"You're the most gifted girl I've ever met!" Trelawney swept the tome to the ground. Grabbing Pansy's hand, he swayed and said excitedly.

"I say maybe, the one you soothsayed will be back soon, and I promise that for the time being he will not be in any danger. ”

The true prophet has his own spirituality.

Pansy had an embarrassed and uncomfortable smile on her face, and she didn't actually feel any talent for it, just talking about what she saw.

But the mood is a little lighter.

The classroom was cloudy, the candlelight of the candles was an ambiguous pink, and a faint incense lingered on the tip of Pansy's nose.

"Ahh She sneezed in discomfort and rubbed her nose.

"Thank you. Pansy then bowed to Trelawney.

"No, it's just a small thing, and I'm happy for you, and it's a proud thing to be able to clear the fog and see the future. Trelawney shook her head.

Pansy then left the classroom in high spirits, and now she was going to the auditorium for lunch.

For a while, the pace was much lighter.

Just as Trelawney began to tidy up and pack up her teaching aids, the tightly closed trapdoor was pushed open, and another person climbed the silver ladder and appeared in her classroom.

"Professor Snape?" Trelawney's face showed surprise.

"It was Dumbledore who told me to come to you. Snape's robes dragged quickly in front of Trelawney, and then immediately pulled out his wand from his cuff and cast a spell.

The surrounding candles went out in an instant, and the house was plunged into darkness.

Light and sound, all blocked.

There was no trace of emotion in his voice, and the low and soothing habit of spitting words in the past became a little rapid.

Trelawney pricked up her ears before she could barely keep up with the man in front of her.

Five minutes later.

"You mean you want me to make a false prophecy?" Trelawney's eyes widened, and they looked more and more comical under the magnification of her frames, and their eyes were almost half the size of her face.

She screamed, looking at the man in front of her in disbelief.

"I'm very principled, Severus, even if it's Dumbledore's request. Trelawney frowned, "In particular, I will be responsible for my prophecy, and if it succeeds, it is the instruction of fate, which cannot be changed, even if there is an occasional mistake, it is fate that corrects his established trajectory." ”

Snape's face darkened.

Dumbledore probably hadn't expected the prophecy professor to be so pedantic.

The situation is at an impasse.

As for Pansy, she didn't know what was going on in the classroom, and she was hurrying to the auditorium, and she was already delayed for a long time when lunch time was almost over.

There are also classes in the afternoon.

In the fifth grade, each student's tasks are much heavier.

Then as soon as she pushed the door in, she heard an obnoxious male voice.

"Retribution, has Malfoy been caught?" Ron held up a copy of the Daily Prophet at the table, and gloated, presumably finishing his lunch.

This caused Pansy's heart to suddenly stop beating for half a beat.

Then he paused, then spoke out loud.

"Oh, it doesn't look like it, I guess I died somewhere, it's a pity. ”

"Shut your mouth" Pansy walked over angrily, looking at Ron angrily, her shoulders trembling.

"If I say no. Ron said nonchalantly, looking at the girl in front of him defiantly.

"Then I'll teach you a good lesson. ”

Pansy impulsively raised her wand and fired a spell at Ron, striking him straight in the face.

It's a pure impact spell.

With a series of tinkling sounds.

Ron's head was raised high, and then his whole head was planted directly into the deep bowl in front of him, and the viscous soup splashed everywhere, looking extremely embarrassed.

"I'm going to teach you a good lesson. Ron immediately pulled the dishes off his head, slammed them on the table in disgust, struggled to get up from his seat, spat a few mouthfuls of foam on the floor, and then wiped his soup-soaked hair.

He pulled out his wand at Pansy.

He was just careless just now, and with Moody's special training, he didn't think he might lose to this girl.

The atmosphere was tense for a while.

It's just that at this time, Pansy put down the raised wand again, hid it behind her, and looked like it was dead again.

"What are you doing?" Professor McGonagall, wearing her tall, dark green pointed hat, walked quickly to the two of them with a serious face, looked around, and then saw a embarrassed Ron, and Pansy with her hands folded.

Ron still seems to have a few green leaves on his head.

The rest of the Slytherin students, who were eating slowly and had not left the table, began to laugh heartily when they saw the funny scene, until Professor McGonagall's cold gaze swept them away, and then they became honestly quiet.

"Slytherin, twenty points, Pansy Parkinson uses a curse on his classmates. ”

"Miss Parkinson, even if you are a Slytherin prefect, as the vice-principal, I have the right to dispose of you, I am not only the head of Gryffindor, but also the vice-principal. Professor McGonagall said majestically.

"Yes. Pansy nodded obediently, accepting the reality, and then casually walked towards the Slytherin table, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

The other Slytherin students in the lower grades were all looking at them with adoration.

It doesn't matter how many points the college deducts.

"Alright, Weasley, that's it. Seeing that Ron was a little dissatisfied, and wanted to say something, Professor McGonagall said to him: "Gryffindor's courage is not used to fight bravely. ”

Then she left.

A dispute seems to disappear in this way.

But something unexpected happened again.

"Mr. Weasley, you, as the prefect of Gryffindor, are disheveled, and you have not done your role as an example, and you will be deducted twenty points. Snape appeared at Ron's side with a gloomy and gloomy look.

Said in a disgusted tone, and sat down at the long Slytherin table, seemingly uneaten.

"It's so pitiful for someone, so embarrassed and deducted points. Pansy looked at him and smirked.

Ron clenched his fists angrily, but he didn't know what he thought of, and he let go of it in a dejected manner.

"Anyway, now there is a person who is being chased as a lost dog, and I don't know when he will die in the wilderness. ”

Pansy's face immediately turned pale, and she clenched the knife and fork in her hand.

Since you can't do it, let's continue to play tricks on each other

After some tossing, this gunpowder lunch finally came to an end.

Annoyed, Pansy left the Great Hall impatiently and ran down a gravel path towards the Slytherin common room.