Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 190 189: The Frog Prince, the Priest's Call

After leaving the Slytherin common room, Ian did not choose to join the class midway. He looked at the time, first went to the Room of Requirement to make some potion, and then went straight to the auditorium.

Lunch time is coming soon.

The sun shines into the Hogwarts Great Hall through the stained glass windows. The golden light dances on the long table and reflects on the silver tableware, covering this ancient and solemn place with a layer of warm golden gauze.

Although the hot season has not yet passed, thanks to Nick Flamel, the outstanding and enthusiastic alchemy professor, Hogwarts has installed its own "air conditioning" equipment.

No one knows where the energy comes from.

Everyone just realized that as long as they were in the Hogwarts castle, they would no longer have to sweat profusely, and they could enjoy the coolness of autumn and winter even in the hot summer.

This is indeed a situation that everyone is happy to see. At least the students of Hogwarts no longer have almost no appetite when eating like they did in the hot summer in the past.

of course.

Having witnessed many innovations of the house-elves at breakfast, the little wizards were still unable to forget them at noon, so many of them were quite cautious when choosing food.

The house-elves are clearly determined to go all the way down the innovation path.

Although the lunch idea was a bit strange, it definitely tasted much better than breakfast. As Ian sat down, he couldn't help wondering if any professor had gone to the kitchen to give some advice - perhaps using physical methods, after all, the house-elves' improvement speed was a bit too fast.

“This pineapple pizza is good.”

Ian sat at the long table in Ravenclaw, enjoying his lunch leisurely, while William mixed cherry dumplings with salad dressing and Michael ate a duck-flavored chicken drumstick.

The house elves are obviously exploring in all directions. For this kind of food that makes people feel dark just by the combination, the two roommates actually gave a good evaluation.

"Who took the diary?"

Ian was thinking while eating. His eyes seemed to be casually sweeping across the entire auditorium, but in fact he had quietly used the ability of [Mind Perception].

Through Ian's training and research, Ian now has full control over this extraordinary characteristic. He can sense the emotional fluctuations and superficial thoughts of people around him without touching their minds.

Although it is impossible to read the specific thoughts without the use of Legilimency magic, it is enough for him to detect abnormal emotional changes or hidden intentions.

The first thing to observe is of course the long table at home. Although Malfoy's diary was lost in the Slytherin common room, the person who may have taken the diary is definitely not limited to Slytherin students. Perhaps most people cannot move freely like Ian, but there are many ways to enter the common rooms of other colleges.

At the Ravenclaw table.

The students had a lively discussion over a plate of vegetable salad that changes color.

"Look, it turns from green to purple!" exclaimed a student.

"This shows that its nutritional content is changing," said another student, who pushed up his thick glasses that showed he was a strong man. "Apparently, the house-elves added chameleon grass extract!"

He actually accurately determined the production process of this salad."

"Well, it is indeed chameleon grass. It can adjust itself according to the nutrients we lack. It is really a genius food design!" This is the student of Ravenclaw College.

It's completely unlike the little wizards from other academies who only marvel at the magic of this food.

On the Gryffindor table.

They only had two comments about the color-changing salad: "Oh my God" and "What the hell". It was obvious that there were several Chinese students in this college.

"I don't like eating grass, but..."

Ron was staring dejectedly at a plate of spaghetti that was twisting on its own.

“Is this thing I got really edible?”

Ron, who had been feeling down all day over the loss of his pet, poked at the plate of noodles, which suddenly curled up like a snake and wrapped around his fork.

Neville couldn't help laughing.

Hermione explained seriously.

"This should be the magic version of 'live noodles'. I feel it has a chewier texture than ordinary noodles." She was obviously providing unauthoritative scientific advice based on her own feelings.

Miss Beaver's desire to perform was as strong as Ian had previously assessed.

It comes from inferiority and sensitivity.

He tried his best to prove that he was still excellent. However, Ron didn't care about it. He felt wronged again while eating noodles, put down the cutlery in his hand and spoke in a decisive tone.

