Chapter 190 189: The Frog Prince, the priest's call
After leaving Slytherin's lounge, Ian did not choose to join the class halfway. He looked at the time and first went to the house to fulfill his requests. The potion then went straight to the auditorium.
Lunch time is coming soon.
The sun shines through the stained glass windows in the Hogwarts auditorium, and the golden light jumps on the long table, reflecting on the silver tableware, covering this ancient and solemn place with a layer. Warm golden yarn.
Although the hot season has not yet passed, thanks to Nick Lemay, the outstanding and enthusiastic professor of alchemy, Hogwarts has also installed its own "air conditioning" equipment.
No one knows where the energy comes from.
Everyone just realized that as long as they are in the castle of Hogwarts, they will no longer have to sweat, and they can enjoy the refreshingness of autumn and winter in the hot summer.
This is indeed a situation that everyone is happy to see. At least when Hogwarts students eat, they no longer have almost no appetite like they did in the hot summers in the past.
Of course.
Because I have seen the innovations of many house elves during breakfast, the little wizards are still unforgettable at noon, so many people are quite alert when choosing food.
Household elves are obviously planning to go all the way to the dark on the road of innovation.
However, although the lunch idea is a bit strange, the taste is definitely much better than that at breakfast. While sitting down, Ian couldn't help but wonder if any professor had gone to the kitchen to give his opinion - perhaps it was physically mentioned. After all, the improvement speed of the house elves was too fast.
"This pineapple pizza is good."
Ian sat on Ravenclaw's long table, enjoying lunch slowly. William was stirring cherry dumplings with salad dressing, while Michael was gnawing on duck leg-flavored chicken legs.
The domestic elves are obviously exploring in all directions. The two roommates even gave good comments on this kind of food that makes people feel dark just by matching.
"Who took that diary?"
Ian was thinking while eating. His eyes seemed to sweep across the entire auditorium casually, but in fact he had quietly used [Thinking Perception] ability.
Through Ian's training and research, Ian now has a lot of control over this extraordinary characteristic. He can perceive the emotional fluctuations and shallow thoughts of the people around him without touching other people's thinking.
Although it is impossible to read the specific thinking content in depth without applying the magic of God-taking and thinking, it is enough to make him notice abnormal emotional changes or hidden intentions.
The first thing to be observed is of course the long table in my home. Although Malfoy's diary was lost in the Slytherin lounge, the people who might have taken that diary were definitely not limited to Slytherin's students. Perhaps most people cannot go around like Ian, but there are many ways to enter the lounges of other colleges.
on Ravenclaw's long table.
The students had a lively discussion about a plate of vegetable salad that would change color. "Look, it has changed from green to purple!" a student exclaimed.
"This shows that its nutritional content is changing," another student pushed the thick glasses of the strong man, "Obviously, the domestic elves have added the extract of chameleon grass!" br>
He actually accurately judged the process of making this salad. ”
"Well, it's indeed a chameleon that can be adjusted by itself based on the nutrition we lack, it's a genius food design!" This is the student of Ravenclaw College.
It's not exactly like the little wizards from other academys who only marvel at the magic of this food.
Gryffindor's long table.
They only commented on color-changing salads, one sentence "Oh my God" and the other sentence "Damn it". It is obvious that there are several Chinese students in this academy.
"I don't like to eat grass, but..."
Ron was stunned at a plate of pasta that would twist himself in depression.
"Is this thing I got really edible?"
Ron was in a low mood all day long because he lost his pet. He poked the On the plate, the noodles suddenly rolled up and wrapped around his fork like a snake.
Navi couldn't help laughing.
Hermione explained seriously.
"This should be the magic version of 'live noodles'. I feel that the taste is more chewy than ordinary noodles." She is obviously doing unauthorized popular science based on her own feelings.
Ms Beaver's desire to perform was as strong as Ian had previously evaluated.
From inferiority and sensitivity.
Terrently want to prove that I am still excellent. However, Ron was not concerned about this. He felt aggrieved again while eating the noodles. He put down the tableware in his hand and spoke in a decisive tone.
