Chapter 692 Anton, Come to My Office Tonight

The duration of the effect of Felicia is twelve hours.

It takes half a year to cook, and it takes only half a day to take effect.

Anton continued to think about this problem in the hut, but Felicia didn't seem to have much effect on him.

Sitting like this until his stomach gave a signal, Anton looked up in astonishment, and found that the outside of the window had turned dark.

"Could it be expired?"

He smacked his lips, said hello to the little flower buds protruding from the elephant vines and the fat balls huddled in the folds of the sofa, and went back to the castle for dinner.

Thinking about something, Anton came out from the corner, and suddenly heard a cry of whoops.

I saw a colorful figure suddenly fell from the sky above the stairs, bumped a few times along the steps, and rolled in front of him.

Along with the fall, the small suitcase in her hand was smashed open with a bang, and the contents inside rolled to the ground.

It was Professor Sybill Trelawney, who taught the elective Divination class. She was very thin, wearing a pair of large glasses, countless chains and beads around her neck, a fruit green robe, and a knot on her head. with colorful ribbons.

She seemed to have drunk a little wine, and when Anton helped her up, the smell of alcohol rushed into her nostrils.

"Professor Trelawney, are you all right?"

Professor Trelawney just glanced at Anton in a daze, squatted down with a smile and groped for the frame of the glasses with both hands. After putting them on, the big eyes on the thin cheeks were suddenly made bigger by the glasses.

Although Anton didn't like divination class, he respected the professor quite a lot.

Wizards are inherently crazy. Everyone has different fields and each has their own specialties. Little wizards are ignorant and only think that powerful wizards are powerful wizards.

So people like Hagrid and Trelawney have never received much respect for their attitudes.

But in fact, each of them is super fierce.

Hagrid raised the most dangerous magical creatures like puppies, and Professor Trelawney's predictions were extremely accurate.

In the original book, she successfully predicted Voldemort's death, Dumbledore's death, and Voldemort's soul fragment attached to Harry Potter.

At least in Anton's eyes, this guy is on the same level as people like Dumbledore.

But well.

There seems to be a reason why Professor Trelawney is not respected. Apart from the fact that her nonsensical predictions are too alarmist, she is usually crazy about drinking and crazy, which is really unrespectable.

Anton helped Professor Trelawney bring the broken suitcase from the stairs, and found that after the professor picked up the crystal ball, he squatted on the spot rubbing the crystal ball and murmured.

Look, this is what it looks like.

He sighed, knelt down and looked at Professor Trelawney, "Your crystal ball seems to be broken?"

Upon hearing this, Professor Trelawney raised his head to look at Anton, his eyes widened, then he looked down at the crack in the crystal ball, and then his eyes widened even wider.

She grabbed Anton's arm, pulled her entire upper body up, and stared closely at Anton's eyes.

"A terrible thing is happening to you...something that doesn't exist in this world..."

"???"

Anton blinked and smiled slightly, "Professor, you are drunk."

Professor Trelawney just grinned wildly silently, looked Anton up and down with wide-eyed eyes, and squeezed his arm twice vigorously, "Tonight, when Neptune moves to the nineteenth black of the shrine, Come to my office at the right time."

Saying that, she threw the crystal ball in her hand into the suitcase in a foolish way, closed it forcefully, and prepared to leave with a wobble.

Anton looked at her inexplicably, "Uh, professor, what time is it when Neptune moves to the nineteenth Haig of the Shrine?"

Professor Trelawney grinned, just smiled silently, then pulled her face down suddenly, turned around and ran away with the box like crazy.

"!!!"

So, what time is it?

Anton suspected that this was the effect of Felicia, and gave him a reminder. After all, he had no connection with Professor Trelawney in the past.

only……

"Miss Granger, do you know what time it is when Neptune moves to the nineteenth Haig of the Shrine?"

Anton thought for a while, and it seemed that Hermione, apart from the astronomy professor who hated him so much, could answer this question for him.

Go to the hall on the first floor of the school castle and go straight to the long table of Gryffindor.

Hermione was obviously taken aback by Anton's sudden arrival, and looked at him blankly.