"Scabbers must have been stolen by Harry Potter!" Ron still couldn't forget his pet mouse, but he didn't know why this guy made such a judgment.

"Although my family says that boy is a hero and a great man, he is a Slytherin. I think there must be a terrifying side under his mask!"

He should have been a loyal friend of Harry Potter, but because he missed the first meeting with Harry Potter, he had no intersection with him. Unexpectedly, he developed such a big prejudice against Harry Potter.

Perhaps it also has something to do with the fact that Harry Potter went to the college he disliked the most.

This can definitely be considered a butterfly effect. Now Malfoy's attitude towards Harry Potter is very good, but Ron has become the character who "turns love into hate".

"You can't judge whether a person is good or bad just because of the house he attends. There are indeed a lot of annoying guys in Slytherin, but that doesn't mean it is a bad house."

Hermione frowned and was quite resistant to Ron's idea of ​​"selecting people based on the house". After all, her "guide" often hung out with some girls from Slytherin House. She certainly didn't want to believe that all the people in Slytherin House were bad people. Doesn't that mean her "guide" was also a bad person?

"You've never been exposed to the wizarding world before. You don't understand Hogwarts, and you don't understand Slytherin House." Ron was still indignant, and his words were full of disgust for Slytherin House.

"In fact, I also think that we can't judge a person so simply."

Neville chose to stand on Hermione's side while eating. His attitude made Ron feel even more depressed. He felt that he had to tell both of them about his discovery.

"My two brothers took me out for a night out to do experiments last night. I walked slowly and got lost. I saw Harry Potter chanting a very strange spell in an abandoned classroom."

"The magic that is being practiced in secret cannot be seen by others. It must be black magic. I saw blood. It must be some kind of extremely evil and horrific ritual."

"He must have used my poor Scabbers as a sacrifice!" Ron angrily recounted his experience, leaving Hermione and Neville a little unbelievable.

Ian also eavesdropped on this conversation.

"Is that the bloody words left by Harry?"

Ian narrowed his eyes slightly, but was not too surprised. After discovering Harry's abnormality and going to the Chamber of Secrets, he had similar guesses about what happened last night.

but.

The person who was doing this trick couldn't be the real Harry Potter... As for the residual soul in the scar on Harry's forehead, Ian felt that it was not his primary concern at the moment.

What he was looking for was Malfoy's lost diary. Tom, who betrayed Voldemort and allowed him to witness Harry's transformation process, was the target that the young wizard was most interested in now.

And at this point.

Not finding anything unusual on the Gryffindor table, Ian turned his gaze to the Hufflepuff table. The little badgers were marveling at the rainbow-like colors of the stew.

When the bubbles burst, a light fruity aroma is released.

This is an extremely outstanding innovation, a bit like a mixture of pumpkin juice and lemon pie, and many senior Hufflepuff students are discussing when to ask the house-elf for recipes.

There were no suspicious persons among them.

The Slytherin students also maintained their usual arrogance and indifference, talking to each other in a low voice, and occasionally someone would look up and glance around with arrogance and contempt in their eyes.

Ian's [Thought Perception] ability wandered through the emotions of these people, trying to capture any trace of uneasiness or tension. However, he did not find anything unusual.

Malfoy did not come to the auditorium, perhaps because he had no appetite. Ian thought that he would probably feel the same way, and he did not find it strange.

"what are you eating?"

Ian carried the plate to the Slytherin table. Daphne, who was sitting next to Aurora, immediately gave up her seat as if by reflex when he stood up from the Ravenclaw table.

The little girl ran ten meters away and went directly to the end of the long table and squeezed in with other people.

"Deep-sea fluorescent fish?"

Aurora's tone was a little uncertain. There was a glowing fish on her plate. It was worth mentioning that this was a grilled fish that was still glowing after being cooked.

"I think it looks like a radioactive fish."

Ian poked the glowing grilled fish on Aurora's plate twice. He found that after Aurora took a bite of the fish, he could vaguely see the transparent green light emitted by the fish being chewed in her mouth on her cheeks.