"Banban must have been stolen by Harry Potter!" Ron still couldn't forget his pet mouse in his heart, but he just didn't know why this guy made such a judgment.
"Although everyone in my family says that the boy is a hero and a great man, he is a Slytherin. I think there must be a terrifying side under his mask!"
He should have been ha Leigh Potter's loyal friend, but he had no intersection with Harry Potter because he missed the first meeting. Unexpectedly, he had such a big prejudice against Harry Potter.
Maybe it also has something to do with Harry Potter going to the college he least likes.
This can be regarded as a butterfly effect. Now Malfoy has a very good attitude towards Harry Potter, but Ron has become the character who "makes hatred for love". "You can't judge whether a person is good or bad just because of the college you are studying. There are indeed many annoying guys in Slytherin, but it doesn't mean it's a bad college."
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Hermione frowned and resisted Ron's idea of "searching people with the academy". After all, her "guidance" often hangs with some girls from Slytherin Academy. Of course, she doesn't want to believe Slyther. Everyone in Lin Academy is bad guys, isn’t that just saying that her “leader” is also bad guys? "You have never been in contact with the wizarding world before, you don't know Hogwarts, you don't know Slytherin Academy." Ron was still angry, his words were full of disgust for Slytherin Academy.
"Actually, I don't think I can't evaluate someone so simply."
Nevil chose to stand on Hermione's side while eating. His attitude made Ron Some of them became even more depressed, and he felt that he had to tell the two of them about his discovery.
"Last night, my two brothers took me out for a night tour to do experiments. I walked a little slowly and got lost. I saw the Harry Potter chanting in the abandoned classroom. Spell. ”
"The magic that hides from people practicing is definitely not something that others can see, it must be black magic. When I saw the blood, it must be some kind of very evil terrifying ritual."
"He must be Taking my poor spots as a sacrifice!” Ron told his experience indignation, which made both Hermione and Neville feel a little unbelievable.
Ian also eavesdropped on the conversation.
"Is it the bloody word left by Harry?"
Ian narrowed his eyes slightly, not too surprised. When he discovered Harry's abnormality, he went to the secret room once. Later, he had similar speculations about what happened last night.
but.
The person who made small moves would definitely not be the real Harry Potter... Regarding the residual soul in Harry's forehead scar, Ian felt that it was not the first issue he had to consider now.
What he was looking for was Malfoy's lost diary. Tom, who betrayed Voldemort and allowed him to witness Harry's mutation, was the target that the little wizard was most interested in now.
And at this point.
Nothing was found on the Gryffindor long table, and Ian looked at Hufflepuff's long table again. The little badgers were marveling at the soup of the stew that could actually be It has a rainbow-like color.
When the bubble bursts, it will emit a faint fruity aroma.
This is an excellent innovation, like a mixture of pumpkin juice and lemon pie. Many senior Hufflepuff students are discussing when to ask for the recipe for the house elf.
There are no suspicious people among them.
Slytherin's students also maintained their usual arrogance and indifference, whispering to each other, occasionally someone looked up and glanced around with arrogance and contempt in their eyes.
Ian's [thinking perception] ability wanders through these people's emotions, trying to capture any trace of uneasiness or tension. However, he did not find any abnormalities.
Malfoy did not come to the auditorium, perhaps because he had no appetite for eating. Ian felt that it would be the same if it were him. He did not feel anything strange about this.
"What are you eating?"
Ian came to Slytherin's long table with the plate, sitting next to Aurora Daphne, who had just passed away from Ravenclaw. When I stood up on the table, I immediately chose to give up my position like a conditioned reflex.
The little girl ran ten meters away and went directly to the end of the long table and squeezed with the others.
"Deep-sea fluorescent fish?"
Aurora's tone was a bit uncertain. She placed a glowing fish in her plate. It is worth mentioning that this was a grilled fish that had been cooked and still glowed.
"I think it's like a nuclear radiation fish."
