Chapter 94: Trelawney's Death Predicted

Rolf didn't know how long Sirius and Snape had been swearing at each other, but both of them had a hoarse voice when they were in class on Monday.

If only one person had a problem with his voice, the young wizards would at most think that he was tired from teaching, but if they both had problems at the same time... they couldn't help but make associations.

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Considering the abnormal behavior of Snape and Sirius on the first night of school, rumors soon spread that the two had a private fight and stabbed each other's throats.

As for what they used to stab, it's not clear. Anyway, in the CP articles about the two circulating in Hogwarts, the weapons are varied, and the locations are not limited to offices, classrooms, medicine storage rooms and... cauldrons.

The most simple plot will make people blush after reading it.

Snape has completely set his sights on Rolf. After all, Rolf is the first wizard, except the Dark Lord, who dares to call him a fool in person.

So Rolf officially surpassed Harry and enjoyed the supreme hall-level treatment in the potion class.

Tasting the "poison" brewed by Neville and Hannah was just an appetizer. In order to avoid the detoxification effect of the fecal stone, Snape would personally take the medicine.

Unfortunately, Rolf was well prepared. He used smoke to get a lot of tears from Fawkes.

He took some in every class, and he was safe every time, which made Snape doubt his life and thought that the poison he prepared was expired.

It shouldn't be... He gave Potter and Weiss drugs in Gryffindor's class, and the effect was outstanding every time.

The news that Filch's office was stolen quickly spread throughout Hogwarts. In order to avoid panic, the school did not mention Peter Pettigrew.

The students speculated about the murderer.

The Weiss twins, who were still looking for Boggart, became the scapegoat inexplicably.

They really wanted to sneak into Filch's office. After all, there were too many prohibited items stored there. It can be said to be the ultimate fantasy and one piece.

But this time it really wasn't them!

The two often let others take the blame, and this time they tasted the bitterness of being wronged.

As October came, Professor Trelawney's Divination class became the most popular course in Hogwarts.

Many students who did not choose her course came to take the class.

It's not that everyone really likes divination, but most of them are just for fun, wanting to see when Trelawney's prediction of her own death will come true.

Trelawney has been in the industry for twelve years and is considered experienced, but so many students who take the class squeeze into every class, it's really Snape giving Gryffindor extra points... It's unprecedented.

She even had the illusion that I'm popular... My talent has been seen through by students.

After a significant adjustment in self-cognition, the first thing Professor Trelawney did was to write an application to Professor Dumbledore, asking for a salary increase.

She has worked diligently for twelve years and has trained so many excellent fortune tellers for the wizarding world. Now there are so many students who take the class... How can they all get a salary increase?

Of course, this request was ruthlessly rejected by the Vice-Principal Professor McGonagall.

So, in the October class, Professor Trelawney, who was furious, transferred her death prediction from the students to Professor McGonagall.

In class, Rolf and Neville were exchanging tea cups and predicting each other's good luck, when they saw Professor Trelawney holding a crystal ball, suddenly twitching and screaming.

"It's happening again." Rolf whispered, "How many times in this class?"

Neville lowered his head and counted the records in the notebook, saying, "The fourth time."

Trelawney twitched an average of 4.5 times, screamed six times, and predicted one person's death in every class.

If her predictions came true every time, Hogwarts would probably be empty now.

When can I get her real predictions for free?

Rolf sighed.

Hannah, who was standing aside, looked at Trelawney with admiration. She and Susan were now Professor Trelawney's little fans.

In the first class, Trelawney told Hannah to be careful of the black-haired man, who was identified by Hannah as Professor Snape.

"Professor Trelawney, did you see anything?" Hannah asked cautiously.

"I saw a terrible future." Professor Trelawney said in the most vague and distant voice:

"My dear, that ominous omen is striding towards the school... getting closer and closer... that thing... is going to happen!"

"What is it, professor?" Hannah couldn't help asking.

Professor Trelawney's big eyes opened dramatically.

"A lion... a fierce adult lion... will die tragically on the Gryffindor Tower before Halloween..."

Many students took a breath.

"Professor, an adult lion... are you talking about Professor McGonagall?" Susan asked.

"I really hope it's not her, but..." Professor Trelawney sighed, sat down dejectedly in the chair, and covered her face.