I don’t know if my stomach will feel the same weird feeling after eating it.

"You're moving your eyes around like an owl, looking for something?" Aurora was obviously also paying attention to Ian. She asked him the question with some confusion.

"I'm looking for my lost good brother Tom."

Ian's answer still made the German girl feel nonsensical.

but.

She didn’t judge.

"Did you find it?" Aurora asked casually. Her long platinum hair shone softly in the sunlight, and her eating movements were neither hurried nor slow, full of elegance.

"We can always find it. Maybe brother Tom is playing hide-and-seek with me." Ian looked at the little girl on his left. This pretty girl who looked a little perverse was in a very intense mood.

"Ms. Parkinson, you look very frightened." Ian knew the little girl's name, Pansy Parkinson, a pure-blooded descendant who was supposed to be sarcastic and domineering.

But at this moment, the little witch seemed a little restrained even when eating.

"At least I performed much better than Daphne." Pansy Parkinson was a little frugal with her words and her voice was crisp. Compared with Daphne, she was indeed a courageous Slytherin.

However, compared to the apparent calmness.

Miss Parkinson's growing fear showed that she was like most Slytherin students in front of Ian. Perhaps most of the credit for this should be attributed to Miss Daphne's persistent propaganda. Her storybook from Grindelwald was still fabricating sins that did not belong to Ian.

Of course, some sins are not fabricated.

"Eat less of this sweet food, or you'll become a jerk in the future." Ian saw Parkinson piled up a lot of pudding in front of him, and he immediately snatched two of the puddings that Parkinson had not touched. This is a kind of pudding that can sing. Every time a spoonful of pudding is scooped, it will make a pleasant music.

"..."

Parkinson didn't dare to eat the remaining pudding.

She felt that Ian's words might be a threat to her, or maybe this little devil liked to eat pudding, and anyone who dared to snatch the pudding would be cruelly disfigured by this little devil.

have to say.

This little witch who just entered school this year has a rich imagination. Little did Ian know that he was just expressing his feelings. After all, in his memory, the girl's childhood and adulthood were completely different.

It is said that several actors have been replaced.

"What are you daydreaming about?" Aurora, who was sitting next to Ian, tapped his plate with her fork, interrupting his thoughts. Her voice was a little teasing.

"Nothing, I just think today's pudding tastes good." Ian said casually. He actually didn't remember many details of the Harry Potter story very clearly.

Fortunately, the current development is already deviating more and more. Perhaps remembering the details too clearly is a disadvantage and may cause some unnecessary inertial thinking errors.

"you are lying."

Aurora continued to eat the grilled fish and made comments as usual. Perhaps this German girl had not yet learned Legilimency, but she had a precise grasp of Ian's words and actions.

"That's not the point. The point is that I still need to find Tom." Ian laughed and continued to look around. In the entire auditorium, not only was everyone's every move visible to Ian, but even their thoughts and emotions were also sensed silently. Professor McGonagall in the teacher's seat looked at Ian several times in a row.

However, the always strict professor did not say anything... Perhaps Dumbledore had explained it before he left, or maybe Professor McGonagall realized the potential threat to the school after communicating with Professor Nick Flamel. Perhaps, compared to Ian's behavior, she cared more about her belly.

"Have all the house elves gone mad?"

The older cat girl shook her head and sighed at a plate of puzzle-like sandwiches that kept changing positions, but she couldn't help but take a bite. As a result, she unexpectedly showed a slightly surprised and satisfied expression.

"Those disgusting creatures should be kicked out of Hogwarts."

Good uncle Professor Snape still had that expressionless look on his face, but he was obviously in a bad mood, perhaps because of the glass of pumpkin juice in front of him that was constantly emitting black smoke.

His face had a bacon-like texture to it.

Ian was "unscrupulously" using what he thought was Legilimency. He wanted to scold Ian, but he felt that Ian would definitely retort and make him embarrassed in front of so many students.

After weighing the pros and cons.