Ian poked the glowing grilled fish in Aurora's plate twice. He found that Aurora had a bite of fish and put on her cheeks after eating a bite of fish. You can vaguely see the transmissive green light emitted by the fish chewed in your mouth.
I don’t know if my stomach will be so weird after eating it.
"You are like an owl, your eyes are turning around, what are your targets?" Aurora was obviously also paying attention to Ian, and she asked Ian in confusion.
"I'm looking for my lost good brother Tom."
Ian's answer still made the Germanic girl feel nonsense.
However.
She did not judge. "Then have you found it?" Aurora just asked casually. Her long platinum hair shines in the sun, and her eating movements are full of elegance.
"It can always be found. Maybe Brother Tom is playing hide-and-seek with me." Ian looked at the little girl on her left. This beautiful girl with a somewhat perverted appearance was quite intense. "Miss Parkinson, you look very scared." Ian knew the little girl's name, Pansy Parkinson, a pure-blood descendant who should have been sarcastic and domineering.
But at this time, the little witch looked a little restrained even when she was eating.
"I at least performed much better than Daphne." Pansy Parkinson was a little bit rude and his voice was crisp. Compared with Daphne, she was indeed a brave Slytherin.
However, compared to the surface calmness.
Miss Parkinson's increasingly timidity still shows that she, like most Slytherin students, was in front of Ian. Perhaps most of the credit should be attributed to Miss Daphne's persistent publicity, whose book comes from Grinder Wo's storybook is still making up the sins that do not belong to Ian.
Of course, some sins are not fabricated.
"Eat less bites of this sweet tooth, or you will become disabled in the future." Ian saw Parkinson pile up some puddings in front of him, and immediately grabbed Parkinson's untouched pudding. Two came over. This is a kind of pudding that can sing. Every time a pudding is dug, a pleasant piece of music will be made.
"..."
Parkinson didn't dare to eat the remaining pudding.
She felt that Ian's words might be threatening her, or maybe this little devil likes to eat pudding, and anyone who dares to steal pudding will be cruelly disfigured by the little devil's pudding.
I have to say.
This little witch who just entered school this year is indeed rich in imagination, but Ian is actually just feeling it. After all, in his memory, this girl had two faces when she was a child and grew up.
It is said that the actors have changed several times. "What are you stupid again?" Aurora, who was sitting next to Ian, tapped his plate with a fork, interrupting his thoughts. Her voice was filled with a hint of teasing.
"It's nothing, I just think the pudding today tastes good." Ian casually said that he didn't remember much of the details in the Harry Potter story.
Fortunately, the development of today is already becoming increasingly deviated. Perhaps remembering the details too clearly is a disadvantage, which may cause some unnecessary misunderstandings of inertial thinking. "You are lying." Aurora continued to eat grilled fish, and her movements continued to comment. Perhaps this Germanic girl has not learned to take the Gods and seek thoughts, but she has accurately grasped Ian's words and deeds. "This is not the point, the point is that I have to find Tom." Ian called out and continued to look around. In the entire auditorium, not only everyone's every move was seen by Ian, but even the thinking and emotions of these people were sensed silently. Professor McGonagall looked at Ian several times in a row.
However, the always strict professor didn't say anything... Perhaps it was because Dumbledore's explanation before leaving, or it was because Professor McGonagall and Professor Nick Lemay realized that the school had a potential threat after communicating. Perhaps, she cared more about her belly than she cared about Ian’s behavior. "Are the house-raising elf crazy?"
The older cat girl shook her head and sighed at a plate of puzzle-style sandwich in constantly changing positions, but she couldn't help but take a bite, but she ended up in an unexpected way. He showed a slightly surprised and satisfied expression. "It should be said that those disgusting creatures are driven out of Hogwarts." "The good uncle Professor Snape still looked expressionless, but he obviously was not in a bad mood. OK, maybe it was because the glass of pumpkin juice in front of him was constantly emitting black smoke.
It made his face look a bit of bacon.
Ian was "unscrupulously" using what he thought was the idea of seduction. He wanted to scold Ian, but he felt that Ian would definitely retort himself and make a fool of himself in front of many students.
