Hogwarts: Harry's Path to Witches

Chapter 229 I, Trelawney, punch the darkness and kick the evil! (Come on for the college entrance examination)

After hearing what the twins said, Hermione staggered on the ground in surprise. Fortunately, Harry caught her in time.

Hermione let go of Harry's hand holding her, and asked curiously: "Have you discovered Professor Lupin's identity? I thought I was the only one who discovered it!"

"Don't think others are too stupid, Hermione." George smiled and shook his finger.

"Fred and I didn't get good grades, but we just weren't very good at taking tests."

“Both of us are definitely among the top ten in school when it comes to applying what we have learned into practice.”

"Then why... didn't you report Professor Lupin?" Hermione hesitated before asking.

"Then why didn't you report Lupine?" Fred asked,

"Is it because of Dumbledore? Dumbledore chose to let Lupine teach us, so Lupine will be fine."

"We trust Dumbledore and don't think he would ignore a werewolf."

Hermione nodded thoughtfully, and then explained the other two people whose nicknames corresponded to the twin brothers.

Anyway, Sirius has paid the fine and published his identity as the ninth Animagus of this century in the newspaper.

So it didn't matter if Hermione said it.

After listening, George asked thoughtfully: "Hermione, you have already mentioned three nicknames, so who does the other one refer to, Wormtail?"

"It's the traitor Peter Pettigrew who was reported in the newspapers recently." Harry suddenly interrupted the conversation,

"He originally had a very good relationship with my father, Sirius, and Professor Lupin, and they made this map together."

Fred and George immediately stopped talking.

After a few seconds of silence, the two began to loudly discuss their newly designed prank product and asked Harry and Hermione for their opinions.

The four people walked and chatted. When they finally entered the auditorium, a huge round dining table was already placed in the center of the auditorium.

Professor Dumbledore, the four Heads of House, and Administrator Filch sat around the table.

"Merry Christmas! Sit down quickly." Professor Dumbledore said with a smile, "Harry, thank you for your gift. This is much better than what others have given."

"Remus was a little unwell, so he couldn't come to today's party. And Sirius decided to keep him company."

"Luckily Severus made him some medicine. What a blessing, isn't it?"

Professor Snape nodded coldly, without any expression on his face.

"Professor, shouldn't Uncle Remus feel uncomfortable until the day after tomorrow?" Harry calculated the date and asked curiously.

Professor Dumbledore nodded:

"I also want to know this question, but Remus suddenly feels uncomfortable."

"He felt that he might have that furry little problem that Sirius talked about at any time, so he didn't want to come to the Christmas party and stayed in the office instead."

"I will monitor this closely and hope there won't be any big trouble." As he said that, Professor Dumbledore glanced at Snape calmly.

Listening to the conversation between Dumbledore and Harry, Professor Snape suddenly felt a little panicked.

He had some doubts. Could it be that there was something wrong with the wolfsbane potion he brewed?

No, the leaves of the sad grass mixed with the nectar of the crazy flower will only cause extremely severe mental pain to the user and will not affect the efficacy of the medicine.

There can't be an unknown reaction, right? By the way, it seems that I did add twice the amount of poisonous tentacles, which may indeed weaken the potency of the wolfsbane potion.

Professor Snape wiped the sweat from his forehead. He did not care about Lupine and Sirius who accompanied Lupine.

It didn't matter if the wolfsbane potion didn't work. Anyway, he didn't like the damn werewolf and the big black dog, and he wished they both died together.

But if Lupine hurt Harley because the Wolfsbane potion failed, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

After much thought, Professor Snape decided to brew the original Wolfsbane potion again without adding those magical little ingredients when he returned to the office.

Soon, two more Hufflepuff first-year students came to the banquet, and then no one else showed up.

The dementors outside the castle this year were more threatening to the students than the basilisk last year.

After all, the basilisk randomly selected one of the people in the castle to attack, and was by default not to attack purebloods.

Dementors, on the other hand, bring fear to everyone equally.

Although they can't enter the castle, if they can't sneak out of Hogwarts Castle to play, why should they stay here for Christmas?

