I was expelled from Hogwarts?

Rove didn't know how long Sirius and Snape had scolded each other. Anyway, during class on Monday, both of them were a little hoarse.

If only one person has a voice problem, the young wizards will at most think that it is because they are tired from teaching, but at the same time, there is a problem... so everyone can't help thinking about it for no reason.

Considering the abnormal behavior of Snape and Sirius on the first night of school, rumors soon spread that the two had fought in private and stabbed each other's throat dumb.

As for what was used to stab it, it is not very clear. Anyway, in the cp text about the two of them circulated in Hogwarts, there are all kinds of weapons, and the locations are not limited to offices, classrooms, medicine storage rooms and... crucibles.

The plainest plot will make people blush after watching it.

Snape had his eye on Rove thoroughly. After all, Rove was the first wizard other than the Dark Lord who dared to call him a fool to his face.

So Rove officially surpassed Harry and enjoyed the supreme palace-level treatment of Potions class.

Tasting the poison brewed by Neville and Hannah was just an appetizer. In order to avoid the detoxification effect of the bezoar, Snape would also administer the medicine himself.

It's a pity that Rove had been prepared for a long time. He used a smoky way to prostitute a lot of tears from Fox.

He took some in every class, and he was safe and sound every time, which made Snape a little suspicious of life, thinking that the poison he prepared had expired.

It shouldn't be... He drugged Potter and Weasley in Gryffindor class, and it worked out every time.

The news that Filch's office was stolen quickly spread throughout Hogwarts. In order to avoid panic, the school did not mention Peter Pettigrew.

The students have speculated about the murderer.

The Weasley twins, who were still looking for Boggart, somehow became the villains.

They really want to sneak into Filch's office, after all, there are too many prohibited items stored there, it can be said to be the ultimate Gensokyo and one piece.

But this time it's really not them!

The two often let others take the blame, and this time they tasted the bitterness of being wronged.

As October entered, Professor Trelawney's divination class became the most popular class at Hogwarts.

Many students who did not choose her course came to take the class one after another.

It's not that everyone really likes divination, but most of them are happy people who want to see when Trelawney's death prophecy for her will come true.

Trelawney has been in the industry for twelve years, and she is considered to be rich in experience, but it is really Snape who gives Gryffindor extra points for every class with so many students who are just taking the class... It is unprecedented.

She even had the illusion that I'm hot...my talent has been seen through by the students.

After a substantial adjustment in self-awareness, the first thing Professor Trelawney did was to write an application to Professor Dumbledore, asking for a salary increase.

She has been working hard for twelve years, and she has trained so many excellent fortune tellers for the magic world, and now there are so many students who don't take classes... Why should their wages be raised?

Of course, this request was ruthlessly rejected by the vice-principal, Professor McGonagall.

As a result, Professor Trelawney, who was furious, transferred her death notice from the students to Professor McGonagall in October class.

In class, Rove and Neville were exchanging teacups, predicting each other's good luck, when they saw Professor Trelawney holding a crystal ball, suddenly convulsed and let out several screams.

Here we go again. Rove whispered, How many times is this class?

Neville lowered his head and counted the records in the notebook, and said, This is the fourth time.

Trelawney twitched an average of four and a half times, screamed six times and predicted one death per class.

If her predictions had come true every time, Hogwarts would probably be empty by now.

When will I get her real prophecy for nothing?

Rove sighed.

Hannah on the side looked at Trelawney with reverence on her face. She and Susan are now Professor Trelawney's little fans.

In the first class, Trelawney told Hannah to be careful of the dark-haired man, who Hannah had identified as Professor Snape.

Professor Trelawney, did you see anything? Hannah asked cautiously.

I saw a terrible future. Professor Trelawney said in the faintest and most distant voice:

My dear, that omen is striding towards the school... getting closer and closer... that thing... will happen!

What's the matter, professor? Hannah couldn't help asking.

Professor Trelawney's large eyes opened dramatically.

A lion...a ferocious full-grown lion...will die in Gryffindor Tower...before Halloween...

Many students took a deep breath.

Professor, adult lion... aren't you talking about Professor McGonagall? Susan asked.

I wish it wasn't her, but... Professor Trelawney sighed, slumped on a chair, and covered his face.

