The Son of Light of the Snake House

"No!! No!!!" Trelawney rolled her eyes and wailed limply in her seat, which made Harry very scared.

He took several steps back one after another, hesitating whether to go to the medical wing for help.

"This is not right!! This is not right!!!" She cried out in pain: "Fate is not like this!!!! It has been changed!!!"

Her huge round black glasses fell to the ground and shattered, her eyes glazed over.Two lines of blood flowed from her nostrils, the violent action caused the table in front of her to shake, and the crystal ball fell to the ground and shattered.

Professor Trelawney's head dropped to his chest.She snorted.Then, all of a sudden, her head popped up again.

"Sorry dear boy," she said dreamily, "it's too hot during the day, you know I fell asleep for a while..."

Harry still stood there, dumbfounded.

"Is there something wrong, honey? Oh wait...my glasses! My crystal ball! What's wrong with them??"

"Uh...professor," Harry hesitated, "you also have a nosebleed."

Harry climbed down the stairs, his mind still a little dazed. He wasn't sure if what he had heard was true, but he figured that one person must know, and that was Dumbledore.

By the time he got to the portrait hole, and into the common room, there was hardly anyone there.In the corner sat Ron and Hermione.

"Just now, Professor Trelawney told me..." Harry blahblah said it again.

Ron didn't take it seriously: "That crazy woman, I wouldn't be surprised at anything she said - even if she said that the ancestors of wizards were Veela!"

"That makes sense." Hermione rubbed her chin and put forward the opposite opinion: "In fact, I have never believed that Professor Dumbledore would recruit such a professor who can't do anything well."

"You see," Hermione explained, "I mean, even our most hated Professor Snape, he's actually a potions master."

"What about Quirrell and Lockhart? They're useless."

"Okay. I admit it." Hermione said, "But we already have Professor Lupine, although he..."

"He what?"

Hermione hesitated for a long time, but finally said nothing: "No, it's nothing, don't you like Professor Lupine? He is fierce and gentle."

Ron looked at her suspiciously, until her forehead was covered with fine sweat due to nervousness, and then she looked away as if nothing had happened.

...............

Harry had been learning the tricks of using the Patronus Charm from Professor Lupine, with good results, and he had a high success rate.

It's just that the shadow of Professor Trelawney still shadows his heart. He doesn't know when the Dark Lord will attack, and he doesn't understand what a change of fate is. If the servant is really talking about Pettigrew, maybe he will run away.

Harry secretly wrote a letter to Sirius and asked Hedwig to bring it to him, and when he met Dumbledore one time, he specifically hinted at him.

"Peter Pettigrew can turn into an Animagus, I'm a little worried, sir, will he escape..." Harry peeked at Dumbledore's kind face, and hurriedly added: "Of course, Security at the Ministry of Magic must be very good, I'm just a little, a little worried... if he escapes, will he go to Voldemort..."

Harry used his thumb and forefinger to draw a gap between them, and looked at Dumbledore anxiously.

"That's also a problem, Harry." Dumbledore said with a smile on his face, "I'll go and communicate with Minister Fudge—after all, this is related to Voldemort's life and death." He winked playfully at Harry.

Harry felt a tinge of comfort, but only a tinge.

Even Quidditch with Slytherin couldn't keep him focused, which made his state unprecedentedly poor.So that Gryffindor lost to Slytherin by 10 points.

Harry now wished he hadn't heard Professor Trelawney's prophecy so that Draco wouldn't have to show off so much.

Hermione tried to cheer him up: "It's okay, just 10 points, it will be added back in two days, Professor Lupine will definitely help us!"

"But Professor Snape will definitely deduct points for us..." Harry hung his head dejectedly.

"Then we have to get more points than he deducted!" Ron also encouraged him, patting his back hard.

Harry raised his head silently, looked at the brother who always deducted points with him, and made a certain assessment of the authenticity of what he said.

Well, it really can't be done!

"Harry," said Hermione, looking back suddenly, "what's that outside your window?"

Harry turned to look outside.A small gray thing was bouncing and flickering above the windowpane.He stood up to get a better look.It was a little owl with a letter too big for it.The owl is so small that it keeps doing somersaults in the air.The gray eyes are very cute and charming.

Harry opened the window, and with his arms outstretched, caught the owl, as though he'd caught a fluffy golden snitch.The owl let the letter land on Harry, then rose steeply across the room, fluttering and waving, clearly proud of its task.

"It's so cute!" Ron praised it, noting in passing Crookshanks' spreading golden-green pupils and the slight movement that followed the little owl's turn, which made it look like it was about to move.Ron grabbed the little owl and put the little fluff on his shoulder.

Harry picked up the letter.It was written to him.He tore open the letter and cried out, "It's from Sirius!"

"What?" said Ron and Hermione excitedly. "Read aloud!"

"Dear Harry:

Your letter came just in time, which enabled the morons at the Ministry of Magic to catch Pettigrew before he could tunnel through the wall, and the verdict came - I'm no longer that hapless 'murderer' . (Harry giggled at this, feeling quite relieved.) I was a little skeptical about the reliability of the owl, but he was the best postman I could find, and he certainly seemed eager to do it. This job.

During our brief meeting, there is one thing I haven't had a chance to tell you.That means I was the one who sent you the Firebolt.

"Ha!" said Hermione triumphantly. "Look! I told you it was from him!"

"Yeah, but he didn't mess with it, did he?" said Ron. "Ouch!" The little owl was squawking happily in his hand now, having pecked at one of his fingers, Seems to think it's a way of caressing.

"I think I frightened you. It was the night you left your uncle's house last year, and I'd like to apologize for that. I just wanted to see you before I went north, but I think you were quite frightened when you saw me. I put your birthday present in my own vault at Gringotts No. 711, and I wish you a happy 13th birthday in advance!"

"I thought your friend Ron might like to keep the owl, because it was my fault. He lost the mouse. I feel sorry for him."

Ron's eyes widened.The little owl was still hooting excitedly.

The author has something to say:

In fact, if you don't remind me, I will forget about Ron and the little owl hhh Mama Ron, I'm sorry for you >man<.

I have a personal comment today and I said that the turning point is blunt, 555.I have this problem for a long time. I suspect that my thinking is too jumpy. I have tried my best to correct it. It seems that I still do not do well enough. I am a little sad.

I have seen too many complicated things, and you may not know some of them. If you think about it carefully, few of my friends can keep up with my jumping thinking (maybe because I don’t have many friends, sad)

In the future, if there is something you don’t understand, you can point it out!I wrote it in the composition, and then I tried not to make the transition too blunt! (It's a bit difficult, it depends on my status 55)

Tomorrow, I will go to Jinan KFC and shout "Encounter in another world and enjoy the delicious food"!Isn't that social death?For the badge!Grandpa rushed!

The latest battle report, KFC in Jinan Vientiane City was directly blocked, but I didn’t get anything, I’m so pissed off