Snape could only pretend not to notice.

This made him feel even worse.

"There are still six years, no, more than five years, just more than five years." The good uncle was calculating the time he would have to send Ian away. For the first time, he felt that he was extremely looking forward to time passing faster.

Lunch is over.

Ian found nothing useful.

This surprised the little wizard.

"The Horcrux can't just grow legs and run away, right?" He felt that he should learn more about Horcruxes, so during lunch break, he took out the book "Secrets of Cutting-Edge Dark Arts" that Aurora gave him and started reading it.

The time spent studying passes really quickly.

The afternoon sun shone through the windows of the towering tower of Hogwarts onto the corridor. In the Potions classroom, Ian, who did not dare to be late, arrived one step later than Aurora.

Good uncle starts the first class of the new year.

Ian felt that he still had to give his good uncle some face.

"Lirium, why are you in the second grade classroom!" Ian was about to sit next to Aurora when he saw a figure that shouldn't be in this classroom.

“Do you know there is such a thing as privilege?”

Lyrium didn't look up.

He answered in a calm tone.

The strangest thing was that the second-year students around him didn't seem to be puzzled by his appearance, nor did they make any comments, and it seemed as if they didn't even hear his conversation with Ian.

"Snape would agree?"

The little wizard was a little suspicious.

"He can't refuse, just like most people here." Lyrium laughed and responded in a mysterious way. The guy finally looked up at Ian.

"Didn't you come to the hall for lunch?" Ian hadn't seen Lyrium at noon, and he felt that this mysterious kid from Ollivander's family was a strong suspect in stealing the notebook.

Last night, this little ghost was also in front of the bloody message.

"Do you think the food in the auditorium is edible?"

Lirium was reading, he looked up and asked the little wizard a question. It was obvious that the new student was resistant to the innovation of the house elves.

“It actually tastes pretty good.”

Ian believed this from the bottom of his heart.

however.

"Oh, you'll know at night." Lyrium's gloating expression gave the little wizard a bad feeling, and he subconsciously touched his belly.

"Will you have diarrhea?"

Ian felt that he might have been a little careless at noon.

He tried a lot of innovative dishes.

"Have you ever seen a twisting, rainbow-colored Ollie Ge? I don't think you have, but you will see it tonight. Everyone should pray that the sewers at Hogwarts are strong enough."

Lyrium's cheerful answer confirmed Ian's thoughts.

"Prophecy?"

Ian had his own toilet, so he didn't have to worry about the pit exploding. He was more curious about why Lyrium could be so sure of this.

“It’s life experience.”

Lyrium chuckled and lowered his head to read the book again. Like most Ravenclaws, he loved reading, but the books he read were all messy novels.

Like this book with the characters of "The Muggle Princess and the Seven Goblins" printed on the cover.

The name sounds like a fairy tale.

This made Ian quite curious, as he began to pay attention to fairy tales because of his own experience.

“Is this book good?”

He took the initiative to ask Lirium.

"Ah."

Lyrium didn't look up, but nodded in response. "Although the ending of the story of the Muggle princess abandoning the seven goblins who took care of her and finally choosing to live with the giants is regrettable, it is understandable. After all, how can goblins compare with giants? If I were a princess, I would also choose the big giant."

He was suspected to be driving.

But Ian couldn't get the evidence.

"..."

This kind of bizarre fairy tale really refreshed the little wizard's worldview.

And Lyrium's speech continued.

"If you also like this kind of books, I recommend you to read Snow White. That is the fairy tale that wizards should read. The seven black dwarfs in the story are actually not inferior to the giants when they get together."

"Of course, the prince's fascination with a corpse is also truly amazing." It is difficult to imagine what kind of mental state an eleven-year-old wizard would be in to comment on such a book with such relish.

“????” Ian couldn’t tell for a moment whether this was the truth of the fairy tale or just an artistic processing made by later generations for the sake of curiosity.

He still remembered that Snow White was related to his cheap senior sister.

Thinking hard.

"dislike?"

