Chapter 189 Snape: Black dog, it’s time to drink medicine!
Of course Harry didn't know what happened to Sirius, nor did he know that Vivi was plotting against his godfather.
He was now following Professor Dumbledore and Mr. Weasley towards the courtroom.
The courtroom was very retro, at least that's what Harry thought. The surrounding walls were made of black stone, and the light from the torches was dim and eerie.
He really couldn't figure out why torches were used for lighting - because the courtroom was not illuminated by torches at all, but by the sphere on the ceiling that was emitting silvery white light.
Harry followed Mr. Weasley to the rows of benches that were gradually rising, and found two empty seats to sit on.
Dumbledore walked to the highest chairs and sat with many dark figures.
The people on the high chairs had been whispering since before they entered the courtroom, and when the heavy door closed, a solemn and solemn atmosphere fell.
This was the atmosphere that the Inquisition should have, at least that's what Harry thought.
But soon, someone called Harry away again and asked him to sit on the edge of the highest chairs.
Because he is an important person and an important party.
There were about fifty people sitting on those high chairs, and Harry didn't count them carefully anyway; they were wearing purple robes, with a delicate silver "W" embroidered on the left chest, which is Wizengamot (Wizengamot). ) abbreviation.
They all looked down at him, some with kind expressions, while others did not conceal their inner concern.
In the middle of the row of chairs sat the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge.
Fudge was wearing the dark yellow-green bowler hat he always put on his head, and looked at Harry with a very kind expression, as if he were looking at his own son.
Dumbledore was sitting next to Fudge, and Harry didn't know how the seats were arranged. Anyway...he didn't find any pattern.
According to Dumbledore's status, he is the president of the International Federation of Wizards and the chief wizard of the Wizengamot. Logically speaking, he should sit in Fudge's position.
I just don’t know why the seats are arranged like this.
"Good," Fudge said, clearing his throat, "The jury is finally here, let's get started - are you ready?"
he asked loudly across the bench.
"Yes, sir." A young man not far away replied, holding a quill in his hand as if he was recording something.
"The trial on October 13th," Fudge said in a booming voice, and the young man hurriedly started taking notes, "a retrial of twelve years ago - the murder of the Potters and the explosion caused by Sirius Black , the murder of a dozen Muggles and Peter Pettigrew."
"Interrogator: Cornelius Oswald Fudge, Minister for Magic; Amelia 'Susan' Bones, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement."
At this point, Fudge cleared his throat and said again: "Bring the defendant, Peter Pedillo, up -"
As Fudge's voice fell, the door opened with a bang, and several Aurors took Peter Pettigrew's arms and led him into the trial room.
Seeing the figure of Peter Pettigrew, the members of the Wizengamot were all whispering to each other. Their eyes were staring at Peter Pettigrew. Some were shocked, shocked that it turned out to be true - while others were sighing, lamenting the gain. Peter Pettigrew, who was awarded the Order of Merlin First Class, turned out to be a tragedy he directed and acted in...
Peter Pettigrew was taken to the chair in the middle by the Aurors and sat down. Immediately, there was a clicking sound of taking pictures all around.
Some wizards in the Wizengamot Council frowned, but none said anything.
Allowing reporters to enter the Wizengamot courtroom is a special permission granted by the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge. Even if they object, it will be of no use. It is better to remain silent.
This was part of Fudge's plan to create an image of him as a man who was seeking truth from facts.
"The defendant, Peter Pedro." Fudge said loudly: "Yes, yes, the Ministry of Magic was once deceived by this so-called 'hero' and allowed another hero to be imprisoned unjustly - but now, to set things right, The opportunity has come, we must find out the truth of the matter and give justice to the innocent——"
The sound of reporters taking photos sounded again.
"First check the identity information of both parties, plaintiff."
Fudge looked at Harry.
"Introduce yourself." The wizard next to him reminded in a low voice.
Harry understood, stood up and introduced himself: "Harry Potter, born on July 31, 1980, lives at No. 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, London. He is currently studying in the third year of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Llanffindor Academy ”
After Fudge finished speaking, he said again: "The defendant."
"Peter Pedro." Peter said weakly: "He studied at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but now... he has no address now."
