The Son of Light of the Snake House

"Okay." Hermione conceded. "I will engrave this sentence on your tombstone - of course. If you have anything else you want to put on it, you can send it to me."

Harry snorted: "Then I'm going to write 'Excuse me for not getting up'"

"You're not Hemingway." Hermione pouted. "I just know that a lot of strange things are going on, I don't like it... Sirius is right, you should prepare for the third event, start immediately. You have to write back to him and promise not to slip out alone go out.

Harry had never found the grounds of Hogwarts so inviting after being forced to stay in the room.For the next few days he was either looking up spells in the library with Hermione and Ron, or sneaking into empty classrooms with them to practice.Harry concentrated on the Stunning Charm, a spell he had never used before.

Originally, both Hermione and Ron had made up their minds to sacrifice for him, but later Daniel sent a dummy for training spells, which was said to be sent by a reporter he knew, anyway, Harry readily accepted it—— Can't Ron repeat the process of waking up and being knocked out all the time?

The time for practicing the spell passed quickly, and when the class bell rang, it meant that the practice had come to an end.

"See you at dinner!" said Hermione.She went to arithmetic and divination class, and Harry and Ron went to the north building for divination class.Dazzling golden sunlight cast a wide band of light through the high windows in the corridor, and the blue sky outside the window was as bright as if it had just been glazed.

Harry stood outside the door. He really didn't want to go in. Professor Trelawney's class was too much and made people uncomfortable, but he still had to go in eventually.

"Tlaurine's classroom must be as hot as a steamer, she never turns off the stove," said Ron as they walked up the stairs that led to the silver staircase and trapdoor.

He was right, the dim classroom was so hot that it was hard to breathe.The smell of incense is stronger than usual.Harry walked up to a window with the curtains drawn, feeling dizzy.He sneaked open the window a crack while Professor Traorini was undoing the shawl that hung over the lamp, and leaned back in the Indian calico armchair, with a breeze blowing on his face, He was very comfortable and immediately felt sleepy.

"Honey," said Professor Trelawney, sitting in her winged armchair, scanning them with her surprisingly large eyes, "we've almost finished planetary divination. But today is a good day to study the role of Mars." Timing, because it's in a very interesting position at the moment. Please look this way, I'll turn off the light..."

With a flick of her wand, all the lights went out.The fire was the only source of light.Professor Trelawney bent down and took out from under the chair a small model of the solar system in a glass dome.This model is very beautiful, the burning sun, the nine planets and their satellites are suspended in the glass cover, shining in their respective positions.

As Harry watched lazily, Professor Trelawney began to explain the curious angle Mars formed with Neptune.The rich incense hit him, the breeze from the window caressed his cheeks, he could hear the low chirping of insects outside the window, his eyelids drooped, and his vision gradually blurred.

He seemed to be flying through the bright blue sky until he came up to an old ivy-covered house on a hill.The breeze brushed Harry's face, and the fluffy wings swept by the wind, and finally flew in through a dark broken window on the top floor.Now he was flying down a dark corridor, and there was a door at the end of the corridor, and he flew through the door. It was a dark room with the windows sealed.

He seemed to stop at this moment, and an owl pierced him and continued to fly forward. Harry realized that he was an owl just now, and he watched it fly to a hand with its back turned to him. Inside the chair, there are two black shadows beside the chair, they are moving.

One was a large snake, gigantic and frighteningly large, and the other was a human being, a tall afro woman with a pointy nose who looked mad and gasped on the hearth rug.

"Bella, you didn't take good care of him." A cold and sharp voice came from the chair: "Fortunately for you, your mistakes didn't mess things up. Someone else killed him."

"Master!" The woman named Bella knelt on the carpet and rubbed herself to the side of the chair step by step: "I'm sorry, Master, it's all my fault." She looked so humble, which made Harry feel puzzled.

"Nagini," said the grim voice, ignoring her, "you're hungry, girl, you can wait for Harry Potter first, and then Wormtail—"

The big snake hissed.Harry saw it spitting out the message.

"Now, Bella, my Bella." The grim voice sighed, and kept sighing: "You are the most loyal, I know, but maybe I should remind you, I can't tolerate you making mistakes again ..."

"I'm sorry! Master! Forgive me—" the woman's voice was shrill and full of remorse: "I won't let you down again—I will—I will offer you the head of Harry Potter with my own hands, so ……so--"

The tip of a wand protruded from the edge of the chair, pointing at her.

"Crucio!" said the grim voice.

The woman howled like a badly wounded beast, as if every nerve in her was on fire, and she kept rolling on the ground, curling up again, screaming into Harry's ears, The scar on his forehead was burning like fire.

But his heart was sober: it was Voldemort, and his men.

Voldemort would find out he was there, he couldn't help crying out...

The sunlight could hardly see through the heavy curtains with complicated patterns, but when a gust of wind blew, the curtains were gently raised by a small corner, and a little bit of sunlight shone in, and free shining spots of light fell gently on Harry. on the head.

"!" Harry slammed the table violently, and suddenly woke up, the scar was still burning with pain, but it was much less than before, and this sound also attracted the attention of all the students and Professor Trelawney.

"Are you all right?" Ron said.

"Of course he's busy!" Professor Trelawney seemed extremely excited.Her large eyes fixed on Harry, moving eerily towards him. "What's going on, Potter? An omen? A phantom? What did you see?"

"Nothing," Harry lied.He sat up, feeling himself trembling.He couldn't help but look around, peering into the shadows behind him, Voldemort's voice sounded so close...

"You were frightened just now!" said Professor Trelawney. "You were frightened! Come on, Potter, I have experience with these things!"

Harry looked up at her.

"I think I need to go to the hospital," he said, "I have a terrible headache."

"Honey, you're clearly affected by the peculiar visual vibrations in my classroom!" said Professor Trelawney. "If you walk away now, you won't see things you've never seen—"

"If you're talking about what I saw just now," Harry said, standing up, "I saw owls rule over humans, and slave humans carry messages for them."

"See you later," Harry whispered to Ron.He picked up his schoolbag and walked towards the trapdoor, ignoring Professor Traorini.She looked depressed, as if she had been deprived of a rich feast, but after a while, she cheered up again.

"This is also an omen! Students! Come and see now..."

Trelawney's voice was forgotten by Harry.

The author has something to say:

I don’t understand why the school asks us to choose courses by ourselves, and also arranges for us to take enough credits, so why doesn’t it arrange for us?Or are you just happy to see we miss it?