Justin looked around hard, staring at the crystal ball, he raised his hand and said:

Professor, I don't see anything.

Children, looking at a crystal ball is a very delicate art. Professor Trelawney shook his head and sighed, You haven't learned this skill yet, so of course you can't peep into this unfathomable sphere.

Professor Trelawney, when will your death prediction come true last time? McMillan hurriedly asked.

Oh, what about that? I told you that healers don't heal themselves... fortune tellers don't do divination for themselves either. Professor Trelawney's voice became erratic:

The result of divination for yourself is that you will get a warning, not a real prophecy.

Professor Trelawney's explanation obviously cannot convince everyone, but she has already said in a vague voice:

I think this is the end of today's class. Please pack your things... By the way, remind Professor McGonagall to be careful... What she is afraid of will happen before Halloween.

The whole class silently returned the teacup to Professor Trelawney, closed the book, packed up the schoolbag, and left the classroom.

The Hufflepuff students left the North Tower and walked towards the Transfiguration classroom, and they hurried to the classroom just before class began.

By this time, the Ravenclaw students had arrived.

Shirley was sitting in the first row, flipping through her textbooks, and Rove sat down beside her.

The girl with the ponytail glanced at the Hufflepuff student who had a strange atmosphere, and asked in a low voice, What happened?

Just now in the divination class, Professor Trelawney predicted that a lion would die in Gryffindor Tower before Halloween. Rove shrugged: She also hinted that it was Professor McGonagall.

Shirley raised her eyebrows. She chose arithmetic divination instead of divination class, but she had also heard of Trelawney's name.

The rest of the class kept casting furtive glances at Professor McGonagall, as if she was going to drop dead at any moment.

Professor McGonagall also felt the weird eyes of the students, she frowned and said, What's wrong?

Hannah raised her hand and said, Professor, we just had a divination class, and Professor Trelawney said that before Halloween...

Ah, of course, Professor McGonagall snorted softly: There is no need to go on, Miss Abbott, tell me, Professor Trelawney just predicted who will die before Halloween?

Everyone stared at Professor McGonagall.

Oh, is it my turn this time? Professor McGonagall pursed his lips and said in a mocking tone:

I don't want to speak ill of my colleagues, but I must say that divination is one of the most inaccurate subjects in magic, and to tell you the truth, I'm the most impatient with divination.

There are very few people who can truly foresee the future, and Professor Trelawney...

Although Professor McGonagall did not say the word liar, the meaning is obvious.

Compared to worrying about my safety, I am more concerned about the progress of your class.

Speaking of Halloween, I have to remind you that the first Hogsmeade weekend was on the eve of Halloween.

Professor McGonagall said cheerfully:

You have to prepare the application form in advance and submit it to your respective headmaster. If you don't submit the form, you don't go to Hogsmeade. So, don't forget it!

Neville suddenly looked horrified and said, Oops, I... I think I lost my watch...

Your grandma sent me the watch directly, Mr. Longbottom, she thinks it's safer. Professor McGonagall blinked and said:

I didn't think so at first. I thought you were so old, but now it seems that your grandma knows you better.

The students all laughed out loud.

Shirley raised her head and looked out the window, pursing her lips lightly.

Knowing that the girl with ponytails returned to the monastery during the summer vacation, Rove did not get a signature, so he comforted him:

It's okay, I can sign the application form for you by pretending to be the handwriting of your abbot.

Be careful of being discovered by Professor Flitwick. Shirley lowered her voice.

He doesn't know your dean's handwriting. Luo Fu said indifferently: Otherwise, I will sign my grandfather's name, and I will imitate it the most. I will definitely not be regarded as a fake.

Your grandfather's name? Shirley raised her eyebrows, she turned to stare at Rove and said:

Mr. Scamander is your grandfather, not my grandfather. What's the point of signing my application?

It can also be your grandfather. Luo Fu said with a smile: He definitely doesn't mind a temporary guest appearance.

Shirley leaned her elbows on the table, dragging her hot cheeks, tilting her head like this, smiling at the boy.

Professor McGonagall stood on the podium with a speechless expression on her face. Although she was not the Headmaster of Ravenclaw, she was also the Vice-Principal anyway.

When the two of you were chatting over there, can you avoid some people... It's too arrogant.

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