"Do both parties have any objections to the identity and qualifications of the other party's court appearance?" Fudge asked again.
"No objection," the two said.
"Have both parties applied for recusal of the trial personnel, clerks and other relevant personnel in this case?" Fudge asked.
"I won't apply for recusal." they replied.
"Now inform both parties of their rights and obligations in the lawsuit."
Fudge said, reaching for a text on the table and reading it carefully to the two of them.
After the reading, Fudge raised his head and said, "Did both parties hear clearly?"
"I heard clearly." they replied.
"Now, I will state the claims, facts and reasons on behalf of the plaintiff." Fudge put down the text and said.
"The plaintiff, Harry Potter," he continued, "accuses the defendant, Peter Pedro, who, as the keeper of the Fidelity Charm, betrayed his friends, James Potter and Lily Potter, who asked him to keep it secret. , leaked their hiding place to Voldemort..."
When he said Voldemort's name, Fudge shivered slightly, but he hid it very discreetly.
As the Minister of Magic, everyone can say "You-Know-Who", but he is the only one who cannot say it in public.
As a minister, you dare not even say the name of your enemy... This is undoubtedly a huge shame, isn't it?
"After this."
Fudge recovered quickly, and his pause was well disguised as if he had just spoken - a basic quality of a veteran politician.
He continued: "Sirius Black learned of Peter Pedro's betrayal. He chased Peter to a Muggle street. Then Peter used a spell to detonate the street, killing twelve Muggles who were watching. The defendant, Peter Pedro, had no objection to the accusations made by the accuser, Harry Potter."
Peter opened his mouth and looked at Harry with his small green bean-like eyes, but it turned into a sigh.
"No," he said.
Of course he knew that even if he escaped the Wizengamot trial, Harry would definitely find a hundred ways to make his life worse than death.
Rather than falling into Harry's hands, it would be better to go to Azkaban - he is an Animagus anyway, and there are plenty of ways to escape from it.
Thinking this way, Peter felt a little more at ease.
"I have a question." Ms. Burns suddenly said: "As for the secret keeper, I remember originally saying that the Potters' secret keeper was not Sirius Black? Why was it suddenly changed to Peter Pettigrew?"
"Defendant, can you explain the situation?" Fudge asked.
"Yes." Peter Pettigrew shuddered, "This, this is all Sirius's fault."
Even now, he still wants to blame others: "He and James suggested that he had angered the Death Eaters and the Dark Lord and was being hunted now, so he might as well leave the secret to me—— I have always been insignificant in their eyes and as timid as a mouse, so they are not worried about the Death Eaters targeting me. In their eyes, no one would think that James would hand over the secret to me. After all, I... so Inconspicuous.”
When Peter Pettigrew said this, a glint flashed in his eyes.
"But what they didn't expect was that I had taken refuge in the Dark Lord a long time ago - you know? I was really afraid of death, so I took refuge in the Dark Lord, but I just wanted to live, what was wrong with me!"
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"Plaintiff." Fudge looked back at Harry, "What do you want to say to him?"
"Pedillo." Harry looked at Peter with calm eyes: "He trusts you so much, but what about you? You said you were afraid of death, but you were able to turn into a mouse and live silently in the Weasley family for twelve years. , and lived under Dumbledore’s nose for almost seven years—since You became Percy Ignatius Weasley's pet and entered Hogwarts with him. This is enough to prove that you have the ability to survive. But you still betrayed my father. Is this really true? Is fear of death driving you? ”
Harry's words were impeccable.
Everyone knows about Dumbledore's ability. Being able to turn into a mouse without being discovered by Dumbledore proves that he has the ability to slip under Voldemort's nose without being discovered.
He said he was afraid of death, couldn't he secretly turn into a mouse and hide?
No one believed Voldemort would find him.
"I, I..."
Peter opened his mouth, but was speechless.
He didn't know what to say, and it seemed that all his defenses seemed feeble at this moment.
Yes, James trusts you so much, and your ability is to transform into a mouse...
As long as you hide it secretly, it will never happen...
So why?
Ms. Burns's two thick eyebrows were raised high. She didn't like the timid Peter Pedillo in front of her, who was as timid as a mouse and an Animagus was also a mouse.