Lirim looked up and saw Ian's strange expression. He became happier and said, "If you don't like this style, I have another story about the Frog Prince."

Perhaps this is another version of the story that is more Cthulhu than the dark fairy tale.

Ian didn't want Lirium to ruin his childhood.

and so.

"The Frog Prince is pretty good. I have always liked the Frog Prince. After all, frogs are too small, but the Frog Prince is different. One frog may not be enough for you, but if you kiss the Frog Prince and make him become a real prince, then maybe he will be enough for you to eat for several weeks."

He decided to destroy his own childhood first so that Lirim, the evil classmate, would have no way to start.

have to say.

The little wizard made a good choice.

Lirium was stunned after hearing his speech.

"??????"

The blond boy, who had a teasing expression just now, now had a question mark face due to astonishment. It even looked like there was one more question mark on Ian's previous question mark face.

"I have never lost in a fight with evil."

Ian patted his messy blond hair and walked back to Aurora with great satisfaction. After tidying up his books, he prepared to attend his first class of the new semester.

"I heard that frogs lay 500 to 2000 eggs at a time. Why don't you let the frog prince have more children? Then you will have more frog princes than you can eat?"

Aurora suddenly asked the question at this time. She seemed to have heard the conversation between Ian and Lirium, and began to think about some questions that a normal person would never associate with.

"!?"

Perhaps this is the case of one thing conquering another. Ian was really stunned by the German girl's imagination.

"Is it possible that male frogs can't give birth to babies?" He didn't even know how to respond, so he could only change the subject to the limitations of male frogs.

however.

"I know a magic that can turn a person into a hermaphrodite." Aurora answered seriously, and even wanted to copy this magic to Ian.

"!!??"

What else could Ian say.

He could only choose to remain silent.

Accepting that his language system was no longer working, Aurora fortunately did not have time to think of something that would shock the world, as Snape walked in from the classroom door.

This classroom was even colder than other places in the castle. There was a subtle chill in the air, probably because Nick Flamel's "castle-wide air conditioning" was over-cooling the room.

The purpose should be to better preserve the potion materials - Ian had taken a few glances at it before, and it seemed that his uncle had been busy for an entire summer to complete the medicine cabinet in this classroom.

Not only were several forbidden magic spells added next to the medicine cabinet, but even the lock used was replaced with the one with the highest level of protection on the market - but it probably wouldn't last long in the face of Ian's [Unlocking Spell].

"Today, we are going to prepare a very, very common potion, which is worthless in my opinion, the herbicide." Snape may have sensed the little wizard's thoughts. He first looked at Ian with a little uneasiness and worry, and then walked to the front of the podium and began to teach the class slowly.

"This medicine is used to kill or remove plants. It is not drinkable. In my life, I have never seen any fool drink herbicide."

"Of course, maybe there will be some fools among you who want to show me the world." Snape first made his usual sarcasm to everyone, but this level of attack power was not strong enough for a second-year student.

"If it has no value, why should we boil it?" Ian was the only one who dared to raise his hand to ask a question. He actually didn't know much about this kind of farming potion.

This was probably because he didn't have a farm of his own. The only plants he cultivated only needed to be watered regularly with the black-robed skeleton's bath water.

“Why so many whys?”

Snape used his eyes to warn Ian not to make trouble, but he still answered Ian's question, "We need a lot of Hufflepuff headmasters. Apparently there is not only one thief who steals potion materials in our school, but also a thief who likes to steal the plants grown by Professor Sprout. Ha, I don't think I would be surprised if someone judged Hogwarts to be a den of thieves in the future."

This is obviously meant to imply something.

Point to the mulberry tree and curse the huai tree.

Ian had no intention of talking back.

But he still muttered to Aurora beside him.

"I gave him money and he scolded me. Can you prove it for me?" After saying this, the little wizard emphasized it again to prove his innocence.

"I didn't steal the plants grown by Professor Sprout." He really had never done such a thing. He suspected that the little witch from Hufflepuff who grew mutant cabbage was imitating him.

however.