"Professor, aren't the teachers of the elective courses coming?" Hermione asked curiously after Professor Dumbledore announced the start of the banquet.

"Speaking of which, I've never seen them attend any banquets other than back-to-school dinners and end-of-year banquets."

"Oh, this is normal." Professor Dumbledore said with a smile, "Most of our elective course professors are masters in the fields they teach, and they usually do a lot of research."

"They are willing to work at Hogwarts, basically not for the job, but for the platform of Hogwarts."

"During the holidays, they will basically leave the castle and be busy with their own research, so they will not attend the banquet."

Before Professor Dumbledore finished speaking, the door to the auditorium opened.

Professor Trelawney wore a green suit covered with metallic sequins and slid over like a skateboard.

Harry vaguely heard the squeaking sound of the wheels turning under the professor's long run, and determined what tools Professor Trelawney had borrowed.

She glanced at Professor Trelawney in surprise. She didn't expect that Professor Trelawney was actually an expert skateboarder.

Professor Dumbledore stood up: "Sybil, what a surprise! We were talking about you just now!"

"I told the kids you were doing research. So they were still wondering if you would come."

"Oh, Headmaster," Professor Trelawney said in her most disembodied voice.

"Indeed, I didn't want to come. After all, I have more important research. I want to dispel the disaster that has enveloped Hogwarts."

"However, after completing this great work, I happened to see myself joining your banquet."

"Now that fate has revealed everything, why should I not join you?"

Professor McGonagall coughed twice and raised her eyebrows slightly:

"Oh, Sybil, I am very curious, how did you dispel the disaster that enveloped Hogwarts?"

The expression on Professor Trelawney's face was no longer exaggerated. She glanced at Professor McGonagall coldly, and her voice became much more real:

"There are always some people who doubt the ability of a prophecy master like me. This is normal. After all, they have no talent or spirituality."

"They won't understand how a master of prophecy like me can spy on fate and guide the people favored by fate to accomplish everything."

Professor McGonagall snorted from her nose: "That's really hard on you, Sybil."

Seeing that Professor Trelawney was about to destroy his ethereal power and fight Professor McGonagall in the real world, Professor Dumbledore quickly stood up:

"Sibyl, sit down quickly! Well, I have to get you a chair."

As he spoke, he waved his wand, and a chair appeared in the air and landed accurately...between Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall.

Everyone else had to endure it very hard, but the Weasley twins couldn't bear it anymore and just laughed out loud.

What is a Gonghuo Master?

This behavior is comparable to arranging British representatives and French representatives to sit together at the International Federation of Wizards meetings.

It would be strange if the two sides don’t fight!

Wait, Harry suddenly remembered that Professor Dumbledore seemed to be the president of the International Federation of Wizards and had the power to arrange the seats of representatives from various countries.

Seeing how proficient Professor Dumbledore was, Harry felt like he had discovered a blind spot.

Sure enough, Professor Trelawney did not sit down directly, but glared at Fred and George.

Then she blinked her big eyes and looked around the table.

The next second Professor Trelawney covered his heart and suddenly let out a low scream:

"I don't dare, principal! If I sit down at the table, I'll be thirteen! That's the most unlucky thing!"

"As the thirteenth person, the first person on my left will definitely encounter something bad when he stands up!"

Professor McGonagall glanced at the empty space on her right and was about to speak when Professor Trelawney suddenly slid back.

She was so caught up in the drama that she forgot that she was stepping on a skateboard.

Professor Trelawney lost his balance and rushed towards the door.

Fortunately, Harry had quick eyesight and quick hands, and used spider silk to pull Professor Trelawney back.

"Thank you, child." Professor Trelawney said softly after regaining his balance, dragging the chair with him, trying to squeeze in between Harry and Hermione.

However, Hermione seemed a bit heavy and the stool could not be moved, which prevented Professor Trelawney from succeeding.

She had no choice but to move to Harley's other side and pushed Fred away unceremoniously.

Professor Trelawney sat safely on the chair and continued to cover his skateboard with his robe.

