The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

News of Newt becoming a substitute teacher for Conservation of Magical Creatures spread as soon as the get out of class began, and all the students except a few young wizards in Gryffindor were excited: this is Newt Scamman! Tom and the others in the box accompanied the news and spread to all corners of the school.

If there is a hot search list on campus, then Newt must be the number one on today's list. Hagrid, Malfoy, Hippogriff are all left behind, and everyone is talking about Professor Scamander. and his magic box.

After lunch, Tom headed back to the lounge where he was ready to get a good night's sleep for the afternoon lessons. But three girls blocked his way. He recognized the three, two of them were Gryffindor third-year students, one was Parvati Patil, the other was Lavender Brown, and the third was Parvati's sister, Lavender. Padma Patil of Venclaw College.

The two sisters left a very deep impression on Tom.

"Mr. Yodel, can I delay you a little?" Parvati stopped Tom and looked at him hopefully, "Just a few minutes."

Tom glanced at Hermione, she straightened the shoulder straps of her schoolbag, "Then I'll go back to the lounge first, see you in the afternoon!" After speaking, she squeezed into the crowd and disappeared.

The three of Parvati took Tom to an empty classroom and explained their purpose to him.

It turned out that Parvati and Lavender respected Professor Trelawney almost admiringly, so every prophecy she made was kept in their hearts by these two people, and they troubled them day and night.

"It's okay to be wary of redheads, I just have to be careful when redheads pass by, but Yodell, Professor Trelawney said, Lavender's worst fear will be on October 16th. What should we do?” Parvati told Tom about their worries.

In their eyes, Tom Yodell, who has been praised by Professor Trelawney, may be able to help them solve their problems.

But Tom's mood is very outrageous: what do you think of me? Am I the roadside fortune teller who breaks the scourge of blood and light? Tom had no choice but to correct their erroneous views.

"Fortune-telling is to accurately display the established destiny. When it comes to this, I have to say, don't take every word of the professor seriously. Excessive embellishment will only make people misunderstood. The worldly life pollutes the professor. It is because of her own eyes that her judgment is not so accurate. And fate is called fate because it cannot be changed, cannot be violated, and can only be accepted." Tom put his divination in his heart. The definition was shared with the three little girls.

Seeing their confused eyes, Tom knew they didn't understand at all.

Lavender thought for a moment and retorted: "Professor Trelawney's predictions are very accurate, and many of her predictions have come true - such as those for Neville, so those predictions that did not come true are just It's not time yet."

Tom sighed, "This is not the point, I mean that the predicted future cannot be reversed. The fortune-tellers only peep a corner of the future through various means, but they are powerless to reverse the future - if it is reversed, then It is also fate."

Lavender clearly could not accept this negative statement, and she wanted to argue more, but was stopped by Parvati.

"So at least tell us in advance what will happen to Lavender that day, so we can be mentally prepared."

Tom only felt that his head was big, but there was nothing he could do. Let's practice his hands with them, he thought, so he agreed.

"But I don't have the props for divination..."

"It's okay, we'll bring it." Lavender and Sister Petil quickly took out a set of divination tools: teapot, teacup, tea leaves, crystal ball...

They quickly put the teapot on the table and used magic to boil the water in it, and then Lavender drank the tea in his cup with Tom's astonishing speed, leaving behind a drop of tea residue.

She handled the tea dregs the way Professor Trelawney had taught her and handed them to Tom. Tom daringly looked at Lavender's tea residue and began to decipher it.

"Uh, this... looks like a rabbit?" Lavender gasped at the side, and Tom continued to turn the cup counterclockwise, "It seems that there is a fox behind the rabbit, so the fox chased the rabbit?"

Lavender exclaimed, "It must be my rabbit! Thank you, Yordle!" She bounced off her seat and ran towards the owl shed.

Parvati spread his hands: "Look, the fate of Lavender's rabbit may have changed."

Tom didn't care about the fate of Lavender's rabbits, he just kept it in his mind, and planned to ask Lavender when October 16th arrived, if "the thing she was most afraid of" happened. On the way back to the common room, Tom also saw Professor Lupin who was walking around the corridor with a suitcase.

It appears that the professor is looking for something, or creature, in every corner of Hogwarts Castle. His complexion was much better than when he was on the train, and he should have received sufficient rest and nutrition.

In the afternoon, Tom came to the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom on time, waiting for Professor Lupin's arrival, but until the class bell rang, other little wizards had already arrived one after another, and the professor did not appear.

About five minutes later, Lupin pushed open the door to the classroom.

"Good afternoon everyone, please put your textbooks back in your schoolbag. Today we have a practical class." Lu Ping had a faint smile on his face. Although he was still in rags, his temperament was quite different.

Last year's "Lockhart" professor also often gave practical classes, so the students were not surprised, just curious what kind of courses the professor would bring to them.

"You guys are lucky. I already planned to let you read the textbooks today... But one second before the class bell rang, I found this little guy..." Professor Lupin greeted the students out of the classroom and led the They walked in the direction of the staff lounge.

While Professor Lupin was speaking, Anthony Goldstein, who was walking at the end of the line, felt a tap on his shoulder. He looked back, but only saw an empty corridor.

He was a little confused, and after thinking for a few seconds, goosebumps suddenly appeared on his body: I ​​was at the end of the line, there was no one behind me, who was that person who tapped me on the shoulder? !

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