"I know."

Aurora's calm answer was very straightforward.

Just when Ian was about to thank his good friend for his trust.

"I took it."

The German girl lowered her voice and spoke frankly, which made the little wizard stunned again - the imitator turned out to be this guy, and he was even better than him and went directly to purchase first-hand raw materials?

"I have also paid, and I have been paying double the amount. Professor Sprout has never refused." Aurora added.

"Did she agree?"

Ian sensed some familiar auras.

“She didn’t say no.”

The little German girl repeated what she had just said.

it is more than words.

"Hiss, you're almost a master." Ian couldn't help but take a breath and gave his good friend a thumbs up. Aurora was indeed learning from him very quickly.

They even learned to tell the truth. While the two little wizards were whispering, Snape, who had become accustomed to such situations and had automatically updated his retina to selectively ignore the two guys, had already finished teaching everyone the recipe and began to remind them of the precautions when brewing.

I quickly finished the main points.

He immediately threw down the teaching materials and started letting the students practice.

"If you are careless when adding the ingredients, your finished product will definitely be so-so. Concentration and focus are the most important things to brew a good potion."

"You have forty minutes. Those who fail will have to clean the toilet tonight." He threatened everyone as usual, and after hearing his words, many people immediately perked up.

No one wants to clean toilets.

Especially Lyrium.

The guy straightened his back and threw away the storybook in his hand. Ian had been paying attention to Lyrium. He was surprised that Snape didn't care about this new student who shouldn't appear in the second grade classroom. He even didn't care that this guy was reading a novel during the lecture.

Everyone is taking action.

The same goes for Ian and Aurora.

The young wizard noticed that when the students were brewing, Snape stayed in front of Lyrium's cauldron for a moment, but still did not kick the intruder out of the classroom.

"This is really a ghost!"

Ian felt more and more strange. He now understood why others were trying to figure out his background. It was as if he was almost doubting Lyrium's own life experience.

"Guru Guru~"

Ian and Aurora were brewing the potion in an orderly manner.

When the herbicide is first boiled, it smells sweet, like fruit, but the more it is boiled, the more its smell will become pungent and foul as more ingredients are added.

It's the kind that you take a sniff at.

The stench was enough to make people want to vomit. Many people covered their mouths and noses with their hands and kept dry heaving. Aurora directly cast a bubble head spell on herself.

Lyrium was the quickest to finish the brew.

He raised his hand.

Snape walked over immediately.

"The potion is of excellent quality." The Potions professor, who seldom praised others, looked at Lyrium in surprise, and then brought out a flowerpot full of weeds.

He simply dripped a drop of Lyrium potion into the flowerpot, and after a few seconds, the weeds in the flowerpot turned yellow and dry at a speed almost visible to the naked eye.

Subsequently.

It withered quickly again, turning into ashes in the flowerpot. There was no doubt that Lyrium's herbicide was very successful, to the point that even the potion master could not help but admire it.

"I think I finally met a student who is not so stupid." This was definitely a compliment from Snape. He took Lyrium's work to the podium as a demonstration.

Facing the exclamations and thumbs-up from the classmates around him, Lirium accepted it with a smile.

“This guy really has something.”

Ian is also brewing.

However, his expression was much more relaxed than most of his classmates.

It's not about endurance.

Instead, he made some minor adjustments. The good uncle wandered to Ian's side like a ghost, staring at the potion brewed in Ian's crucible and frowned.

"What are you doing?"

He asked somewhat unhappily.

"Herbicide, of course."

Ian answered honestly.

"I don't smell the stench of herbicide." Snape had a stern face and his expression became more and more serious. His eyes were always on the potion brewed by Ian.

"I made some slight improvements. The smell of the original was a bit overpowering." Ian didn't do it to show off. He just didn't want to wear a robe stained with the stench all afternoon.

"I remember I warned you last semester not to use your damn improvement in my class." Snape immediately looked at Ian with an annoyed look after hearing this.