Justin tried to look around, staring at the crystal ball, he raised his hand and said:

"Professor, I don't see anything."

"Child, looking at the crystal ball is a very delicate art." Professor Trelawney shook his head and sighed: "You haven't learned this skill yet, of course you can't peek into this unfathomable sphere."

"Professor Trelawney, when will the prediction of your own death come true last time?" McMillan hurriedly said.

"Oh, that thing? I told you that doctors don't heal themselves... and soothsayers don't tell themselves." Professor Trelawney's voice became erratic:

"The result of divination for yourself is that you will get a warning, not a true prophecy."

Professor Trelawney's explanation obviously did not convince everyone, but she already said in a mocking voice:

"I think that's the end of today's class. Please pack your things... By the way, remind Professor McGonagall to be careful... what she is afraid of will happen before Halloween."

The entire class silently returned the cup to Professor Trelawney, closed the bag, and left the classroom.

The Hufflepuff students left the north tower and walked towards the Transfiguration classroom. When class was about to start, they hurried to the classroom.

By this time, the Ravenclaw students had arrived.

Shirley was sitting in the front row, flipping through the textbook, and Rolf sat down next to her.

The ponytailed girl glanced at the Hufflepuff students with a strange atmosphere and asked in a low voice: "What happened?"

"In the divination class just now, Professor Trelawney predicted that a lion would die in Gryffindor Tower before Halloween." Rolf shrugged and said, "She also hinted that it was Professor McGonagall."

Shirley raised her eyebrows. She chose Arithmetic Divination instead of the Divination class, but she had also heard of Trelawney's name.

The rest of the class kept casting furtive looks at Professor McGonagall, as if she was going to drop dead at any moment.

Professor McGonagall also felt the strange looks in the students' eyes. She frowned and said, "What's wrong?"

Hannah raised her hand and said: "Professor, we just had a divination class. Professor Trelawney said that before Halloween..."

"Ah, of course," Professor McGonagall snorted softly: "There is no need to say any more, Miss Abbott, tell me, Professor Trelawney just predicted who will die before Halloween?"

Everyone stared at Professor McGonagall.

"Oh, is it my turn this time?" Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and said in a sarcastic tone:

"I don't want to speak ill of my colleagues, but I must say that divination is one of the most inaccurate subjects in magic. To be honest, I have the least patience for divination.

There are very few people who can truly foresee the future, and Professor Trelawney..."

Although Professor McGonagall did not say the word "liar" out loud, the meaning was obvious.

"I'm more concerned about the progress of your class than worrying about my safety.

Speaking of Halloween, I have to remind you that the first Hogsmeade weekend is on Halloween. "

Professor McGonagall said cheerfully:

"You must prepare the application form in advance and submit it to your respective dean. If you do not submit the form, you will not go to Hogsmeade. So, don't forget it!"

Neville suddenly looked horrified and said: "Oops, I...I think I lost my watch..."

"Your grandma sent the watch to me directly, Mr. Longbottom. She thought it was safer." Professor McGonagall blinked and said:

"I didn't take it seriously at first, thinking that you are so old, but now it seems that your grandma understands you better."

The students laughed out loud.

Shirley raised her head and looked out the window, slightly pursed her lips.

Luo Fu knew that the ponytail girl returned to the monastery during the summer vacation and did not get a signature, so he comforted her:

"It's okay. I can impersonate the handwriting of the abbot of your monastery and sign the application form for you."

"Be careful of being discovered by Professor Flitwick." Shirley lowered her voice.

"He doesn't know your dean's handwriting." Luo Fu said nonchalantly: "Otherwise, if I sign my grandfather's name, I will be the most like him, and I will definitely not be considered a fraud."

"What's your grandfather's name?" Shirley raised her eyebrows. She turned to stare at Luo Fe and said:

"Mr. Scamander is your grandfather, not mine. What's the point of signing my application form?"

"It could also be your grandpa." Luo Fu said with a smile, "I'm sure he won't mind if he makes a temporary cameo."

Shirley put her elbows on the table and held her hot cheeks. She just tilted her head and looked at the boy with a smile.

Professor McGonagall stood on the podium, speechless. Although she was not the headmaster of Ravenclaw, she was still the vice-principal.

When you two are talking about signing for someone, can you avoid some people... It's too arrogant.

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