"Since the defendant has given up his defense." Fudge began to announce the final sentence: "According to the law, I sentence Peter Pedro to life imprisonment in Azkaban! And recover the Order of Merlin, First Class Medal!"
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"Furthermore," Fudge added: "I declare Sirius Black... not guilty!"
With Fudge's final verdict, Peter Pettigrew seemed to have lost his spine and slumped in his chair.
He had long known that such a day would come, but when such a day actually came, he still felt a little... hard to accept it.
Soon, Peter Pettigrew was taken away by the Aurors.
"I declare that this trial is over." Fudge announced with satisfaction.
But he felt that the only flaw was that Sirius Black was not in the courtroom now, otherwise the reporters would have been able to witness a touching scene of sincerity and beauty.
Harry immediately stood up and held out his hand to Fudge.
Fudge understood and glanced at the reporters from the Daily Prophet.
The reporters understood and immediately gathered around him.
After seeing the reporters coming, Fudge immediately stretched out his generous hands and took Harry's hand.
"Thank you, Your Excellency Minister." Harry choked and said with a teardrop flowing from the corner of his eye. "Thank you for upholding justice, rehabilitating my only relative...my godfather, and dealing with the truth about who betrayed my parents. Fierce... It was you who made me truly feel that there is a kind and just heart in this Ministry of Magic!"
The reporters of the Daily Prophet's eyes were shining, and the quills in their hands were almost full of sparks, and they were quickly writing down Harry's words on the paper.
"Well," Fudge patted Harry's hand and said with a relaxed expression: "But Harry, what I need to tell you is, please forgive me for not being able to accept your compliment - you know, this was the Ministry of Magic twelve years ago. If we could carefully find out the truth of the matter at that time, maybe your godfather would not have been wrongly imprisoned, and you would not have suffered in the Muggle world for so many years.”
At this point, Fudge also shook his head and sighed, and continued to pat Harry's hand.
"This is the fault of the Ministry of Magic, Harry." Fudge sighed: "It is the incompetence of the Ministry of Magic that has caused such a big bitter fruit..."
"But, Minister." Harry corrected: "I don't think it's terrible to make a mistake. What's terrible is to keep holding on to this mistake and refuse to admit it. Today, you have undoubtedly given me as a student a profound lesson in words and deeds." ——You taught me what to do Maintain an upright heart, even if it will harm your own face, you must insist on upholding justice for others. I believe that with you as an example and under your inspiration, the students at Hogwarts will also follow your example. moving forward in the direction.”
These words made Fudge's face glow red and he was extremely happy.
Harry's reputation in the wizarding world goes without saying. He defeated the mysterious man who wreaked havoc on the British wizarding community at the age of one. His reputation can be said to be known to everyone from Ireland to the UK...
With him standing up for me, my position is really... stable!
The reporters around were frantically taking photos to record this beautiful and harmonious moment.
"I sincerely suggest to you, Minister, that you can come to Hogwarts to give a speech to the students." Harry said again: "As Wu said, the confused little wizards need a role model to guide them forward."
Fudge couldn't hide the smile on his face. He kept nodding his head, acknowledging Harry's words.
But after all, he was not so shameless, and still declined reservedly: "Forget about the speeches, the matter of Peter Pettigrew and Sirius Black will keep me busy for a while... This will take a lot of time to deal with. , I really can’t get away from it, I hope you can understand, Harry.”
"That's a real shame." Harry let out a long sigh, as if he was truly sorry.
"But we will always have time in the future, Harry." Fudge said with a smile: "I'm glad you can realize all this."
The two continued to shake hands and turned to the Daily Prophet photographer.
With the sound of a camera clicking, the trial of Peter Pettigrew also came to an end.
Outside the trial court, Dumbledore stood by the window, looking at the magically simulated scenery outside, and said to Harry meaningfully: "I really didn't expect that Harry was so comfortable with these occasions."
"People have to get used to it." Harry shrugged and said, "This is also a required course in life, isn't it?"
"Yes, even if you are the most powerful wizard in the world, you must learn how to be humane." Dumbledore stroked his beard.
Harry knocked on the wall noncommittally, but said nothing against Dumbledore.