"Haha~" Draco walked over from nowhere, bumped Anton's shoulder with his shoulder, and raised his eyebrows, "Anton, is this a new way to strike up a conversation?"

Anton rolled his eyes, "If you can tell me the answer, I can strike up a conversation with you too."

Draco grinned, followed Goyle and the others towards the Slytherin table.

So Anton looked at Hermione again.

Hermione was obviously a little nervous, blushing, "I... I'm not very clear, this topic should be the content of senior astronomy, I seem to have read it in some book, it may require complicated calculations, because it involves black and white The grid's planetary rotation time is different every day."

wow~

Anton couldn't even understand Hermione's answer.

As a primary school scumbag in astronomy, it was the first time I felt the power of this top student.

"Can you do the math for me? I'm in a hurry."

Hermione hesitated, "Okay, I'll go to the library to check the information after dinner."

"Thank you so much!"

Anton originally thought that if he really couldn't do it, he could just find a time to go to Professor Trelawney's office after dinner. Maybe under the effect of Felicia Felicia, the time for him to go would be just right.

Anton was really interested in the "something that doesn't exist in this world" mentioned by the professor.

So, the professor saw through the prophecy that he was a time traveler, and the so-called 'things that don't exist in this world' were talking about his own soul?

Or, was she talking about something? Involving the boundless void composed of memory planets?

None of this is known.

It may even be crazy talk in the normal state.

"Hermione, why are you doing this for him, Anthony is extremely dangerous, you..."

Before Ron finished speaking, Hermione sneered at him, "Who told me at the time that the training center belonged to Anton, so it was a good choice for me to go to this place."

"It's different!" Ron shrugged, "As my older brother, he will always help me, but his style of magic is really not safe. Even his best friend Neville, He often releases the Iron Armor Curse in advance when he is about to cast a spell!"

He muttered helplessly, "I think Anton is extremely dangerous when he is studying magic. You help him figure this out. I'm worried that you will get involved."

Hermione looked at Ron's concerned expression, smiled slightly, and shrugged a little shruggingly, "It's rare that he has something to ask me for!"

Seeing Harry looking over curiously, she shook her head, "I've been studying his book "Muggles, Werewolves and Pure Blood", trying to find a way to turn Muggles into wizards, just like Dudley That way, but I never had the chance to ask Anton."

Ron fell silent immediately. Hermione had been paranoid about making her parents become wizards too, but he didn't quite agree with this approach.

As a member of a pure-blood family, he knew too well that the wizarding world was often quite backward.

If Hermione's parents became wizards, it would be difficult to continue to stay in the Muggle world.

It's just that his persuasion seems to be of no use.

This is simply too uncomfortable, obviously he thinks that many things are accurate, but what he said is too soft.

sigh.

He looked longingly at Anton's figure over the Slytherin table—if only I were as good as him.

At this moment, Harry pulled Ron's sleeve with some excitement, leaned over and whispered, "I went to the restricted section of the library last night to find a way, just use a simple ceremony to bring us back to Green Write down the black magic that Devo learned, and then burn it, so we can forget this knowledge!"

He waved his fist vigorously, "At night, let's write down all this knowledge, and then prepare for the ceremony!"

Ron stared blankly at Harry, his mind rumbling.

dark magic……

He wasn't very interested in learning at the time, and what he had mastered was just a few very simple tricks, but Harry was extremely smart and learned everything Grindelwald taught him.

In fact, he didn't learn much, and most of the time it was because of Harry.

Harry is so powerful, sometimes Grindelwald only said it once, and Harry understood it.

Sometimes it can even draw inferences from one instance, allowing Grindelwald to jump and teach directly.

In that atmosphere, Ron didn't have the opportunity to study hard at all, so he simply gave up on learning later.

"Tonight... write all this knowledge?" He swallowed, and looked at Harry nervously.

"Yes!" Harry nodded, "It says in the book that if you want to achieve the effect of ritual magic, you must write all the information in your head that you want to forget on the parchment, and burn it in this way." it works!"

Ron was silent for a long time, took a bite of the chicken leg, and finally just looked at Harry with a strange expression, "Okay, we'll write it out tonight, and I'll help you."