Chinese students at Hogwarts

"R-I'm sorry?" Harry asked in confusion.

Malfoy looked horrified, and a series of wizarding horror legends such as vampires and reanimated corpses had already appeared in his mind.

He looked around, found Zhang Xiao's position, and quietly moved in his direction little by little.

But Professor Trelawney was completely unresponsive to what was happening around her.

Because she had just taken off her glasses, her slightly red and swollen eyes were clearly exposed.

Harry and Malfoy became more and more panicked and hid behind Zhang Xiao. They dared to bet with the wealth of the Weasley family.

Trelawney must be suffering from some illness, because it is impossible for a normal person's eyes to move so fast.

"Zhang Zhang, do we want to run away first? Report to the professor or something?"

Malfoy swallowed and continued in a determined tone:

"She looked like she was about to transform. I once read a book, and the old witch in it was like this. Her neck suddenly broke, and then a big python came out of it!"

Um? Zhang Xiao frowned, feeling that this story seemed a little strangely familiar.

"Zhang, do we really not need to worry about her?" Harry hesitated, wondering whether to run to the school hospital.

At this time, Professor Trelawney spoke again, still with that hoarse and strange voice, which was very different from her own, but more like the whisper of a devil.

"This is an irreversible fate. Darkness is gathering, desires are twisting. The box is about to be opened.

No one can escape, everyone will be involved. Destruction, destruction, destruction, and the lonely brave man can hardly hold on anymore.

He is the bravest one. What a pity. The tragic song of the hero has begun to play. No one knows his achievements.

The Dark Lord covets this twisted power. But he never understands that it is self-destruction."

Malfoy and Harry were startled by these garbled words, and they became even more frightened and uneasy. Zhang Xiao only felt pain on both sides of his arms being pinched.

They noticed that Trelawney's eyes no longer had any black pupils, and turned into a penetrating pale. She was shaking more and more violently, and suddenly looked at Zhang Xiao.

Immediately afterwards, Trelawney was heard screaming like never before, and blood flowed from her eyes, nostrils, and ears.

It looked like an extremely terrifying ghost. Harry and Malfoy were startled and screamed even louder.

"ah----------!"

Trelawney's trembling became more and more severe, and she pointed at Zhang Xiao: "You, the destined person, do not belong."

Zhang Xiao's face was as dark as water, and his eyebrows were tightly knitted together.

Professor Trelawney's trembling suddenly stopped, as if a power outage had occurred, and her forehead suddenly dropped to her chest.

Harry and Ron couldn't help but shiver as well.

"Is she dead?"

Malfoy's throat seemed to be strangled, and he didn't even dare to breathe. Harry shook his head, only showing two eyes, and carefully looked over Zhang Xiao's shoulder.

With a painful groan, her head suddenly lifted up again.

Harry and Malfoy shuddered again and came back to life! It’s a charlatan!

"Sorry, dear child." Professor Trelawney raised her head, revealing a 'tragic and terrifying' face.

He said as if in a dream: "Ah, it seems too hot. As you know, heat makes you sleepy easily. I watched the stars for a long time last night, so I fell asleep."

Harry and Malfoy were dumbfounded as if they were watching a horror movie, hiding behind Zhang Xiao at a loss.

The next second, Professor Trelawney felt a little uncomfortable on her face. She just touched a handful and put it in front of her eyes, and the smile on her face froze.

She stared at the blood on her hands, made a gurgling sound in her throat, and fell down neatly.

The little wizards who have just finished their exams are preparing to have some fun and spend their last carefree and happy time.

But I heard a brand new gossip - Professor Trelawney tried to predict a big wave, but her ability was limited and suffered a backlash, and she is currently lying unconscious in the school hospital.

It’s so exciting!

Except for those little wizards in the third and fourth grade, and some girls who are not very smart, who among the senior little wizards doesn’t know that Trelawney is a ‘divination squib’ who has no ability and relies solely on deception?