"Well, I think we should go back to Hogwarts." Dumbledore said with a smile: "The next thing we need to do is to find the hidden Sirius Black."
Having said this, Dumbledore raised his head and stared at the window sill.
"He has suffered too much, Harry. We should find him as soon as possible to prevent him from having any accidents."
"I understand, Professor," Harry nodded.
They didn't go back to Hogwarts directly, but went to Diagon Alley first.
At Florin's ice cream shop, Dumbledore bought Harry a big ice cream with chopped nuts, and he also had a portion for himself. The two of them sat on a bench outside the ice cream shop and ate happily.
"I think a piece of ice cream like this is just right for you to enjoy." Dumbledore said with a smile: "The trial of the Wizengamot is extremely boring, you should be aware of this."
Harry raised his head to look at Dumbledore, then looked down at the almost finished ice cream in Dumbledore's hand, and then compared it with the ice cream in his hand that had just been eaten a little...
I suspect it's you who wants the ice cream, Professor Dumbledore.
But even though Harry, who has high emotional intelligence, saw through Dumbledore, he did not expose him. Instead, he continued to eat ice cream with his head down in a dignified manner.
"Oh..."
After Dumbledore finished eating the ice cream, he kept staring at the extra large luxurious ice cream held by the child beside him.
The ice cream is covered with lots of raspberry jam and blackcurrant jam, as well as a lot of chopped fruits, and it looks very colorful and tempting.
Harry finished the ice cream in his hand three times. He looked up and saw the desire in Dumbledore's eyes. He got up and went to the ice cream shop and bought two more ice creams - the same type as the little boy's.
"I think what Mr. Headmaster said is right," Harry handed an ice cream to Dumbledore: "Eating some ice cream can indeed forget the depression in the courtroom just now."
Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, then took the ice cream Harry handed him and smiled happily.
The two of them sat on the bench outside the ice cream shop until they finished eating the ice cream in their hands before returning to Hogwarts.
After returning to school, Dumbledore and the professors waiting in the principal's office announced the final verdict of the Wizengamot Tribunal.
After learning that the Wizengamot finally gave Sirius his innocent identity, Lupine sat back on the chair, holding the armrests with both hands, and his joints turned white from the exertion.
As one of Sirius Black's best friends, Lupine was also happy that his friend had been cleared of his crimes.
As for Peter...
There is definitely some pain, but Lu Ping is more happy.
For this kind of gutter rat who betrays his friends, perhaps entering Azkaban is the best choice for him.
But Snape was obviously unhappy. He stood there and looked at the congratulating professors coldly, with no intention of joining in.
He didn't care about Black's affairs - it could even be said that he would rather Black had been wronged and had his soul sucked away by the Dementors.
In this world, apart from James Potter, the person he hates the most is Sirius Black.
Even Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew couldn't compare to how annoying Black was in his eyes.
Of course, Harry noticed Snape's displeasure, but he didn't say anything. After all, the grievances of the previous generation were still in chaos.
What more can be said? Remaining silent is the best option.
"The most urgent thing." Dumbledore said to the professors: "The most important thing now is to find Sirius Black. He is now wandering outside Hogwarts. This is very dangerous for him - because in the Forbidden Forest There are many dangerous magical animals, and the magical animals raised by Professor Scamander are not docile. It would be bad if they were hit by him."
"I think he has hit it." Snape said suddenly: "Think about it, Dumbledore - what did he eat to survive during the days outside Hogwarts? ? I highly doubt that due to his cruel nature, the magical creatures in the Forbidden Forest will suffer as a result..."
When he said this, Professor Snape had a bloodthirsty smile on his face, as if he had foreseen what suffering Black would suffer.
"Good intuition, Severus." Professor Lupine seemed to be in a good mood, and even had a yin and yang mood. Snape said: "It seems that your keen intuition has gone wrong again -"
"Oh, so you admit that you have been helping Black for such a long time, right?" Snape sneered and looked at Lupine: "What should I say? You two are like an old couple. Inseparable, no one can live without the other, right? And that big fat head Potter is the third party between the two of you..."
"Hey!" Harry complained dissatisfiedly at Snape, insulting his father in front of a son, this was no longer an ordinary rudeness.
