Chapter 229 I, Trelawney, Punch Darkness, Kick Evil! (Come on for the College Entrance Examination)

Hearing what the twins said, Hermione staggered on the flat ground in surprise, but luckily Harry helped her up in time.

Hermione let go of Harry's hand holding her, and asked curiously, "Have you discovered Professor Lupine's identity? I thought I was the only one who discovered it!"

"Don't think others are too stupid, Hermione." George smiled and shook his fingers,

"Fred and I didn't get good grades, but we're just not very good at the exams."

"We're both definitely in the top 10 in school for putting what we've learned into practice."

"Then why...you didn't report Professor Lupine?" Hermione hesitated before asking.

"Then why didn't you report Lupine?" Fred asked back,

"Is it because of Dumbledore? Dumbledore chose to let Lupine teach us, so Lupine will be fine."

"We trust Dumbledore and don't think he would ignore a werewolf."

Hermione nodded thoughtfully, and then explained to the twins who the other two nicknames corresponded to.

Anyway, Sirius has already paid the fine and published his identity as the ninth Animagus of this century in the newspaper.

So it didn't matter that Hermione said it.

After listening, George asked thoughtfully, "Hermione, you've already mentioned three nicknames, so who is Wormtail referring to?"

"It's the traitor that was reported in the newspaper recently, Peter Pettigrew." Harry broke into the conversation suddenly,

"He used to have a very good relationship with my dad, Sirius and Professor Lupine, and they made this map together."

Fred and George fell silent at once.

After a few seconds of silence, the two started talking loudly about their newly designed prank product and asked Harley and Hermione for their opinion.

The four walked and chatted, and when they finally entered the auditorium, a huge round dining table was already placed in the center of the auditorium.

Professor Dumbledore, the four Heads, and Filch the Administrator sat around the table.

"Merry Christmas! Sit down quickly." Professor Dumbledore said with a smile, "Harry, thank you for your gift, which is much better than others."

"Remus is a little uncomfortable, so he can't come to the banquet today. And Sirius decided to accompany him."

"Fortunately Severus made him a potion. Lucky, isn't it?"

Professor Snape nodded coldly, without any expression on his face.

"Professor, shouldn't Uncle Remus be sick the day after tomorrow?" Harry asked curiously after calculating the date.

Professor Dumbledore nodded:

"I really want to know this question too, but Remus suddenly feels uncomfortable."

"He felt that he might have that furry little problem that Sirius said at any time, so he didn't want to come to the Christmas party, but stayed in the office."

"I'll monitor this closely, and hope there won't be any big troubles." As he spoke, Professor Dumbledore glanced at Snape calmly.

Listening to the conversation between Dumbledore and Harry, Professor Snape suddenly panicked.

He had some doubts. Could it be something wrong with the chamaejasma potion he brewed?

No, the leaves of the sad grass mixed with the nectar of the crazy flower, it stands to reason that it will only cause extremely severe pain to the spirit of the user, and will not affect the efficacy of the medicine.

It can't be an unknown reaction, right? By the way, I seem to have added twice the amount of poisonous tentacles, which may indeed weaken the medicinal properties of Wolfsbane potion.

Professor Snape wiped the sweat from his brow, he was not concerned about Lupine and Sirius who accompanied Lupin.

It didn't matter if the Wolf's Poison didn't work, anyway, he didn't like that damned werewolf and that big black dog, and wished they could die together.

But if Lupine hurt Harley because of the failure of the wolfsbane potion, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

After much deliberation, Professor Snape decided to re-brew the original Wolfsbane potion after returning to the office, without adding those wonderful little ingredients.

Soon, two more first-year Hufflepuffs came to the feast, and then no one else.

The dementors outside the castle this year were more intimidating to the students than last year's basilisks.

After all, the basilisk randomly selected one of the people in the whole castle to attack, and it was defaulted not to attack pure blood.

Dementors, on the other hand, bring fear to everyone equally.

They can't come in the castle, but if they can't sneak out of Hogwarts castle to play, why stay here for Christmas?

