't understand the situation in France in depth, but the Scamander family...

It didn't run away, it was definitely Lawrence's handiwork.

What made Flint even more desperate was that the pure-blood families he contacted did not give any response.

Voldemort is gone, but there is still Dumbledore.

Making trouble secretly is the limit of what they can do. Only fools would do this if they directly stand up and provoke people face to face.

Marcus Flint hated Wayne, but he was also afraid.

He could only hope to defeat Hufflepuff in the Quidditch match and see the frustrated expression on his opponent's face.

Needless to say, Gryffindor, with Wood's persistence and enthusiasm for Quidditch.

Every year is the most promising year for Gryffindor.

Just like last year, the first game pitted Gryffindors against Slytherins.

The smell of gunpowder in the castle became stronger as the game date approached.

Not only the team members, but also the other little wizards disliked each other, and many conflicts had broken out in the school.

However, everyone wisely did not choose to be discovered by the professor.

Even if you suffer a loss, you will not choose to report it.

There was no way around it. The scores of the two colleges had been reduced by Wayne. As long as there was a fight, points would be deducted from both sides, and they would definitely be severely punished by the dean after they returned.

On the Saturday before the game, Harry and Malfoy simply stopped practicing spells and directly raised their fists to initiate physical communication.

Wayne also happily watched ten games of the junior version of WWE.

In the past few days, he had been thinking about Trelawney's prophecy.

He roughly understood the first few sentences, but the last sentence was unfinished. It always felt very important, but there was an extremely lack of clues.

"This guy is a bit evil..." After seeing Trelawney's terror, Wayne also changed his mind.

Originally he didn't plan to take the divination course in his third grade, but now he is planning to take a look.

In case Trelawney gets sick again, oh no, give it a try.

You can also take a closer look.

On Friday afternoon, Wayne, who had accompanied Hermione to finish her homework in the library, returned to the lounge and saw everyone looking sad.

Twoley was frantically asking for someone's genealogy in the corner.

"what happened?

Susan sighed: "I just came to inform you that the schedule of the Quidditch match has changed.

*`“The Slytherin Emperor players caught a cold, so their game was postponed. Tomorrow’s game will be between us and Ravenclaw.

"That's pure fart!" Cedric, who has always been gentle and gentle, rarely cursed:

"The Slytherins I'm in class with are all alive and kicking, and they don't look sick at all!"

"Same here." Henderson said dullly, "Snape even gave them ten extra points in Potions class."

"It's just because it's going to rain tomorrow and they're afraid they won't be able to take advantage of the new broom." Twore scolded angrily.

The dark clouds outside are so thick that they are almost pressing down on the ground, and the continuous rain will continue for at least two or three days.

hiss!

Wayne couldn't help but gasp.

This operation is worthy of Snape.

Even more than Tang San.

"Mrs. Hooch agreed, how can his hands be so long?" Wayne asked with some confusion.

"We are also wondering." Twore patted his thigh: "But the notice has come out, so I have to bite the bullet tomorrow.

Slytherin was afraid that he wouldn't be able to use his broom to his advantage, and so was Hufflepuff.

Rainy days will also affect the Seeker's sight. Luck is very crucial to who wins in the end.

It's obviously a sure-win game, but it requires luck. No wonder everyone is in such an atmosphere.

"Don't worry." Wayne suddenly smiled and everyone looked at him.

"I promise, the weather will be sunny tomorrow"

Early Saturday morning, Wayne followed the Quidditch players to the Great Hall.

The atmosphere in the auditorium was very strange at this time. The long table between Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw was very dull. Gryffindor wanted to laugh, but had scruples and kept his head down while eating.

Only Slytherin, those students who were said to have colds, all had red faces, and would cough loudly from time to time, causing the people around them to laugh wildly.

Seeing Wayne, Cedric and others arriving, I laughed even more joyfully.

Snape at the guest of honor was also in a very happy mood, slowly cutting eggs with a knife and fork.

Feeling Wayne's gaze, she actually smiled at him.

Without taking a seat, Wayne came to Qiu's side.

The girl was pouting, cursing Snape under her breath, and even Mrs. Qi's name.

Seeing Wayne, she quickly regained her ladylike demeanor.

"Don't hold it back, scold her if you want." Wayne smiled and touched her head.

For the convenience of the competition, Qiu (Nuo Haozhao) specially tied up her long hair and pinned it with a hairpin, forming a bun.

"Wayne..." The girl acted coquettishly.

"Do you believe me?" Wayne asked.

"Of course!"

Qiu's answer was without hesitation, and he said nervously: "But don't do anything stupid."

"We're not sure it was Snape either."

"No." Wayne promised firmly: "How can I let you compete in the rain? Just leave it to me.

Not far away, Roger Davis looked at Wayne with admiration.

Write it down. You must write this sentence down!

It was approaching eleven o'clock, and students wearing raincoats came to the Quidditch pitch one after another. The sky was gray and thick with fog, and the visibility was no more than ten meters above ground.

But this still didn't stop the enthusiasm for fighting.

Wayne deliberately stayed a few steps behind and came to Snape's side.

"How did you get Mrs. Hooch to agree to change the schedule."

"Lawrence, you have to speak responsibly." Snape couldn't help but raise his lips: "What evidence do you have to support your slander of two professors at the same time?"

Wayne silently took out a bottle of truth serum.

"Don't make me pour it into your mouth."

Snape's eyelids twitched.

Could it be that your boy was born with the Holy Body of Azkaban?

But given Wayne's tendency to go crazy in the past, he must admit that this threat was effective.

Others are trying to scare people, but he really dares to do this!

"I gave Mrs. Hooch a year's worth of beauty potions."

Wayne sighed: "What a dog..."

"It's too late to say anything now." In order to regain his position, Snape sneered: "The game starts in a quarter of an hour, what can you do?"

"What do you think?" Wayne smiled mysteriously and did not answer directly.

Snape didn't care, he just thought Wayne was being harsh.

Arriving at the Hufflepuff stands, the game was about to start. Wayne looked up at the sky and put his hand to his mouth.

"Wha~!!!"

The loud whistle sound is blessed by magic and floats far and wide.

Chapter one today.