This Hogwarts isn't normal.

The last performer was the ghost of Gryffindor House - Sir Nicholas de Mimsy Porpington, also known as Nearly Headless Nick.

He pressed his head with both hands and stretched the layer of skin connected to his body.

"Ah——" the girls screamed.

Gryffindors were used to this, but Nick's next move was to throw his head out.

He rolled his eyes, stuck out his tongue, and flew to the muggle room where Lavender and Parvati were.

"Help!

! "

After two particularly obvious screams, Nick's head whipped towards the pumpkin next to him.

Neville rolled his eyes upwards and fainted.

Nick's head whipped around and around in the screams one after another.

Crabbe and Goyle spat out the barely chewed food, and Pansy quickly wiped Draco's stained school robe with a napkin.

Fred and George were undeterred and even made faces.

Astoria hugged her sister Daphne tightly while Vincent and Hermione whispered comfort to her.

Cedric and Rolf were not intimidated either, and even scooped up spoonfuls of pudding in unison.

Nick, who had been tossed around for who knows how many times, finally pulled his head back.

He shook his head dizzily and bowed to thank him with great excitement.

This is a well-prepared show.

All Gryffindor students knew that his greatest wish was to break the skin on his neck. ♦♦  ♦♦

Although it was not fully realized, it was half achieved.

The ghosts' show ended and the dinner continued.

Some people were already eating desserts, while others were still eating the main course, and some even didn't eat a bite, just drinking sherry.

Professor Trelawney is a wonderful thing at Hogwarts.

She rarely shows up and doesn't interact with people much except in class.

Although she loves sherry, her drinking capacity cannot be said to be that great.

After two bottles, I was already drunk.

"Oh! My third eye just saw a terrible future!"

Trelawney stumbled out of the pumpkin, raised the bottle high and shook it a few times.

She seemed to want to attract everyone's attention, but unfortunately only the nearby professors looked over.

Mag pursed her lips tightly and stepped forward to help her, "Sybil, the second half has just begun, and you're drunk so soon?"

"No, I'm not drunk!" Trelawney took a sip of sherry, "Minerva, do you know what I just saw?"

Mag's lips tightened, "Is it a disaster? Or will anyone be in danger?"

"Uh..." Trelawney was stunned for a moment, obviously she was right.

"Come on, I'll ask Bobby to prepare some hangover soup for you."

"I told you I'm not drunk..."

Mag took her away decisively.

He is already talking nonsense, and he is not far away from becoming drunk and crazy.

However, before taking a few steps, Trelawney suddenly lowered her head, let go and dropped the sherry she had taken a sip of.

The amber wine spilled on the marble floor, reflecting a pair of particularly dull eyes.

"Sybil?" Mag called softly.

Trelawney did not respond, but her body was trembling slightly.

Dumbledore and Snape stood up suddenly.

Thirteen years ago, the Pig Head Bar...

[The man with the energy to conquer the Dark Lord approaches... Born in a family that has defeated the Dark Lord three times... Born at the end of the seventh month...]

Trelawny raised her head very suddenly, her dull eyes focused nowhere.

"Sibyl?" Mag called softly.

"He...the real Dark Lord..."

Trelawney's voice was so low that only McGonagall could hear it.

Dumbledore and Snape had to hurry over.

They saw Mag's face become increasingly weird, and finally they could only hear the end of the prophecy.

"Overcoming this challenge...he will grow up quickly...and personally destroy the order that the magical world has maintained for thousands of years..."

Trelawney tilted her neck and lay down in Mag's arms.

Dumbledore nodded to her very seriously.

Snape followed them out of the Great Hall with a sullen face.

Teachers and students were curious about what was going on, especially the other main character who was actually a prophecy.

Vincent frowned and lost interest in the dessert in his hand.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" George shook his shoulders.

"Um...I was thinking about what just happened."

"Old liar?" Fred spread his hands disapprovingly, "I guess he's drunk and talking nonsense."

Vincent rubbed his eyebrows lightly, "If that's all, then Professor McGonagall can just send her back. Why do Professor Dumbledore and Snape follow?"

George curled his lips, "Brother, it's not like you don't know that you often use false prophecies to fool us. Maybe you got them involved this time."

Dumbledore is the headmaster and he should care about his colleagues.

Snape is a master of potions, and the sobering potion he brews must be better than Madam Pomfrey's.

I'm really curious, but when I think about it, it doesn't matter.

Only Vincent still cared.

Dumbledore and Snape, like him, both knew the circumstances under which Trelawney would tell the real prophecy.

He hurried over and left with worries.

The protagonist of the prophecy is important, but the content of the prophecy is equally important.

Vincent smiled as if nothing had happened, "According to what you said, she offended Professor Dumbledore and Snape quite a lot this time."

Fred and George smirked, "Maybe we won't have to take the old liar's class anymore~"

Cedric subconsciously moved away from them.

Trelawney may not have real skills, but it's too unsympathetic to say so.

When everyone started to blame the twins, Hermione had been paying attention to Vincent secretly.

The two of them had been alone for almost a year, and no matter how well they disguised themselves, she still found the bitterness in his smile.

What did he care about?

Trelawney's prediction?

But he himself was reluctant to take the divination class, so how could he care about the prediction of the old liar.

Hermione hid her doubts in her heart and blamed the twins for their coldness and ruthlessness with everyone.

"Just a joke~"

"Is this something you can joke about?"

They made bitter faces and said weakly that they would definitely reflect on themselves.

George tightened his school robes, "Professor Dumbledore should have known the old liar's details and expelled him long ago."

Fred shuddered unconsciously, "You guys are making me feel cold, and the gentlemen and ladies have been taught a lesson, right?"

It would have been fine if he hadn't mentioned this, but when he did, the friends all shuddered for no reason.

Vincent didn't, "So everyone is so tacit."

He shuddered a few times in cooperation.

Hermione rubbed her cold little hands, "No, it's the Dementors."

The two guarding the school gate?

They dared to choose this time, it seems that they can't wait to "play" with the patronus of the lion.

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