Apart from small prophecies such as breaking vases and spraining feet, which I don’t know whether they are true or not, I have never heard of her making any famous prophecies. Compared with her ancestor, the famous soothsayer Cassandra Trelawny , it is simply an insult to reputation.

Now you are actually trying to predict a big wave?

The little wizards were having a heated discussion in the auditorium, even putting aside their annoyance over the confusion between the weirdos Ulric and Eudic during the History of Magic exam.

Ron held up the roasted golden chicken legs with both hands, put his wrists against his head, and looked at the empty seat next to him - generally speaking, this seat belonged to Harry.

"A little, just a little!" He said to Hermione in annoyance: "If I had left a little later, I would have become a witness to the Trelawney incident!

Heck, I never missed anything important at school! "

"So that you have a new story to tell, right?" Hermione revealed Ron's true thoughts without mercy.

Ron was very dissatisfied: "Hermione! I'm obviously very powerful too!"

Hermione instinctively wanted to say something, but suddenly fell silent, because Ron was right, he was indeed very powerful, Harry's daunting life-threatening training.

Only Ron gritted his teeth and persisted, which almost improved his strength by leaps and bounds.

"Well, I'm more concerned about what prophecy Trelawney made than this."

Hermione stared at the pie on the plate and murmured.

"Harry will be back soon, won't we know if we ask him?"

Ron stuffed the chicken drumstick into his mouth and replied vaguely, not caring at all.

Dumbledore removed his wand from Trelawney's body, put it in his sleeve, and stood up slowly.

"How is Sybil doing?"

Professor McGonagall looked worriedly at Trelawney lying on the bed in the ward not far away, and asked Dumbledore.

"It's nothing at the moment. It's like a coma caused by exhaustion and panic."

Dumbledore shook his head gently. He glanced at Zhang Xiao, smiled, and then said:

"Minerva, there is no need to worry. Our Potions teacher, Professor Snape, said he has extensive experience in dealing with this situation."

Behind him, Snape was using extremely skillful techniques to adjust an improved version of the Water of Life and Death—a potion that he had made casually before just because he found it interesting.

The young dean never thought that this 'little gadget' would one day become the most potion he has ever endured in his life.

Who is to blame?

Zhang Xiao blushed and couldn't help but touch his Qiankun Bag. There was also an improved version of Life and Death Water from Professor Snape in it, which was enough to last ten years.

Professor McGonagall breathed a long sigh of relief, but the worry was still clearly visible in her eyes.

"Well, I know Sybil has been under a lot of pressure, but I didn't expect it."

The chubby Professor Sprout wrung her fingers and wore her wide-brimmed hat surrounded by green leaves on her head:

"When Sybil wakes up, I will treat her to the most delicious meal and tell her that she doesn't need to put so much pressure on herself."

Behind many professors, Harry and Malfoy gathered together and murmured quietly.

"Doesn't Professor McGonagall dislike Professor Trelawney? Why does she look so concerned?"

"Maybe this is the vice principal's responsibility?" Malfoy speculated in a low voice.

Harry thought carefully about Professor McGonagall's character and couldn't help but nodded. After being silent for a while, he couldn't help but couldn't help his curiosity and touched Malfoy's waist with his elbow again.

He asked with dissatisfied eyes:

"Zhang told us before that maybe Professor Trelawney made a real prophecy. What do you mean by that prophecy?"

Malfoy glanced at him impatiently, with his hands behind his back, and his whole person exuded a kind of arrogance:

"How many times have I said it, Potter - the Malfoy family has never believed in prophecies, and no one will study prophecies."

With unparalleled confidence, he said loudly:

"Malfoy doesn't need the prophecy, and he won't have anything to do with it!"

Harry rolled his eyes and decided not to pay attention to Malfoy.

But the strange thing is that after Harry ignored Malfoy, Malfoy took the initiative to come up to him and whispered:

"Though Trelawny must have been dizzy and gibbering from her own fragrance.

But if you insist that it is a prophecy, I can only say that she is scaring people? "

"Scaring people?" Although Harry decided not to pay attention to Malfoy, Malfoy's words still aroused his curiosity again.

