Chapter 1461 Rotten Tooth Conspiracy

This cannot be said to be a superstition. Although there are fewer and fewer real fortune tellers, they did exist in history.

As the oldest branch of magic, divination has always been an inseparable part of the magic world.

Because of ignorance, because of mystery, because of awe of the future, fortune tellers are often very respected.

Now, many wizards looked at Professor Trelawney with complex and awed eyes.

"Yes, I've known the increasingly clear omens, and they're always bad," said Professor Trelawney in a characteristic tone. Many, including death."

She paused for a while, and there was a messy sound of breathing in the room, and someone accidentally broke the cup.

Ai Wen sighed helplessly, would it be impolite if he proposed to leave at this time?

"Why didn't you come to my divination class this semester?" She continued, "I learned from the principal that you gave up this class. It was even more disappointing at Hogwarts. You should know that this class is especially important to you!"

Why did they give up divination? Don't you have points in your heart?

Death, death, death, they got nothing out of the class except the threat of death.

Because I heard Professor Trelawney make a real prophecy, Ivan had hoped for it.

But it was later proved that such a thing as a true prophecy was rare, and he couldn't be with Professor Trelawney 24 hours a day.

Therefore, Ivan decided to give up.

A large part of Professor Trelawney's prediction that Voldemort will gain power beyond ordinary people's imagination has come true. Voldemort has indeed returned again. With the help of Keresis and the statue of the evil god, he has obtained the terrible magic left by Slytherin himself. He is on the way to become an inhuman monster. If he succeeds, it will indeed be beyond The powerful power imagined by ordinary people, the power of evil gods.

Although there is still a point that has not been fully matched, Ai Wen thought about it carefully and felt that it was not a problem.

Even true prophecies are not clear and accurate, and there are many ambiguities in them.

Therefore, the dark temple, the servant who will help Voldemort, probably refers to the temple of the fallen centaurs in the Albanian forest and the vampire leader Keresis who was helping Voldemort at that time, it can be said...

What needs to be done now is to defeat Voldemort, and Ivan feels that this process does not require Professor Trelawney's prophecy.

"You really should choose divination class. If you need it, children, you only need one sentence..."

"Ah, Sybil, we all think our class is the most important!" said a booming voice, and Slughorn appeared on the other side of Professor Trelawney, flushed, velvet hat a little askew, holding Mead, holding a huge piece of mince pie in one hand, "But the three of us in front of us all performed well in Potions class. Especially Harry, he is a rare magician." Genius in medicine. Yes, Alvin and Hermione are doing very well, but there is still a distance from Harry. I don't think I have ever met such a student. His savvy in potions has surpassed mine Imagine!"

He looked at Harry with loving, albeit bloodshot eyes, and a smug smile on his face.

"Talented, like your mother! No, it should be stronger than your mother. Really, I have only taught a few students as talented as you in my life, but I can tell you, Harry, you are the most Great, even Severus..."

The air froze here, Harry opened his eyes wide and took half a step back, as if he had been greatly frightened.

Immediately, Alvin saw something that scared him.

Slughorn stretched out an arm and seemed to hook Snape out of the air.

"Don't be sneaky, come talk to us, Severus!" Slughorn said, hiccupping happily, "I was talking about Harry's special talent in Potions! It's fantastic, I I am very optimistic about him. Of course, of course, you are also responsible for this, you have taught him for five years!"

Snape was pinned by Slughorn's arms around his shoulders, unable to move.

His eyes fell on Ivan along the hooked nose, and then quickly moved away to look at Harry.

The black eyes narrowed, seeming to study him.

"Funny, I never felt like I taught Potter anything."

"Oh, that's genius!" exclaimed Slughorn, "you didn't see the Living Hell Potion he handed me in the first class, never saw a student do better than him the first time , I think even you, Severus..."

"Really?" Snape said quietly, his eyes fixed on Harry like drill holes.

Harry was a little uneasy, lest Snape go after the source of his new talent in potions.

Hermione frowned, and Ivan also felt that Harry was indeed a little carried away.

He relied too much on that book, and Ivan once reminded him to use the content above carefully, preferably as a reference, but Harry didn't listen.

Well, he hadn't expected Slughorn to think so highly of Harry either.

"Remind me, dear, what else did you take, Harry?" Slughorn asked.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms, Transfiguration, Herbal Medicine..."

"In a word, all the lessons one needs to learn to be an Auror," said Snape, with a slight sneer.

"Yes, I just want to be an Auror," said Harry defiantly, looking bravely at Snape.

Torn between the Quidditch star and the Auror for a long time, he finally decided to follow his original idea of ​​becoming an Auror, if he could do it.

He thought he should try, like Sirius.

"I don't think you should be an Auror, Harry," said Luna unexpectedly, and everyone looked at her.

"What?"

"Don't you know? Aurors are part of the rotten tooth conspiracy, I thought everyone knew." Luna said in a natural tone.

"What rotten tooth plot?" Hermione asked subconsciously.

"It's about bringing down the Ministry from within, using the dark arts and gum disease, with the Aurors as their accomplices."

Many people who were paying attention to this conversation laughed, Luna's joke was quite funny, but Snape obviously didn't think so, he stared at Harry maliciously, and didn't intend to let him go, Snape was about to get to the bottom of it, but fortunately at this moment, Filch walked towards him grabbing Draco Malfoy's ear.

"Professor Slughorn," Filch said wheezingly, the flesh on his jaw twitching, and the goldfish's eyes flashed with that crazy light that catches students mischievous, "I found this boy hiding upstairs. In the corridor, did you send him an invitation?"