The Son of Light of the Snake House

——"...You don't have to go in person, you are the most powerful white mage."

——"Even that child is helping us find... why should I be lazy?"

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The children who go to school in Hogwarts live in isolation in the ivory tower, but this time a major event happened that almost shocked the entire wizarding world.

Sirius was vindicated.

That morning, the owls flocked to bring countless news. Dozens of daily prophets fell from the sky one after another, and were grabbed by the good students.

""The Cruel Murderer Sirius Is Actually Taking the Blame for Others, and His Ten Years of Prison Life Was Trapped Because of Love""

"One of the Generals of the Mysterious Man—Peter Pettigrew Lurking""

"Ministry of Magic Proposes to Normalize All Animagus Statistics: We Can't Make the Same Mistake Again"

“Rita Skeeter scathing review: Sirius was nothing more than a sympathy buffoon”

Draco frowned, and threw aside the snowflakes of newspapers: "It's so annoying." He muttered.

Daniel grabbed it and took a look. Half of the front page had a photo of Sirius, and only a small piece was a photo of Peter Pettigrew. Sirius had a very cold expression, which on the contrary added some unique characteristics to him. charm.

"...Sirius has arrived at the Ministry of Magic a few days ago, and with him is Peter Pettigrew, who has won the first-class badge of the Order of Merlin. It is worth mentioning that Sirius claimed that the original murderer was Pettigrew. Peter, I am just taking the blame for him. Both of them are currently controlled by Aurors, and the final result will be decided in court." Daniel read a passage.

"Everyone is too idle to care about such boring things." Draco gritted his teeth: "Look at Potter's excited look!" It's too dazzling!

He ate the apple pie angrily, and when he dropped the fork, it made a clanging sound as it landed on the plate: "No, I have to beat him in the Quidditch match!"

"Hmm." Daniel folded the newspapers and put them away, perfunctory him.

"Right? Right? You feel it, too?" Draco consciously found an ally: "Potter is too flamboyant, I want him to know what strength is!"

He stuffed the remaining pie on the plate into his mouth in two bites, and drank another glass of pumpkin juice: "I'm leaving! Eat slowly!"

Daniel looked at the unchanged pie on his plate: "??? Why are you going?"

"I'm going to train! I want to make the day after tomorrow Potter's Waterloo forever!" Draco stood up abruptly, turned around and was about to run.

Daniel grabbed his arm quickly: "Wait for potions class!"

Draco's back trembled: "It's...really?"

Panxi next to him was about to die of laughter: "Aren't you going to train, why are you eating again?"

Draco sat in front of the long table, and added a piece of cheese-wrapped sausage for himself: "Only when you are full can you train energetically..."

He took a peek at Professor Snape who was sitting at the teacher's long table slowly eating roast chicken, and quickly looked back before he looked up: "...and study, I not only want to beat him in Quidditch, which Potter is good at , I also want to defeat him at the learning level that he is not good at! Let him be devastated!"

It's definitely not because he's afraid that the godfather will come to his house to sue his father!Absolutely not!

Harry: (sneezes)

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Harry felt weird about the fact that Professor Trelawney wanted to see him alone.

The deepest communication between them was that when he was in the first crystal ball prophecy class, he was personally judged by Professor Trelawney that he would die early.

Although everyone reassured him that Professor Trelawney was a crazy old woman who predicted a person's death every semester, and they didn't die-but it was really bad luck.

So that Harry was very repulsed to take Professor Trelawney's class again. Even if everyone will die, it is too annoying to have someone pointing at your nose and screaming every day.

But Professor Trelawney is still a "professor" after all, as long as her title exists, Harry as a student cannot resist her.

This tower room is hotter than ever.The curtains were drawn, a fire was burning in the fireplace, coughing from the usual disgusting smell, and Harry was finding his way between the tables to Professor Trelawney.She sat there waiting for him with a huge crystal ball in front of her.

"Hi, dear," she said softly, "look at this crystal ball, and now let me time you, and tell me what you see in it."

Here it goes again, Harry thought to himself.Complete idealism!Watching anything and waiting for Trelawney to give them a bad outcome - they all end up pointing at themselves: "Harry Potter is going to die."

The crystal ball was filled with tumbling white mist, as if an old smoker had spit nicotine into it.

"Huh?" Professor Trelawney asked punctually and considerately, "What did you see?"

Harry thought for a while, and decided to perfunctory her: "I saw..."

Before he could speak, his voice was cut off.

It was a loud and hoarse voice, intoning like a sigh: "This is going to happen tonight."

Harry:?

"What's the matter?" He asked cautiously, and looked up.

Professor Trelawney froze in her armchair, her eyes wandering and her jaw drooping.She wasn't talking about the useless crystal ball, but opened her mouth again, and it sounded like a hissing snake, lurking in this stuffy, gray room, ready to bite him at any moment.

"Yes, I'm sorry?" Harry hesitated, he didn't understand what happened to Trelawney, a psychosis or a second personality awakening?

"The Dark Lord lies alone, friendless and abandoned by his fellows. For twelve years his servant has been chained. Tonight, before midnight, the servant will break free from his chains and set out in search of his master. The Dark Lord will Rising again with the help of a servant, stronger and more terrifying than ever before. Tonight, before midnight, that servant will begin to find his master again..."

Harry instantly thought of Sirius and Pettigrew who were being imprisoned in the Ministry of Magic—don’t get me wrong, he didn’t mean that Sirius was Voldemort’s servant—but as soon as he mentioned servants, he immediately thought of Peter Pettigrew, lurking 12 year rat.

Harry froze, forcing himself to continue listening, when suddenly Professor Trelawney screamed, her limbs twitching, her torso motionless, her eyes rolling upward in a frightening screech.

Harry was taken aback, and then felt a creepy feeling in his heart... At this moment, she really looked like a dementor.

The author has something to say:

Destiny has been changed! (crying voice)

, in fate, I am actually a neutral.Moreover, fate is paradoxical. For example, Voldemort killed Harry because he knew that "Harry will destroy him", but he was severely injured by Lily, and finally killed by Harry who avenged his parents.

A typical Oedipus-style tragedy, in order to avoid the prophecy, it fulfills the prophecy in disguise.

By the way, something like a time converter can't be used normally, but it can be used after learning, it's strange.