The next morning, next to the long table in the auditorium, Gail was a little absent-mindedly poking the bacon on his plate.

When the bacon was poked to pieces by Gail, Severus couldn't stand it anymore: "Gail, you have to eat something." I have a morning class ahead of me today. ”

"I know......" Gail replied weakly, "I should have realized that all thinking magical creatures think just like humans. But the way it thinks, I don't understand it now...... There's nothing I can do about it. ”

"Don't worry, there's Sa...... Who's there, it's fine. Remember when they said that the house has a consciousness of its own? The house agrees that it lives here, which is very revealing. And mermaids. They're old tenants, aren't they? You also said that it realized after talking to the merfolk, maybe the magical creatures think in a similar way, so it's easier to convince the other party! Severus rarely said a lot to appease Gail, and by the way, he also convinced himself that he didn't need to think too much. After all, Hogwarts is safe now, isn't it?

When the two of them were talking, the little snakes sitting next to them, although they all lowered their heads and concentrated on eating, they still pricked up their ears, trying to find some useful information from the conversation. Such a consistent hard work made Gail's originally depressed mood better.

After happily eating the bacon that he had broken and eating an extra sandwich, he finally finished eating, turned to Travers, and said, "At eight o'clock tonight, all the students will meet in the common room." ”

With a "poof", another person nearby dropped his fork with a blue face. It's a collection again! I don't know what the chief is going to do this time!

Most people, too, think so in their hearts. So for the rest of the day, the Slytherin students had a sense of unlovedness, like flowers in the July sun, hanging their heads and not being able to keep up.

In such a mental state, even Gryffindor, the "sworn enemy" who has always been difficult to deal with them, can't help but feel sympathy. I have to say that after the little snakes are honest, the little lions have no channel to vent their excessive energy. Although the old opponents are cunning, they are indeed good opponents! How did it become like this now?

The day had passed, and Gail didn't have much time to think about the basilisk he had thrown into the central hall. At eight o'clock in the evening, all Slytherin students, including those who are about to take the o.w.ls and S exams, are no exception.

Gail shook a copy of "Greek Mythological Stories" in his hand to everyone present, and opened his mouth with a cheerful expression: "Today, I want to share a little story with you. I think some of you have already read this book. Although it may not be the same version as the one in my hand, I should also know the records and descriptions of Greek stories in the ordinary world. So, does anyone know about King Oedipus? ”

Silent.

An awkward silence hung through the Slytherins.

The book wasn't on Gale's previous list of books, and at a time when most people were wasting a lot of time on the list of books, there really wasn't much attention paid to the other books. Even if there are one or two who may know a little, it is impossible to risk slapping a classmate in the face and causing a family crisis at this time to be in the limelight.

But there are always exceptions. Regulus faced the awkward silence and opened his mouth in a low voice, "Yes, Mr. Chief. I know. ”

"Mr. Black, could you please read this story to everyone?"

"Gladly." Regulus calmly walked up to Gail's side, took the book from Gail's hand, and read it aloud with a "loud voice".

It has to be said that this version of the story is still very fascinating in terms of wording. Soon, the little snakes were more or less attracted to attention, even though they would scold the Muggles for their stupidity and ignorance.

The story of King Oedipus is a tragedy. Because after knowing the language, I tried my best to avoid it, but in the end I found myself in the midst of the tragedy of prophecy.

Once again, there was silence in the Slytherin common room. It's just that this silence is caused by the fact that everyone is affected by the heavy and depressing ending of the story. Some of the girls couldn't help but let out a sobbing sound or two.