If it hadn't been for the grudge against his parents, Harry would have thrown a harmless little curse at him.
"I have told Dumbledore a long time ago that there is a mole in our school." Snape snorted coldly, "It seems that now - the mole has jumped out on his own, and Lupin is one of them, isn't he? ”
"Severus!" Dumbledore said seriously, interrupting Snape's continued sarcastic words: "Remus is our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, not a mole."
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"Oh, okay," Snape said briskly.
But in his heart, he still praised his persistence, that is... boiling the wolfsbane potion supplied to Lupine to produce an indescribable taste was one of the most proud inventions in his life.
The other one was Shen Feng Wuying, who almost had Big Fat Head disfigured. Unfortunately, in order to avoid being expelled, he still cast a counter-curse on him.
After confirming that the next task was to find Sirius, Harry left the headmaster's office.
He returned to the auditorium and sat next to Cassandra.
"Oh, you're back?" Cassandra pushed the chips in front of Harry: "How about the Tribunal? Is it fun?" "That's for the trial, Cassandra." Harry said helplessly Said: "You should know that I am going to participate in the trial of the real culprit who betrayed my parents, not to visit and play."
"That's a pity," Cassandra did not stop because of Harry's words, "So, that mouse Animagus, has he been sentenced to death?"
"It's not very popular to sentence people to death these days. You know, even the evil Lestranges and those Death Eaters were sentenced to permanent imprisonment."
Harry was a little regretful, but this was also expected.
"So^"
Cassandra elegantly cut off a piece of steak and put it in her mouth. After chewing it carefully, she picked up the napkin on the side and dabbed it on her lips. "What are you going to do?" she continued.
"I am very satisfied with the verdict. I respect all the decisions of the Wizengamot Tribunal and the Minister." Harry said in a very official and formal manner.
"Oh, that's really bad." Cassandra sneered twice: "I know, you bad guy has your own little tricks, right?"
"No, there's nothing I can do." Harry picked up a fries, dipped it in ketchup, and handed it to Cassandra.
"I'm not your owl, Pott." Cassandra gave Harry a cold look.
Harry shrugged and ate the chips himself.
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Of course, this was not because Harry suddenly had an enlightenment, but a hundred years ago, Cassandra would occasionally ask Harry to serve her something to eat, such as French fries that would stain her hands.
Cassandra looked behind Harry, but didn't see Vivi.
"So, where is your little girlfriend who has been inseparable?" She tapped her fingers carelessly on the table next to her.
"Vivian is not my girlfriend." Harry defended, "I said, can you not always forcefully determine the relationship between others?"
"Oh, hehe."
Although Cassandra smiled a little coldly, she seemed satisfied with Harry's answer.
Harry actually wanted to ask Cassandra about Vivi's whereabouts - but his instinct told him that Cassandra would be very angry if he asked directly.
Therefore, the clever Harry decided to take a roundabout way and ask in another way.
"Besides." He rolled his eyes and said, "It seems that I was the one who left Hogwarts and went to the Ministry of Magic to participate in the trial of Peter Pettigrew's mouse. Of course...it was only me and Professor Dumbledore. If you want to ask Shouldn’t you know more about Weiwei’s whereabouts than I do?”
"Her whereabouts have always been very mysterious. Maybe she is learning some interesting little lessons in the Muggle world." Cassandra waved her hand, looking indifferent.
Since Cassandra, who was Vivi's roommate, didn't know where Vivi was, Harry just assumed that Vivi had gone to the Muggle world and went back to class.
He fell asleep full of thoughts, planning to ask Professor Trelawney, who had the blood of a diviner, tomorrow.
Facts have proved that using prophecies to find people is indeed very suitable. After all, he had been searching for Cassandra to no avail, and he still found clues through the sunflower parrot... and Gellert's prophecies.
With the plan thus set, Harry decided to ask Professor Trelawney about Sirius tomorrow.
The next day, the third grade had another divination class from Professor Trelawney.
It should be said that since Harry was predicted to have bad luck, no one wanted to attend Professor Trelawney's class - after all, Professor McGonagall had already appointed him, and Professor Trelawney was someone who really liked to talk nonsense about others dying. fortune teller.