"Everyone, start eating quickly. The turkey is already as cold as a stone." Professor Dumbledore said, taking the lead in taking a large piece of honey pie.

However, Professor Trelawney did not start immediately, but chatted with Harley:

"Thank you, child. I dispelled the darkness that enveloped Hogwarts earlier, so I lost too much power."

"You know, I have been watching the past and future of this planet through the crystal ball with my third eye."

"I saw evil approaching, and I saw three stars twinkling abnormally, bringing strangeness and anger."

"But with my full efforts, everything has returned to normal."

Harley maintained a smile on her face and rolled her eyes inwardly.

Professor Trelawney doesn't think of himself as a child anymore, does he? This kind of lie... not even a three-year-old wizard would believe it!

Seeing that Harry didn't react at all, Professor Trelawney continued to brag about himself in a vague, ethereal voice.

Professor McGonagall couldn't stand it anymore. After all, most of the people present were his students, and Professor McGonagall couldn't let his students be affected by "bad" influences.

So during the next Christmas dinner, Professor Trelawney and Professor McGonagall continued their previous verbal confrontation without a winner.

Professor McGonagall's words are sharp and well-founded, mixed with the yin and yang magic she learned from Professor Snape;

Professor Trelawney, on the other hand, gave full play to his expertise as a diviner. Every word he spoke was vague and he did not answer directly. He also boasted wildly about himself and secretly belittled Professor McGonagall.

Sure enough, ever since Professor Trelawney predicted Professor McGonagall's death, the two have really become old enemies.

However, Professor Trelawney is really very skilled. In addition to having a passionate confrontation with Professor McGonagall, she also drank four bottles of sherry by herself.

Considering Professor Trelawney's excellent skateboarding skills...it can only be said that the professor is really versatile.

Harry seriously suspected that Professor Trelawney smelled the aroma of wine upstairs and was willing to come to the Christmas banquet.

After the dinner, as soon as Harry stood up, Professor Trelawney suddenly screamed loudly:

"Dear! Why did you just stand up! You will encounter something ominous... I mean dangerous! I have seen it with my third eye!"

However, Harry did not need to respond, because Professor McGonagall had already resorted to her ultimate move and began to ask Professor Trelawney if she could see next year's budget with her Third Eye.

At this time, Professor Trelawney could no longer maintain his illusory voice and stopped resisting.

She grabbed two unopened bottles of sherry from the table and quickly slipped out of the auditorium.

After the Christmas party, Harry and Hermione did not go back to their dormitory, but strolled to Professor Lupin's office to visit Professor Lupin.

In the office, Professor Lupine and Sirius were sitting opposite each other. The two of them were eating turkey legs and lamb chops, so happily.

I don’t know why, but the way the two of them chew meat is... particularly bold. I don’t know if it’s influenced by werewolves and black dogs.

After seeing the two children come in, Professor Lupine subconsciously put down the mutton chops to protect his image, while Sirius had given up on himself and no longer cared about his image.

"Godfather, Uncle Remus, Merry Christmas." Harry greeted, "Why didn't you drink?"

"Who wants Remus to drink the wolfsbane potion? To make sure nothing happens, just drink some pumpkin juice."

With that said, Sirius raised the pumpkin juice in his hand and took another big sip.

This made Harry feel a little embarrassed, and the hand that had touched the firewhiskey took out of his pocket.

After Hermione sat down, she immediately became concerned about Professor Lupin: "Professor, what do you think?"

"It's okay, it's not a big problem." Professor Luping smiled and shook the chicken drumstick in his hand, "It's just that I have a hunch that the time to turn into a werewolf may be earlier."

"Ahead of time?" Harley repeated softly.

"Yes," Professor Luping nodded, "Normally, you should turn into a werewolf on the night of the full moon, and you will be weak for a period of time."

"But this time I have a hunch that it is very likely that the werewolf will remain in its werewolf state for the day before and after the full moon."

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(Thanks to the two big guys "Thirteen Geniuses" and "Nine-tailed Yanhu" for their rewards!)