After weighing it.
Snape could only choose to pretend not to find out.
This made him feel worse.
"There are six years left, no, more than five years, just more than five years." The good uncle was planning the time to see Ian off. For the first time, he felt that he was extremely eager for time to pass faster.
Lunch ends.
Ian had no useful discoveries.
This surprised the little wizard.
"The Horcrux can't run away with your own legs, right?" He felt that he should learn more about Horcrux, so during his lunch break, he found out the "Reveal of the Sharp Black Magic" given to him by Aurora. 》Readed.
Time for learning passes so quickly.
The afternoon sun shines through the windows of the towering tower in Hogwarts on the corridor. In the Potion Class classroom, Ian dared not be late. Aurora came to the classroom in one step.
The first class of the good uncle at the beginning of the year.
Ian felt that he had to give his good uncle some face. "Ririm, why are you in the second grade classroom!" Ian was about to sit next to Aurora when he saw a figure that he shouldn't have seen in this classroom.
"Do you know there is something called privilege?"
Ririm didn't look up.
The answer was calm.
The strangest thing is that the second-year students around him seem to have no doubts about his appearance, no comments, and even seem to have not heard of his communication with Ian.
"Can Snape agree?"
The little wizard was a little suspicious. "He can't refuse, just like most people here." Ririm smiled and responded in a daze. The guy finally looked up at Ian. "Didn't you come to the auditorium for lunch?" Ian had never seen Ririm at noon. He felt that the mysterious little devil of the Ollivander family was also very suspicious of stealing a notebook.
Last night, this little devil was also in front of the blood-letter message.
"Do you think the things in the auditorium can be eaten?"
Ririm was studying, and he looked up and asked the little wizard. Obviously, this freshman who has just entered school has a resistant attitude towards the innovation of the house elf. "It actually tastes pretty good." Ian thought so from the bottom of his heart.
However. "Haha, you'll know it in the evening." Ririm's gloating expression made the little wizard have a bad premonition, and subconsciously touched his stomach.
"Can you have diarrhea?"
Ian felt that he might have been a little careless at noon.
He ate a lot of innovative dishes. "Have you ever seen a twisting, rainbow-like Ollie? I don't think you've seen it, but you'll see it tonight. Everyone should pray that the Hogwarts sewers are strong enough. ”
Ririm's happy answer verified Ian's idea.
"Prophecy?"
Ian has his own exclusive toilet, so he doesn't have to worry about the explosion of the cesspool. He is even more curious why Ririm could conclude this in this way. "It's life experience." Ririm chuckled and looked down at the book again - he loved reading like most Ravenclaw, but read it But they are all messy novels.
For example, this book with the cover of "The Princess of Muggle and the Seven Little Fairies".
Listening to the name is like a fairy tale.
This made Ian, who began to pay attention to fairy tales because of his own experience. "Is this book good?" He asked Ririm on his own initiative.
"Yes."
Ririm didn't look up, but nodded, "Although the story of the story of the Muggle Princess abandoning the seven little goblins who took care of her and finally choosing to live with the giant is a pity, but it can be understood. After all, how can the little goblins get along with Giant comparison, if I were a princess, I would choose a big giant, too.”
He was suspected to be driving.
But Ian couldn't catch the evidence.
"..."
This kind of curious fairy tale really refreshes the little wizard's views.
And Ririm's words continued.
"If you like this kind of books, I recommend you to read Snow White. That is the fairy tale that wizards should read. The seven dark-skinned dwarves in it are actually not inferior to giants when they get together." >
"Of course, the prince's obsession with a corpse is truly amazing." It is hard to imagine what mental state an eleven-year-old wizard would evaluate such books so much.
"?????" Ian couldn't tell whether this was the truth of a fairy tale, or it was just an artistic processing carried out by later generations for the sake of curiosity.
He still remembers that Snow White is related to his cheap senior sister.
It's terrible to think about it carefully.
"Don't like it?"
Ririm looked up and saw Ian's strange expression. His expression became more and more happy. "If I don't like this style, I still have something to do with the Frog Prince here. The story. ”
Perhaps this is another version of a story that is even more Cthulhu than a black fairy tale.