"Do you think I don't know that this stench is unbearable? Do you think there are so many potion masters in this world who are better than you and don't know how to eliminate the smell of this potion?"

"You clever kid... This smell is intentional by the developer, in order to prevent the herbicide from being accidentally ingested by some unlucky person!"

He explained why herbicides stink so badly.

"Forehead……"

Of course Ian could guess this, but he actually had other ways to prevent accidental ingestion. However, good uncle Snape obviously did not give him the opportunity or idea to explain.

"If I didn't tell you this, would you still be planning to smugly add some pineapple flavor to it?" He didn't see through Ian's thoughts.

Just mocking in his own way as always.

Hear the words.

Ian didn't react yet.

Lyrium, who had started reading again, suddenly raised his head and looked at Snape for several times with a speechless expression. Then, after a heavy sigh, he lowered his head again.

“That’s how it happened.”

The quiet whispers were heard by no one.

"A failed work! No one will dare to buy herbicides like yours!" Snape was not targeting Ian, but he felt that Ian sometimes disrespected the achievements of his predecessors.

In this regard.

Ian hasn't argued yet.

Not far away, Lirium had already raised his hand.

"If we regard this as a poison, maybe it will have a good market. It is cheap, highly toxic, and even cannot be detected by conventional detection methods."

The blond boy actually came up with a different idea.

"You are indeed a genius!"

Ian looked at the blond boy in disbelief. He didn't expect that there was a friend in the world who shared the same ideas as him. He also had a similar research purpose in making this attempt.

after all.

This herbicide has characteristics similar to paraquat.

"Mr. Ollivander, this is not the time for you to give advice." Snape was obviously stunned after hearing this, but soon he snorted coldly with a gloomy face.

"I don't think there would be such a stupid wizard who couldn't even notice this." His eyes flickered slightly, but his tone was still sarcastic.

"..."

Lyrium's expression was very...hard to describe. It was a mixture of embarrassment and speechlessness.

"That's not necessarily true. Some very powerful wizards might also be tricked." He seemed to be trying to make the excuse that should have been made by Ian.

"Then I suggest that the wizard get some brain treatment, and maybe a new pair of eyes." Without even a second thought, Snape made his judgement on Lyrium's hypothesis.

The tone was still sarcastic.

"........."

Lyrium looked at Snape deeply, sat back in his seat, and said nothing more. He put down the book he had raised, and seemed to be a little autistic.

"Rework!"

Snape ignored Lyrium and turned to Ian and gave him a stern order. What could the young wizard do? Faced with hegemony, he could only bottle up the improved herbicide he had brewed and then go get the ingredients again. When he came back, he found Lyrium staring at the potion he had placed on the table.

Ian felt somewhat familiar with this look.

So the vigilant little wizard immediately put his work into his purse and hid it close to his body. Seeing his action, Lyrium sighed and withdrew his gaze.

"Damn it, it added fuel to the fire."

He cursed under his breath.

The following Potions class was uneventful.

Ian is very fast.

Having successfully brewed the second pot of weed killer potion within the specified time, Ian avoided the possibility of repeating the fate of a toilet cleaner. After class, he hurriedly made some potion for himself to treat his diarrhea.

"I hope Lyrium is bluffing."

Ian gave Aurora a bottle and drank one himself. After looking at the clock in the corridor, he walked to the top of the North Tower for the last class of the day.

The divination classroom is here.

Under normal circumstances.

Young wizards in the first and second grades only need to take astronomy classes. However, due to the advice given by Professor Lockhart, second-year students will have a divination trial class once a month starting this year.

Can also understand.

After all, as a prophet.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor would certainly be concerned about this. The young wizards had no complaints, after all, this class was an experience class in exchange for reducing the class time of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. The students did not have to take extra classes, and they could experience new things, so how could they not be satisfied?

What’s interesting is that Ian didn’t see Lirium in this class, as if Lirium just wanted to attend a second-year Potions class.

"I think your grandfather just wants to be lazy. He takes one less class every month but still gets the same salary." Ian felt that he saw through Grindelwald's true intentions.

