Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 512 The School Days of Harry and the Three

Under the command of Professor Trelawney, several bright irregular balls slowly floated up in the divination classroom, circling each other.

More or less, they glow indistinctly... Pausing from time to time... Converging a unique astronomical scene for students to study and study.

A damp and cold gust of wind gradually raged outside the tower building, blowing the heavy curtains in the classroom high.

It looks like it's going to rain,

After exhaling a puff of smoke, Professor Trelawney simply announced that the get out of class was over in advance.

Professor Trelawney stood in front of the window like that, spraying large chunks of smoke to the outside, watching the gray mist being torn apart in the cold wind, scattered, and blown into various faint line shapes with the wind.

The cold wind howled, blowing her brightly colored colorful cloak, making a weird tearing sound.

After Harry took a deep look at the professor he had never figured out, he left the greatly transformed divination classroom along the silver movable staircase.

"It's so cool! It's so cool..."

Lavender Brown and Parvati were trembling with excitement, and the two of them blatantly announced the various changes in Professor Trelawney's performance in the crowd.

"I knew it...Professor Trelawney is different, she has a real Celestial Eye...It seems that when she decides to leave Hogwarts, she will finally hand over her real skills to us."

The two had always admired the divination professor, but after such a performance, they became Professor Trelawney's most loyal followers.

Harry also felt a lot of doubts about Professor Trelawney... the contrast, the completely different performance...

Could this be her real face?

Why is this guy not hiding now, why does she want to leave Hogwarts?

Harry hadn't forgotten that at the end of last term, she had predicted that Voldemort would come back again, and now that prophecy had been unmistakably fulfilled.

Compared to Harry's worry.

Ron didn't take it seriously. When they merged into the flow of people downstairs and went back to the auditorium for dinner, he suddenly remembered something and said with great joy, "Ha! I remembered...Professor Trelawney didn't assign homework, so I don't worry. If the future divination classes are so simple...that would be great, Harry!"

"What's so great?!" Hermione suddenly appeared in front of the two of them with a large stack of books, placed them heavily on the vacant place on the long table, and asked.

After Ron finished talking about Professor Trelawney's changes two or three times, Hermione was dumbfounded, "That liar... how could it be possible? Could it be that she lied to us before? She's leaving Hogwarts?"

Seeing Hermione and Harry thinking about this matter with extremely solemn faces, Ron was also a little dazed.

"Isn't it? What's there to think about... That old bat must have realized that he couldn't get along in Hogwarts, so he left on his own initiative... To be honest, I kind of like her current teaching style, and I'm a little bit reluctant for her to leave."

"It's not that simple! Ron!" Hermione sighed heavily, "If Trelawney has been putting on a show, then Professor Dumbledore who hired her should know about it, and if this guy really has the ability to predict the future? What would make her escape from Hogwarts Castle, which can be said to be the safest... let her hide for 13 years."

Several people glanced at each other, and an answer emerged in their hearts.

— Voldemort!

It can only be him.

But no one said it.

"It would be great if McGuffin was here. He seems to know a lot of secrets about this old witch... surely he can guess why Professor Trelawney left here early?"

"What's the matter? Why don't we write and ask the MacGuffins!"

"You don't know Albert yet! Why don't you ask carefully in person... This guy always answers the answers contained in the questions, but hides other things. He won't say a word... What is that voice?" Hermione said, looking up to the auditorium.

A harsh voice suddenly sounded from the Slytherin table.

Then it immediately crackled like something hit the ground, and there was a shrill scream, which continued in hysteria.

It was like someone was yelling at the top of their lungs.

They seem to have heard Malfoy's name.

Harry and Ron stood up and looked, or rather, all the students eating in the auditorium kept approaching the long Slytherin table with an uncontrollably excited expression.

A large group of students had gathered around, and the auditorium began to be noisy and discussing.