Ian didn't want Ririm to ruin his childhood.
so.
"The frog prince is pretty good. I have always liked the frog prince. After all, frog prince is too small, but the frog prince is different. You may not eat a frog enough, but if you kiss the frog prince, let the frog be allowed to eat it. If a prince becomes a real prince, it may be enough for you to eat for several weeks."
He decided to take the lead in destroying his childhood, making Ririm, a evil classmate, unable to start.
I have to say.
The little wizard's choice is good.
Ririm was stunned when he heard his speech.
"???????"
This blonde boy who had a teasing expression just now looked like a question mark face that was exposed due to surprise. He even looked like a geek. Eun-the previous question mark face feels like a question mark.
"I haven't lost even before than evil."
Ian patted the blonde hair with a messy mind, walked back to Aurora with great satisfaction and sorted out himself After the books are made, he will prepare to welcome his first class in the new semester.
"I heard that frogs lay 500 to 2,000 eggs at a time, so why not let the frog prince have more children? Then you will have a frog prince that you can't finish eating?"
Aurora suddenly at this time Asked the question, she seemed to hear the conversation between Ian and Ririm and began to think about some questions that normal people would definitely not associate.
"!?"
Maybe this is something that brings something down. Facing the Germanic girl's imagination, Ian was really shocked.
"Is there a possibility that a male frog will not have children?" He didn't even know where to answer, and could only involve the topic of the male frog's limitations.
However.
"I know a magic can make people become hermaphrodites." Aurora gave the answer seriously, and even wanted to copy the magic to Ian.
"!!!??"
What else can Ian say.
He could only choose to remain silent.
Accepted that his own language system failed. Fortunately, before Aurora could continue to open some of the earth-shaking and ghost-wrenching ideas, the incest Snape walked in from outside the classroom door.
This classroom is colder than other parts of the castle, with a chill in the air, probably because Nick Lemay's "full castle air conditioner" has excessive cooling operations here.
The purpose should be to better preserve the potion materials-Ian had glanced a few times before, and his good uncle probably had to make up the medicine cabinet in this classroom after a summer vacation.
No mistakes, one poem, one post, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one read!
Not only were there several prohibited magic added next to the medicine cabinet, but even the locks used were replaced with the lock with the highest protection level on the market - it was probably not possible to last long in front of Ian's [Lock-opening Spell]. "Today, we are going to prepare a very, very ordinary potion, herbicide that seems worthless to me." Snape may have sensed the thoughts in the little wizard's mind. He looked at Ian with a little uneasy and worry, and then he began to walk to the front of the podium to attend class slowly. "This drug is used to kill or remove plants and is not drinkable, and I have never seen any idiot who will drink herbicides into my stomach from birth until now."
"Of course, maybe there are idiots among you who want me to see the world." Snape first mocked everyone on a daily basis. This attack power is not strong for second-grade students.
"If it is not worth it, why should we bear it?" Ian was the only person who dared to raise his hand to ask questions. He actually didn't study much about this kind of farming drug.
This is probably because he does not have his own field yet. The only plants he raised had to be watered regularly with the bath water of the black robe skeleton.
"Where are so many whys!"
Snape warned Ian with his eyes to not make trouble, but he still answered Ian's question, "Hufflepuff's courtyard There is a lot of need in our school. Obviously, there is not only a thief who steals potion materials, but also a thief who likes to steal plants raised by Professor Sprout. Haha, if anyone judges Hogwarts as a thief's nest in the future I don't think I'm surprised at all."
This is obviously meaningful.
Call against the mulberry trees.
Ian had no intention of talking back.
But he muttered quietly to Aurora beside him. "I gave him money, and he scolded me. You can prove this for me." After saying this, the little wizard emphasized again for his innocence.
"I didn't steal the plants that Professor Sprout raised." He had never done such a thing, and he suspected that the little witch who raised mutant cabbage in Hufflepuff was imitating him.
However.