Aurora remained noncommittal.

The two of them walked together to the North Tower, where Divination lessons were held, and they waited on a terrace where Sybill Trelawney had lived since entering Hogwarts.

There are no stairs nearby.

Because the door of the divination classroom is on the ceiling of the platform. Just when many little wizards who were full of expectations for the novel course looked around and tried to find the door to enter.

"Wow~"

A ladder was hanging from the ceiling. Ian climbed up first, followed by Aurora, and then the other young wizards who had come to their senses followed immediately.

The steps of the stairs seemed a little shaky due to their age, and each step made a slight creaking sound, as if reminding visitors how unreliable this place was.

They are all omens.

An omen in the sense of divination.

But it seemed that no one noticed, including Aurora, a natural prophet.

Ian entered the classroom.

First, he smelled a strong scent of incense, a herbal scent mixed with sandalwood, which made him feel as if he was in an ancient fortune teller's shrine. This was a strange-looking classroom. Compared with a teaching room, it was more like a fusion of a teahouse and a residence.

The light in the classroom looked dim and soft. The crimson curtains almost completely covered the windows. Only a few faint rays of light could shine in through the gaps in the curtains, forming swaying halos. This added a dreamy atmosphere to the entire room, and it did look a bit mysterious.

of course.

This is what other people think.

In Ian's eyes.

He felt that such a place was more like some sinful place hidden in the corners of the streets, which turned on pink lights on time at night and attracted many lost people to linger.

"Is this the divination classroom?"

"I seem to have smelled the breath of destiny! What a mysterious place!"

"I must study this course seriously. As long as I can figure out the winning numbers of the Muggle World Lottery, I can help my parents become rich second-generations!"

……

The little wizards were chattering about it.

There were many round low tables in the middle of the classroom, and on each table there was a crystal ball. Many little wizards came up to touch them but were afraid to do so.

Just at this time.

"Oh, another group of little wizards struggling with their fate." A trance-like and hoarse voice suddenly sounded, and a tall and thin woman walked out from the curtain.

"It feels so wonderful to see you in the tangible world." She wore glasses, and her hair was the kind of dark brown that looked uncared for, with a few strands of dry gray mixed in. It looked like dead grass blown by the wind and scattered on her shoulders, making her look a bit unkempt.

Living in an environment without sunlight for many years has made the professor's skin look unhealthy and pale. Her face is thin and her cheekbones are high, as if she is malnourished.

"Let me see, let me see, see your future, see your...ending." Professor Sybill Trelawney looked around at the little wizards present with a straight look.

Her eyes were covered by a pair of huge round glasses with lenses as thick as the bottom of a wine bottle, a gold frame and intricate astrological patterns carved around the edges.

"Oh, no, not so good."

"You too, be careful of the people around you."

"Children, listen carefully, the shadow of darkness is quietly spreading in the corridors of Hogwarts..." Professor Sybill Trelawney first scared a few little wizards with her mysterious muttering.

Subsequently.

Her eyes stopped on Ian.

"what?"

Professor Sybill Trelawney was stunned at first, and then her whole body suddenly twitched as if she was having an epileptic seizure, scaring everyone who was still immersed in the atmosphere of the prophecy.

"What's wrong with this professor?"

"Is he ill?"

"Why is she shaking like my mom when she secretly plays with toys in the dormitory?"

……

Sybill Trelawney waved her hands in the air and made incomprehensible sounds. The little wizards looked at her in horror, not knowing what was happening.

“Is this a feeling?”

Ian was a little surprised. He looked at Aurora who was thoughtful beside him, and then looked at the professor who had been twitching for a long time. He seemed to remember that this professor had this special ability.

really.

As Sybill Trelawney's body stopped shaking, her entire temperament changed instantly. Her originally blurred eyes became exceptionally clear and dazzling.

"Please, save us, save us..."

Her voice was hoarse and desperate.

"My Lord."

She reached out her hand to Ian with a crying tone.

(End of this chapter)