"Ron, Harry... go and see... Slytherins are fighting among themselves! We just needed this for fun... Ah, what we've just had was a horrible experience."

George and Fred seemed to be very irritable. They yelled in the voice of fearing that the world would not be chaotic, and invited others to watch the fun together, as if to soothe their emotions.

The two even trotted for a while, came over and took two sticks of greasy sausages and two cups of pumpkin juice, and gathered around to watch the fun.

Many of the little wizards in Gryffindor were as happy as hell, almost celebrating Christmas early.

"Rang Rang... what happened?"

Harry and the others stood on tiptoe for a long time without understanding what happened.

After they squeezed through the crowd, they saw——

Goyle, Crabbe was tugging on LS Malfoy as if trying to calm her down.

And Malfoy was roaring ferociously, waving his wand, and threw Millicent Fawcett viciously onto the long table in Slytherin. Using her fat body as a rag, he swept across the food of everyone on the long table.

The things on the dining table fell directly to the ground, making a loud noise.

In the end, Malfoy simply threw Fawcett to the ground a few meters away, smashing his head and bleeding.

Seeing this scene, Ron gloated and said, "What's wrong with them? I thought Malfoy didn't have the guts?"

"How dare you insult my mother, Fawcett..."

When Malfoy lost his mind, Harry and the others probably figured out what was going on.

"Look over there..."

George whispered and pointed in the direction.

Harry, Hermione and the others turned their heads and looked... Cho Zhang, and Cedric Diggory were avoiding everyone's eyes... hurriedly leaving the hall.

That's right, after all, Malfoy's current situation is related to Cedric...

It would be too embarrassing for the two of them to be here, and it would be better not to meet DeLS Malfoy in this situation.

Harry's eyes followed Cho Chang's figure until the two of them disappeared and another figure entered the hall.

Harry quickly lowered his head, ready to pull Ron, Hermione and the others left quietly.

It's a pity it's too late.

A grim voice sounded from behind the crowd.

"If you've got time to squander on this mindless fun, I think you've got everything you need to know... huh? Harry!"

Snape's voice was like mosquito repellant, although it was not too loud, it immediately drove away a large group of students who joined in the fun and made noise...or in other words, there were not many people in the auditorium immediately, even if there were...there were only a few little wizards who hadn't eaten, and they chewed food quickly without making a sound...like some kind of ridiculous stunt.

FK!

No matter how he hid there, the old bat could find him immediately.

Harry straightened up slowly, raised his head, and stared at the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Snape's black eyes lingered on Harry for a long time before sweeping over the scene of the conflict between LS Malfoy and Millicent Fawcett.

He pulled out his wand and pointed it at the Slytherin table, as well as Malfoy and Millicent.

Soon, everything was back to normal.

Only the trembling Slytherin students stood in a row, with their heads bowed;

However, Snape was still Snape, he didn't change to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor...but changed his usual attitude of favoring the students of his own academy.

After walking back and forth in front of the row of Slytherin students a few times, his voice echoed coldly in the increasingly empty auditorium.

"You really have the ability... I never thought that the students of Slytherin would be like those idiots in Gryffindor, who didn't use the thing on the top of your neck at all... What did you put in it? Is it only water and fat, and a surprisingly small amount of protein?"

Snape's low-pitched accusation was not serious, but the cold voice almost scared Goyle, Crabbe, and Millicent into peeing.

Harry saw the pale faces of the Slytherin students, the sweat dripping from their foreheads in big drops, and the legs of the row of people seemed to be pumping like motorcycle engines.

Ron tried to hold back his laughter so as not to attract Snape's attention.

Unfortunately, after simply reprimanding these Slytherins, Snape naturally raised it high as usual, put it down gently, and then pointed the spearhead at Harry and the others.

"You have to know that my college allows competition and conflict among students...but it can't accommodate stupidity... Please use your brain before taking action, at least don't lose the honor of our college..."