"I know." Aurora's calm answer was very straightforward.
Just when Ian was about to thank his good friend for his trust. "I took it." The Germanic girl's frankness in her voice made the little wizard stunned again - the imitator turned out to be this guy, and she was better than the blue than the blue. Did you buy first-hand raw materials directly?
"I have paid too, and I have been paying, but it's still double. Professor Sprout has never refused." Aurora added and explained. "Did she agree?" Ian noticed some familiar breath. "She didn't refuse." The Germanic girl repeated what she said just now.
Everything is in without saying anything.
"Hiss, you're about to leave." Ian couldn't help but take a breath and gave his good friend a thumbs up. Aurora was indeed learning from him fast enough.
Even just telling the truth, I learned to leave. Just as the two little wizards were whispering, they were already accustomed to this situation and updated their retina independently, so that they could selectively ignore these two guys. Snape had already taught everyone the recipe and started reminding them. Things to note when cooking.
Quickly finish the key points.
He also immediately threw down the textbook and started to let the students practice.
"If you put the ingredients in sloppy, your finished product will definitely be sloppy, attentive, and focused. It is the most important thing to make a good potion."
"You have forty minutes Time, those who fail to pass the exam will have to go to clean the toilet tonight. "He habitually threatened everyone, and after hearing his words, many people immediately cheered up.
No one wants to sweep the toilet.
Lirim in particular.
This guy straightened his back and threw away the storybook in his hand - Ian has been following Ririm, and he was surprised that Snape really didn't care that this shouldn't have appeared The freshman in the second grade class, even when he was giving lectures, didn't even care about this guy reading novels.
Everyone is acting.
The same is true for Ian and Aurora.
The little wizard noticed that Snape was still staying in front of Ririm's cauldron when the students were cooking, but he still did not drive this random guy out of the class.
"This is really a ghost!"
Ian felt a strange feeling more and more. He now understood others' feelings about his origins, just like he is now I was about to doubt Ririm's life experience.
"Gulugulu~"
Ian and Aurora were boiling potions in an orderly manner.
The first time the herbicide is boiled, it smells a sweet smell like a fruit. But the more it is boiled, the more it becomes, the more it increases the material, its taste will begin to turn pungent and foul smell. .
It's the kind of smelling it.
It can make people start to feel the odor of vomiting. Many people reached out to cover their mouths and noses, and kept retching. Aurora directly added a head spell to her.
Ririm is the fastest person to cook.
He raised his hand.
Snape immediately walked over. "Very excellent potion quality." The Potions professor who rarely praises others actually looked at Ririm in surprise, and then moved out a flowerpot full of weeds.
He just gently dripped a drop of Ririm's pot into the pot. After a few seconds, the weeds on the pot turned yellow almost at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Then.
It withered rapidly again, turning into ashes in the flower pot. There is no doubt that Ririm's herbicide is very successful, and he is the level that even the potion master can't help but exclaim. "I think I finally met a not that stupid student." This is definitely Snape's praise, and he took Ririm's work to the podium as a demonstration.
Faced with the amazement and thumbs up of the classmates around him, Ririm smiled and accepted happily.
"This guy really has something."
Ian is also making it.
But his expression was much easier than most classmates.
It's not that it's strong patience.
But he made some minor adjustments. The good uncle wandered to Ian like a ghost, staring at the potion made in Ian's cauldron and frowned.
"What are you doing?"
He asked a little unhappy.
"Of course it's herbicide."
Ian honestly answered. "I don't smell the stench of herbicides." Snape had a stern face, his expression becoming more and more serious, and his eyes were always on the potion made by Ian. "I made some improvements slightly, and the prototype tasted a bit too much." Ian was not trying to show off his skills. He just didn't want him to wear a robe stained with a stinky robe all afternoon.
"I remember I warned you last semester not to use your damn improvements in my class." Snape immediately looked at Ian with annoyed eyes after hearing this.
"You think I don't know that this odor is unbearable? Do you think there are so many potion masters in this world who are better than you, and don't know how to eliminate the smell of this potion?"