"Yes, scare people." Malfoy snorted softly from his nose: "According to Professor Trelawney, our entire world is about to be destroyed.

How can this be? "

Harry nodded silently, feeling that Trelawney was indeed talking nonsense. The world was destroyed?

How is it possible? It’s not a story. The world will be destroyed at every turn.

"And the Dark Lord is coveting this power. This power will eventually destroy the world, and he himself was first swallowed by this power."

Malfoy added his own point of view, full of sarcasm:

“The Dark Lord’s ability to unleash powers beyond his control to destroy the world is almost hilarious.

My dad used to, uh, say that the Dark Lord just wanted to rule the world and enslave the Muggles, and if he destroyed the world, he would be the only one left.

Then who will he rule? "

Harry nodded at these words. He had never discovered that Malfoy had such good analytical skills before.

"So -" Malfoy's eyes were bright, and his confidence was getting stronger and stronger: "This is absolutely impossible to happen.

There was absolutely no way the Dark Lord could do such a thing, unless he was out of his mind?

Do you believe the Dark Lord is out of his mind? "

Harry shook his head firmly.

Malfoy withdrew his gaze with satisfaction: "So - this is completely impossible!

I would rather suspect that the Malfoy family is a born prophet, and I will not believe that the Dark Lord who brings fear to the world is a fool! "

Just as the two were whispering, they suddenly heard Dumbledore ask softly:

"Harry, Malfoy, Zhang, according to what you said - Sibine said something before she fell?"

Before Zhang Xiao had time to speak, two conspicuous bags had already nodded their heads:

"Yes, Professor Dumbledore, Professor Trelawney, what does the world mean-"

Dumbledore waved his hand to stop them from continuing. Instead, he pondered for a while, turned around and said to Professor McGonagall:

"Minerva, I'm afraid I have to borrow these three students for a while. When I finish asking, I will personally send them back to their dormitories."

Professor McGonagall still gave Dumbledore a lot of face when there were many people, especially in front of students. She simply agreed:

"You have the final say, Albus."

Harry and Malfoy looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

Principal room!

The legendary principal's office, it's great, I actually have the opportunity to visit the principal's office!

The two little wizards, who still didn't know what was going on, walked into the principal's office, which had not yet been touched, full of expectations and longing.

They stopped in front of a huge, ugly stone monster.

"Strange broad beans!" Dumbledore said in Chinese. Malfoy looked at him in surprise, as if he couldn't believe he could actually understand.

But Dumbledore obviously didn't pay attention to this. His eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and he seemed to be thinking about some important issue.

This was obviously a command, and the monster suddenly came to life and jumped to the side. The wall behind it split in half, revealing the spiral staircase behind it, which was slowly moving upwards like an escalator.

They walked up the stairs, opened the door, and saw the legendary principal's office.

Harry bet that of all the teachers' offices he had visited over the years at Hogwarts, Dumbledore's was definitely the most interesting.

It was a large, beautiful round room filled with all kinds of funny little sounds.

On the table with slender legs, there were many strange silverwares placed, spinning and spitting out small puffs of smoke.

The walls are covered with portraits of old male and female principals, all snoring gently in their respective frames.

(But Harry and Malfoy always felt as if they were secretly opening their eyes to peek)

There was also a huge table in the room with claw-shaped legs. On a shelf behind the table sat a tattered, wrinkled wizard's hat - the Sorting Hat.

Harry wanted to say something, but saw Zhang Xiao walking over and waving in an unusually familiar manner.

Three chairs immediately slid over, and the candy box Dumbledore had hidden opened like a flower, revealing the various snacks inside like a treasure.

The kettle was turned on, and several cups of hot tea flew to Harry and Malfoy.

Harry and Malfoy opened their mouths, their little faces full of confusion - why do you feel like you have gone home?

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ps: Recommended book ~ "Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of Moving Castle", hehe, Wagyu Niu has copied it. Although I haven't read it, this is the best achievement among HP fans in the current serialization.

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