"Okay, fifteen points from Slytherin for your stupid behavior... If, if this happens between the Slytherins I find out... I will notify your parents and take you home."

"De LS Malfoy, if you go on like this, I think you'll have to actually ask your father to transfer you to another school."

"And you, Miss Millicent Fawcett . . . you too!"

After Snape finished speaking, he immediately looked at the three of Harry.

"Harry Potter...you can be seen anywhere! Since you have so much time to watch the show, then for you... the famous one is not a boy... Have you fully mastered the knowledge of Defense Against the Dark Arts class? Next class... I will test you and your friends in detail in the next class..."

With that said, Snape left the auditorium quickly with his rustling cloak.

There was an eerie silence in the foyer hall.

No one dared to move except Snape. When he left, the Slytherin students collapsed to the ground, and it took a long time for them to get up with each other's support.

Harry and Ron couldn't care less about gloating.

Snape's threat just now made the two very uneasy, and they didn't know what kind of thing they would face in a few days.

"Hermione?"

"What should be taught in the fourth grade Defense Against the Dark Arts class..."

The two were devastated and agreed that they were 'dead'.

After Snape left, everyone who ran outside to hide, especially the Gryffindor students ran in one after another. George and Fred looked at them with great sympathy when they heard about what happened between Harry and Snape.

"Ah... get ready, Harry! Ron!"

"What? What do you mean." The two became more nervous.

"Face hell!"

"Snape's Defense Against the Dark Arts class was hell..." Lee Jordan also came over and added, "We had that guy's class this afternoon."

"What will happen, what are the details... is it really that scary?" Ron asked eagerly.

"Well... no matter how you imagine it, it will be a million times more terrifying than you expected." Fred said.

"Let's put it this way? How bad Snape's Potions class was in the past, compared horizontally with Defense Against the Dark Arts class...it can be called a children's fairy tale..."

"Get ready...for hell!"

After George and the others said a few words, they hurriedly left here with a pale face.

Ron reconfirmed the class schedule in his backpack.

"Thursday... Harry, Defense Against the Dark Arts is Thursday..."

Listening to that tone, Ron seemed to be praying that this day would never fail to come.

……

In the following days, due to the time bomb of Snape's threat, Harry and Ron's life began to be particularly difficult.

While they'd gotten enough help from Hermione to get ready,...

"I can't do it anymore, that bat monster Snape is always trying to find a way...Harry! Don't waste time." Ron was about to give up trying, he wanted to 'lie down' and didn't move.

At this moment, the bell for Potions class rang.

They were standing in front of the familiar basement classroom,

For a long time this had been Snape's private classroom and office where he lectured and frightened people.

The doors were already open, and the students lined up to walk in.

Slughorn was standing on the podium, sticking out his big belly, greeting every student.

Especially for Harry, he seemed extraordinarily enthusiastic.

Horace even pulled Harry on the podium and talked to him about the MacGuffin for a long time. When he returned to Hermione Ron, everyone was already seated and ready for class.

The atmosphere in the classroom was completely different from Snape's time.

That creepy feeling is completely gone.

The horrible living specimens in the glass jars on the surrounding bookcases all disappeared, replaced by large crucibles that were bubbling and boiling, and there were bursts of hot, complex, and extremely tempting smells.

This fragrance makes people addicted to it.

Every student giggled lazily, and they felt like their bodies were floating limply like sitting on a cloud.

Harry was very satisfied.

Slughorn's voice is indistinct and mesmerizing like magic candy in Honeydukes.

The smiling old professor, like a kindly walrus in the steam, read the names of the students in the roster.

Briefly met the students one by one.

"Harry Potter!"

"I'm here!" Harry didn't know why he was smirking at Slughorn, but he did.

After the roll call, Slughorn asked them to look through the textbooks and start the Potions class. In this atmosphere, everyone felt much more relaxed, and even Neville, who had a psychological shadow here, was no longer so afraid.

(End of this chapter)