"The clever little guy...has such a smell is the result of the developer's deliberate purpose, and the purpose is to prevent herbicides from being accidentally eaten by some unlucky guys!"
He said why weeding is done The potion will smell so bad.
"Uh..."
Of course Ian could guess this, but he actually had other ways to prevent accidental ingestion, but good uncle Snape obviously did not give him any chance or ideas to explain.
"If I don't tell you this, are you still going to add some pineapple flavor to it with pride?" He didn't see through Ian's thoughts.
Just just mocking me in my own way as always.
Hearing.
Ian hasn't reacted yet.
Ririm, who started reading again, looked up suddenly, looked at Snape with a speechless expression, and then, after sighing heavily, he lowered his head again. "That's how it comes." No one heard a low voice. "Failed work! No one will dare to buy herbicides like you!" Snape was not targeting Ian, but he felt that Ian sometimes disrespects the achievements of his predecessors.
In this regard.
Ian hasn't refuted yet.
Ririm, not far away, had already raised his hand.
"If you think of this as a poison, maybe it will have a good market, it may be cheap, very toxic, and even conventional testing methods cannot be discovered."
< br>The blonde boy actually proposed a different idea.
"You are indeed a genius!"
Ian looked at the blonde boy incredibly. He didn't expect that there were confidants in this world who had such a close relationship with him. He had similar research purposes for such an attempt.
After all.
This herbicide has the characteristics of paraquat.
"Mr. Ollivander, this is not the time for you to make suggestions." Snape was obviously stunned after hearing this, but soon snorted coldly with a gloomy face. "I don't think there will be such a stupid wizard who can't even find this." His eyes flashed slightly, but he still had a sarcastic evaluation.
"..."
Ririm's expression is very...undescribable, it is a situation of embarrassment and speechlessness. "It's not necessarily true. Maybe some very powerful wizards will also be misled when they are too angry." He seemed to be trying hard to defend what Ian should have made.
"Then I suggest that wizard cure his brain, well, maybe he should change his eyes." Snape directly judged the situation of Ririm's hypothesis without thinking about it.
The tone is still sarcastic.
"……………”
Ririm looked at Snape deeply, sat back in his seat, and stopped saying anything. He took down all the books he raised, looking a little Sleeping into autism.
"Hard it again!"
Snape ignored Ririm and turned to sternly order Ian. What can the little wizard do? He suffered from hegemony and could only put the modified herbicide he had made into a bottle and put it away, and then he went to get the ingredients again. When he came back, he found that Ririm was straight. He stared at the potion he placed on the table.
Ian was a little familiar with this look.
So the vigilant little wizard immediately put his work in his wallet and hid it close to his body. Seeing his behavior, Ririm sighed and withdrew his gaze. "Damn it, it's a big blow." He cursed in a low voice.
The next potion class was not full of trouble.
Ian was very fast.
He successfully made a second pot of herbicide potion within the specified time, avoiding the possibility of relive the fate of the toilet cleaner. After class, Ian hurriedly boiled some potion for himself to treat diarrhea. "Hope Ririm is scaring people."
Ian gave Aurora a bottle, and drank a bottle himself. After looking at the clocks in the corridor, he also had it. I walked to the top of the North Tower that I needed to go for the last class of today.
The divination class classroom is here.
Under normal circumstances.
The wizards in the first and second grades only need to take astronomical classes. However, due to the advice given by Professor Lockhart, the second grade students will take the divination class experience class every month starting this year.
It can also be understood.
As a prophet after all.
The professor of the Black Magic Defense Class will of course also care about this. There is no complaint for the little wizards. After all, this class is an experience class that reduces the class time by reducing the class time by the Black Magic Defense class. The students have not been added with additional courses, and they can still experience novel things. How can they not? Satisfied.
Interestingly, Ian didn't see Ririm in this class, as if Ririm just wanted to take a second-grade potion class.
"I think your grandfather also wants to be lazy, and he also gets the same salary when he takes less class every month." Ian felt that he saw through Grindelwald's true intentions.
Aurora did not comment on this.