But there is no other way. Since you have chosen a course, you must finish it.
Together they climbed the stairs into the dark, depressing tower classroom, where a crystal ball glowed on every small table, filled with pearly white mist.
Harry looked around, but did not see Professor Trelawney. Before he could find the entire room, he was dragged down by Ron and sat down.
"You know what, Harry?" Ron whispered: "Mum allowed me to buy a cat - and an owl. God, she is really... a really good mother, I have to admit. This point——"
Hermione held her head aside and said nothing. She endured it for a long time before she could hold back the sentence "Your mother wants two kinds of pets that eat mice to drive away the smell of mice around you."
"That's a good thing." Harry said with a smile: "At least you don't have to worry about mice-"
"Oh my god, stop talking." Ron's face turned pale for a while, "You know, a lot of people have been laughing at me lately - they said I treat fugitives as pets, my God... but fortunately I'm not The most embarrassing thing is that there is a big-headed boy - I mean Percy, the student union president in front."
"Yes, a tall man held up the house when it collapsed." Hermione couldn't help but say.
"But the crystal ball..." Ron carefully searched for Professor Trelawney with his eyes to prevent her from listening nearby - this was the vigilance he had learned from speaking ill of Snape: "I originally thought I will only start taking crystal ball classes next semester. It seems that this professor is quite free-spirited and takes classes wherever he wants.”
"Okay, it's better than looking at the tea leaves, isn't it?" Harry asked back, "We can't drink a big black dog again, and then she says, 'Oh, dear, you are in trouble!', right?"
When saying this, Harry also imitated Trelawney's frightened look and stepped back.
It should be said that Harry's imitation ability is very strong, at least the students around him laughed.
"Hello!" The familiar vague voice suddenly appeared, and Professor Trelawney walked in from the shadows as usual.
She walked straight to Harry, stretched out her hand and pressed Harry's shoulder.
"Child, you learned very much——"
The students in the classroom laughed even more happily.
"I have decided that perhaps according to our schedule, we should come to the crystal ball class earlier, so I disrupted my teaching plan." Professor Trelawney said, sitting down with her back to the fireplace. Fire, after sitting down, she looked around, as if looking for some 'omen of death'.
At least that's what most people think, including Hermione, who always respects the professor.
"Fate has informed me that your exam in June will be related to the sphere, so I am eager to give you enough practice."
Hermione snorted in disdain.
"Fate has informed her, ha." Hermione complained in a low voice: "It's as if fate is familiar with her - is the goddess of fate a relative of hers?"
Her voice was not quiet, it should be said - at least Harry thought Professor Trelawney heard Hermione's words.
However, Professor Trelawney did not punish Hermione for this, but continued to say in a fog as if she was sleepwalking: "Looking at the crystal ball is a very delicate art. This is the first time you have peered into this unfathomable thing." Sphere, I don't expect any of you to see anything. We should start by practicing relaxing the subjective consciousness and the outer eye. In doing so, we can clarify the third eye and superconsciousness - and if we are lucky, some of you may be able to do so. What did I see before get out of class ended?”
What do you see?
Harry thought for a moment and began to think about Sirius in his mind.
Where is Sirius... Where is Sirius...
He thought for a long time and opened his eyes again.
The crystal ball screen moved, but...
Um?
He saw a large black dog that was... well, seemingly wrapped around a venomous snake, and it looked like it was suffocating.
Professor Trelawney noticed Harry who was looking at the crystal ball with concentration and frowning.
"Did you see anything?" she leaned over and asked.
"See, there's a burn mark on the table," Ron said, pointing to the table. "Someone knocked over the candle."
"No, I'm asking Mr. Potter, dear." Professor Trelawney looked at Ron apologetically, "So, Mr. Potter -"
"I saw a big black dog." Harry frowned and said, "It was wrapped around a poisonous snake...it looked like it was about to suffocate."
"This is not a good omen." Professor Trelawney coughed twice.
"What a waste of time," Hermione whispered. "I regret taking this course more and more now. If I could go back in time, I would rather take another course."
"My dear..." Professor Trelawney took a breath and looked at Harry, "From here, it is clearer than ever... My dear, it is the black dog, and the Poisonous snake...that is ominous..."