"Professor, aren't the teachers of elective courses coming?" Hermione asked curiously after Professor Dumbledore announced the start of the banquet.

"Speaking of which, I've never seen them attend any banquet other than the opening dinner and the end-of-year banquet."

"Oh, this is normal." Professor Dumbledore said with a smile, "Most of our elective course professors are masters in the field they teach, and they usually do a lot of research."

"They are willing to work at Hogwarts, basically not for this job, but for the platform of Hogwarts."

"During the holidays, they will basically leave the castle to be busy with their own research, so they will not attend the banquet."

Before Professor Dumbledore could finish speaking, the door of the auditorium opened.

Professor Trelawney, wearing a green suit covered in metallic sequins, slid over like a skateboard.

Harry vaguely heard the creaking sound of the wheels turning under the professor's long-distance running, and determined what tool Professor Trelawney had borrowed.

She glanced at Professor Trelawney in surprise, but she didn't expect Professor Trelawney to be a master at skateboarding.

Professor Dumbledore stood up. "Sybyl, what a surprise! We were talking about you just now!"

"I tell the kids, you're doing research. So they're still wondering if you're coming."

"Oh, Headmaster," said Professor Trelawney in her most ethereal voice,

"Indeed, I didn't want to come. After all, I have more important research, and I want to dispel the disaster that hangs over Hogwarts."

"However, after having done this great work, I just happened to see myself joining your banquet by fate."

"Since fate has revealed everything, why should I not join you?"

Professor McGonagall coughed twice, raising his eyebrows slightly:

"Oh, Sybil, I'm very curious, how did you dispel the disaster that enveloped Hogwarts?"

The expression on Professor Trelawney's face was no longer exaggerated. She glanced at Professor McGonagall indifferently, and her voice became much more real:

"There are always some people who doubt my ability as a prophetic master. This is normal. After all, they have no talent or spirituality."

"They won't understand how a prophetic master like me manages to spy on fate and guide the people favored by fate to accomplish everything."

Professor McGonagall snorted through his nose: "That's really hard work for you, Sybil."

Seeing that Professor Trelawney was about to destroy his illusory skills and fight Professor McGonagall in the real world, Professor Dumbledore stood up quickly:

"Sybil, sit down now! Well, I must get you a chair."

As he said that, he waved his wand, and a chair appeared in the air, and landed precisely... between Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall.

Everyone else endured it very hard, but the Weasley twins couldn't bear it any longer and just laughed out loud.

What is the arch fire master?

This behavior is comparable to arranging the British representative and the French representative to sit together at the International Confederation of Wizards meeting.

It would be strange if the two sides did not fight!

Wait, Harry suddenly remembered that Professor Dumbledore also seemed to be the chairman of the International Federation of Wizards and had the right to arrange the seats for representatives from various countries.

Seeing Professor Dumbledore so proficient, Harry felt that he had discovered a blind spot.

Sure enough, Professor Trelawney did not sit down directly, but glared at Fred and George.

Then she blinked her big eyes and looked around the table.

In the next second, Professor Trelawney covered his heart, and suddenly let out a low scream:

"I dare not, principal! If I sit at the table, there will be thirteen! This is the most unlucky thing!"

"As the thirteenth person, when the first person on my left stands up, there will definitely be ominous encounters!"

Professor McGonagall looked at the vacant seat on his right, and was about to speak when Professor Trelawney suddenly slid back.

She was so involved in the show that she forgot that she was stepping on...a skateboard.

So Professor Trelawney lost his balance and rushed towards the door.

Fortunately, Harry had quick eyesight and quick hands, and pulled Professor Trelawney back with spider silk.

"Thank you, child," said Professor Trelawney softly, once he regained his footing, dragging his chair to squeeze between Harry and Hermione.

But Hermione seemed a bit heavy, and the stool couldn't be moved no matter what, which prevented Professor Trelawney from succeeding.

She had to switch to Harry's other side, and pushed Fred away unceremoniously.