The two of them came together to the North Tower where the divination class was located, and they were waiting on a platform where Sybil Trilawney had lived since entering Hogwarts.
There are no stairs nearby.
Because the door of the divination class is on the ceiling of the platform. Just when many little wizards who are full of expectations for novel courses look around and try to find a door to enter.
"Crazy~"
A ladder hung down from the ceiling. Ian took the lead in climbing up the ladder, Aurora followed closely, and then the other little wizards who had come back to their senses immediately picked it up.
The steps of the stairs seem a little shaking because of their age, and each step makes a slight squeak, as if reminding the visitor how unreliable it is.
It's all a sign.
Omen in the sense of divination.
But no one seems to have discovered it, including Aurora, a natural prophet.
Ian entered the classroom.
First of all, he smelled a strong smell of incense, a herbal breath mixed with sandalwood, which made people feel like they were in the shrine of an ancient fortune teller. This is a seemingly weird classroom, which is more like a fusion of a teahouse and residence than a teaching room.
The light in the classroom looks dim and soft, and the crimson curtains almost completely obscured the windows. Only a few rays of faint light can be sprinkled in through the gaps in the curtains, forming swaying halos. It adds a dreamy atmosphere to the whole room, and it does look a bit mysterious.
Of course.
This is what others think.
In Ian's eyes.
He felt that such a place was more like a place of sin that was hidden in the corners of the streets and alleys, turning on the pink lights on time at night, making many lost people linger.
"Is this a divination class classroom?"
"I seem to have smelled the breath of fate! What a mysterious place!"
"I must study this course seriously. As long as I calculate the winning number of Muggle World Lottery, I can make my parents become rich second generation in the reverse direction!"
...
< br>The little wizards were chattering and discussing.
There are many round low tables in the center of the classroom, and a crystal ball is placed on each table. Many young wizards come up and want to raise their hands to touch them, but they are not very brave.
It was at this moment.
"Oh, another group of little wizards struggling in fate." A trance and low voice suddenly sounded, and a thin and tall woman walked out of the curtain.
"It feels so wonderful to see you in a tangible world." She was wearing glasses, and her hair was dark brown that she had never taken care of at first sight, mixed with a few strands of them. Some of the dry grayish whites were like the dead grass that was blown by the wind on her shoulders, adding a bit of irreconcilable smell to her.
Living in an environment where light is gone all year round makes the professor's skin appear unhealthy pale. Her face is thin and her cheekbones are tall and she seems to have some nutritional problems.
"Let me see, let me see, see your future, see your... ending." Professor Sybil Trilawney looked around the audience with his eyes curled up. Little wizard.
Her eyes were covered by a pair of huge round glasses, the lenses were as thick as the bottom of a wine bottle, the frame was golden, and the edges were carved with complex astrological patterns.
"Oh, not good, not very good."
"Same thing about you, be careful of the people around you."
"Children, listen, the shadow of darkness is in Hogwarts The corridor quietly spread…” Professor Sybil Trilawney first scared several young wizards.
So.
Her eyes stopped at Ian.
"Huh?"
Professor Sybil Trelawney was stunned at first, and then, his whole body felt like an epilepsy and suddenly twitched, bringing everyone who was still immersed in the atmosphere of prophecy. They were all shocked.
"What's wrong with this professor?"
"Are you sick?"
"Why did she shake like my mother was secretly playing with toys in the dormitory? ? ”
…
Sybil Trelawney's hands were waving in the air, making a vague sound in her mouth. The little wizard looked at her in horror and didn't know what was going on.
"I'm here to feel it?"
Ian was a little surprised. He looked at Aurora who was thinking about it next to him, and then looked at the professor who had been twitching for a long time. It seems that I remember this professor has such special abilities.
Asolutely.
As Sybil Trelawney's body tremble stopped, her whole temperament changed drastically. The originally confused eyes became particularly clear and dazzling.
"Please save us, save us..."
Her voice was hoarse and desperate.
"My Lord."
The tone reached out to Ian with a crying smell.
(This chapter ends)