"Oh, for God's sake!" cried Hermione, "don't be that ridiculously ominous again!"
Professor Trelawney raised her huge eyes and glared into Hermione's face.
"I regret to say that from the moment you arrived in this class, my dear, it has been obvious that you do not possess the qualities required for the noble art of divination."
Trelawney's black eyes sparkled in the candlelight.
"Indeed, I don't remember ever encountering a student whose mind was so worldly-"
She had forgotten that she had made such an assertion to a student a few days ago, and the student left the divination class angrily.
Yes, that student's name is Cassandra Malfoy.
There was a moment of silence among the teachers.
Hermione felt extremely humiliated. This was the first time in her life that someone said she was not good at studying.
"Okay! Very good!" Hermione said suddenly. She stood up suddenly and stuffed the book "Looking Through the Fog to See the Future" into her school bag.
"Very good!" she repeated, throwing her bag over her shoulder, almost knocking Ron off his chair.
"I give up! I leave! I won't take this course!"
The crystal ball rolled down Hermione's desk, and Hermione kicked the crystal ball hard in anger.
The crystal ball flew out and hit the door with a thud, making a muffled sound.
The classmates looked at Hermione in surprise. No one expected that Hermione, a top student, could be so tough that she even kicked the teaching tools out of the classroom in front of a teacher.
Hermione left the classroom quickly, as if there was something ominous about it.
"I remembered!" Lavender suddenly said: "Professor, you once predicted that someone would leave us forever before Christmas. Does this mean now... that the prediction has come true and Hermione has left us!"
"Shut up, Brown!" Ron turned around impatiently and said, "Can you please speak more politely?"
Lavender pursed her lips, as if she didn't expect Ron to attack her so mercilessly.
"Yes, my dear, just as you think," said Professor Trelawney, "I did know that Miss Granger would leave us - but one always hopes that one will be mistaken about the signs of the future. , I am also sorry that such a thing happened.”
After saying this, Professor Trelawney looked at Ron again and smiled meaningfully.
She looked at Harry again and said to him: "My dear, you do have - ominous, very serious ominousness."
"Danshi, Professor." Harry frowned and asked, "What exactly did I see in the crystal ball? Why is there a big black dog wrapped in poisonous snakes? What does this indicate?"
"Perhaps -" Professor Trelawney waved her arms mysteriously: "You should know that some people are born with heavenly purpose, and you - my dear, you seem to have such potential, because you can penetrate Going through the fog to see the essence of the matter is not enough... The black dog and poisonous snake you saw may be just some kind of reference."
Some kind of reference?
Harry remembered that Sirius' Animagus was a big black dog, which was what Peter Pettigrew had said before.
Well, his dad James Potter, the Animagus was the stag, and Peter Pettigrew was the mouse - but what about Professor Lupin's Animagus? What is it?
But...
If we talk about some kind of reference, the black dog refers to the godfather, then what about the poisonous snake? Who could the viper be?
Harry immediately thought of Snape, who had a deep hatred for his father's small group.
Could it be that...Sirius has been captured by Snape?
But it was impossible. If Sirius had been caught by Snape, he would have handed it to Sirius to the Ministry of Magic - he wished that Sirius would be caught by the dementors and sucked him hard, so that he could Relieve your hatred without taking any criminal responsibility.
"Is there any further explanation? Professor?" Harry stared at the crystal ball intently, as if he had found another explanation.
"That needs to be interpreted by yourself, my dear," Professor Trelawney said with deep regret.
Harry gave up the idea of continuing to ask Trelawney because he felt that even if he continued to ask, Professor Trelawney would not give him any answer.
So he was going to change the question.
"Professor, I would like to ask you to make a prophecy for me." Harry said to Professor Trelawney.
"Say it, my dear child." Professor Trelawney was very happy - it seemed that she was very happy that Harry could ask her to make a prophecy.
Harry looked at her and said, "I wonder where Sirius Black is."
Professor Trelawney was stunned.
Then she nodded and said: "He has been determined to be innocent, right?"
"Yes, Professor." Harry nodded.