Professor Trelawney sat down on the chair securely, and continued to cover his skateboard with his robe.

"Hurry up and eat, everyone, the turkey is as cold as a rock," said Professor Dumbledore, taking the lead with a large piece of honey pie.

However, Professor Trelawney did not start immediately, but chatted with Harry:

"Thank you, child, I dispelled the darkness that shrouded Hogwarts earlier, so I lost too much power."

"You know, I have been watching the past and future of this planet through the crystal ball with my third eye."

"I saw the evil approaching, and saw the three stars flickering abnormally, bringing weirdness and anger."

"But with my best efforts, everything has returned to normal."

Harry maintained a smile on his face and rolled his eyes inwardly.

Professor Trelawney doesn't think of himself as a child, does he? This kind of lie... even a three-year-old little wizard would not believe it!

Seeing Harry's unresponsiveness, Professor Trelawney continued to brag about himself in a vague, ethereal voice.

And Professor McGonagall couldn't stand it anymore. After all, most of the people present were his own students. Professor McGonagall could not let the students be "badly" affected.

So in the next Christmas dinner, Professor Trelawney and Professor McGonagall continued the previous language confrontation that had no winner.

Professor McGonagall's words are sharp, well-founded, and mixed with the yin and yang magic method learned from Professor Snape;

And Professor Trelawney gave full play to the expertise of a fortuneteller, and made every sentence hazy, did not answer directly, and boasted wildly, secretly belittling Professor McGonagall.

Sure enough, since Professor Trelawney predicted that Professor McGonagall would die, the two have really become old enemies.

However, Professor Trelawney is really high-level. In addition to the passionate match with Professor McGonagall, she also killed four bottles of sherry by herself.

And considering Professor Trelawney's excellent skateboarding skills... It can only be said that the professor is really versatile.

Harry seriously suspected that Professor Trelawney was willing to come to the Christmas banquet because he could smell the wine upstairs.

After the dinner, Harry just stood up when Professor Trelawney suddenly screamed loudly:

"Honey! Why did you just stand up! You will encounter ominous... I mean dangerous! I have already seen it with my third eye!"

However, Harry didn't need to respond, because Professor McGonagall had already resorted to his ultimate move and began to ask Professor Trelawney if he could use his third eye to see next year's budget.

Now, Professor Trelawney could no longer maintain his ethereal voice, and he no longer resisted.

She grabbed two unopened bottles of sherry from the table and quickly slipped out of the auditorium.

After the Christmas banquet, Harry and Hermione did not go back to the dormitory, but strolled to Professor Lupine's office to visit Professor Lupine.

In the office, Professor Lupine was sitting opposite Sirius. The two were eating turkey legs and lamb chops, enjoying themselves.

I don't know why, the way the two of them gnawed meat...was particularly unrestrained, and I don't know if it was influenced by the werewolf and the black dog.

After seeing the two children coming in, Professor Lu Ping subconsciously put down the lamb chops to maintain his image, while Sirius had given up on himself and didn't care about his image anymore.

"Godfather, Uncle Remus, Merry Christmas." Harry greeted, "Why didn't you drink?"

"Who asked Remus to drink Wolfsbane? To make sure nothing happens, drink some pumpkin juice."

With that said, Sirius raised the pumpkin juice in his hand and took another big gulp.

This made Harry a little embarrassed, and the hand that had touched the flame whiskey was also pulled out of his pocket.

After Hermione sat down, she immediately became concerned about Professor Lupine: "Professor, how do you feel?"

"It's okay, no big problem." Professor Lupine smiled and shook the chicken leg in his hand, "It's just that I have a hunch that the time to become a werewolf may be earlier."

"Early?" Harry repeated softly.

"That's right," Professor Lupine nodded. "Under normal circumstances, it should turn into a werewolf on the night of the full moon, and it will be weak for a period of time."

"But this time I have a hunch that it is very likely that the werewolf will be maintained for one day before and after the full moon."

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(Thanks to "Thirteen Geniuses" and "Nine-tailed Flaming Fox" for their rewards!)