"You must know, my dear," Professor Trelawney said, "Even the most outstanding prophets have difficulty finding traces of a person through prophecy - but I am different. Come, give me the crystal ball. ”
As she spoke, she held out her hand to Harry.
Harry obediently picked up the crystal ball and placed it in Professor Trelawney's hand.
Professor Trelawney held the crystal ball in both hands, looked at it intently for a while, and said to Harry: "No need to worry - my dear, you only need to wait until the day after tomorrow to see Sirius Black at Hogwarts. .”
"Really?" Harry said happily, after all, Sirius Black was his father's good friend.
"Of course it's true, my dear, that's what the Third Eye told me." Professor Trelawney said mysteriously and eloquently.
Everyone has long been accustomed to her being in this state, because it is not very common for Professor Trelawney not to fall into this mysterious state.
After getting the news he wanted, Harry continued the class contentedly.
When get out of class was over, Ron woke up from his nap.
"Is get out of class over?" Ron asked, wiping the saliva from the corner of his mouth.
"get out of class has just ended." Harry replied and said to Ron: "Let's go, we should go see Hermione. She was obviously not very happy when she left."
"Okay." Ron nodded.
The two of them walked down the stairs, and within two steps, Harry kicked a crystal ball.
"Is this the one that Hermione kicked down?" Harry picked it up curiously and said to Ron: "I didn't expect she was so strong. I think we should go back and give it back to Professor Trelawney."
Ron shook his head like a windmill.
"No, no, you'd better go on your own, buddy." He said in succession: "I don't want to be suddenly picked up by Professor Trelawney and give me a prophecy - what if the prophecy reveals something ominous?"< br>
"What you said makes sense..." Harry nodded and said, "Then wait for me here first, and I will send this crystal ball up."
"Okay." Ron nodded.
Harry turned around, holding the crystal ball and returned to the Divination classroom.
Professor Trelawney was no longer there. Harry called several times, but no one answered.
He was bored, put down the crystal ball, and just when he turned around, he found that someone had hit him on the shoulder.
Looking back, it was Professor Trelawney. Her eyes were confused, as if she had entered some mysterious state.
……
Meanwhile, Slytherin's Head of House office.
"Professor?"
A sweet voice sounded, and after knocking on the door, a beautiful Slytherin girl with a small bag in her hand walked into Snape's office.
It's Weiwei.
Snape was obviously very impatient. He didn't stop working at all, and he didn't even raise his eyelids. He just hummed to show that he heard.
Vivi didn't think anything was wrong. She walked briskly and came to Snape's side.
"Excuse me, Professor," she asked. "Do you have a potion here that makes magical animals quiet? I'm sorry to bother you - but it's really causing me a lot of trouble."
After hearing Vivi's words, Snape put down the potion bottle he was pouring.
He raised his head, looked at Weiwei expressionlessly, and said in a cold tone: "I think Miss Grindelwald would have known if she hadn't been infected by that little Gryffindor troll. Your poor old professor is the Head of Slytherin and Potions Professor, not Professor Scamander of Care of Magical Creatures."
"But I believe that you are a master of potions, and you will definitely have a suitable method." Weiwei said with a smile.
She believed that the bag in her hand was the reason why Snape couldn't refuse.
"As I said, I'm not..." Snape drawled.
However, before he could finish speaking, Weiwei opened his pocket, and a big black dog with its front legs tied behind its back fell to the ground.
The big black dog was obviously still in a dazed state. It took him a long time to adapt to the sudden light - but it was only a room illuminated by dim candles.
It opened its eyes dimly and looked around alertly, as if observing the ground around it.
When it saw Snape, it couldn't help but growl "Woo..." and curled up in an attack posture.
That's seeing the enemy's fighting posture!
Snape, who originally wanted to refuse, suddenly contracted violently the moment he saw the big black dog.
He looked at the big black dog up and down, his smile gradually becoming abnormal.
"Well," Snape changed his subject, "But then again, as I just said, I am the Dean of Slytherin. As the Dean... I should indeed take care of the appropriate requests of some outstanding students. .”
As he spoke, he took out a bunch of colorful bottled potions from the desk drawer nearby.
"Your old professor is very willing to serve you, Miss Grindelwald..."
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