Gail didn't speak immediately, but waited until the little snakes had almost sorted out their feelings before speaking: "Actually, I know that prophecy is actually very common in our place, in the wizarding world. It's like in the Ministry of Magic, there's a special department to record prophecies that will definitely come true, right? ”

This time, Gail's question is finally one that the little snakes can answer. A fifth-grader, strict-looking brown-haired boy nodded in response to Gail's question, "Yes, Mr. Chief." This department is called the Department of Mysteries. In fact, even today, we don't know exactly where the prophecy came from. There is too little information about them. ”

"About that—" Gail smiled and nodded, "I don't know. But one thing is very clear, sometimes, the more you resist fate, fate just makes it impossible for you to disobey. As far as I am concerned, my attitude towards prophecy has always been to classify prophecy as feudal superstition, and I hope that you can also be wiser and not let prophecy control your life. ”

"So what do you mean? What if there was a prophecy about yourself? What are we going to do? A little girl in the second grade asked with a little trepidation, her voice full of trembling and fear.

Gail shook his head, "I think, for example, someone predicted that you would be killed by someone. So, are you going to kill this person right away? Then I'm 100% sure that this person will escape your pursuit without dying. After that, you really have to face this person and you at any time. Look, you set up a mortal enemy yourself, and you were killed by him, didn't you? ”

"So what are we going to do?" It's a chorus of eager-sounding reads of a few little snakes who aren't reserved enough.

"Are you sure you want me to answer? Know that the answer is not necessarily what you like. Gail asked back with a smile, leaving the decision to the few people who asked questions.

A few young snakes froze and did not answer immediately. But after thinking for a few seconds, he opened his mouth again at the same time: "Yes." ”

Hehe, it's all fresh cucumbers, and just one story has changed from passive to active to begin to receive ideological education! Well, in the end, it's just a matter of asking for something. Because of what he wanted, he willingly listened to Gale say this. Gail also knows that it is estimated that it will not be as easy as this time next time, and the little snakes still know how to draw inferences and think very well.

Regulus watched expressionlessly as Gale abducted a group of junior snakes with a story, and reiterated in his heart that "the teacher that the eldest brother found for himself is really a very powerful guy".

He always does simple and rough things, and his words are very childish and ...... Brainstorming. But it's undeniable that Gail always gets what he wants—most of the time, he even has unexpected gains, such as his eldest brother and Sissi, as well as his future brother-in-law, the head of the Malfoy family, all of which are considered windfalls. Although I still don't know why Gail is talking about "prophecy" today, it should have a deep meaning! Should!

Gail, who was thought by Regulus to have a profound effect on tonight's actions, didn't think much about it. In fact, he was just looking forward to the choice of these little snakes who had some connection to the Death Eaters in the future when there was another prophecy that "the man who defeated the Dark Lord would appear at the end of July".

This is a precautionary shot for them: if the Dark Lord insists on killing a baby, then he will die himself. The current little snakes just graduated a few years later and became little fresh meat entering the wizarding society. If those stubborn old pickles were harvested by the messengers of justice, maybe the little snakes who had gone through these things today would still be able to detect in advance and protect themselves, so that Slytherin would not become a "badass" house in the future. It was the most visionary thing he ever did as Chief Slytherin - to keep Slytherin alive. You can't drag all the Slytherin fame along for ten miles just because of one scum!

The events of that night didn't make much of a splash among the students at Hogwarts, and most thought it was just another whim on Gael's part. But unexpectedly, this time, about five or six years later, when Voldemort was desperate to fight for his life because of the prophecy, most of the Slytherin family was able to protect their family's interests and not be dragged into the endless hell by this psychotic disease. At that time, many of the little snakes wondered if Gale had already anticipated Voldemort's end - their chief was unfathomable. However, this is an afterthought, and it is still necessary to focus on the present.

By the time the second full moon arrived, Severus's improved non-injectable potion inhibitor had been prepared. Because it was an oral potion, in order to quickly act on the werewolf's body, Severus analyzed the difference between werewolves and human internal organs in detail, and made the most effective adjustments to his work.

"Man! Oh, my God! Inside the screaming shack, under the huge full moon, Remus gradually changed from an irrational werewolf who just wanted to bite back to a human body, which made James unable to control his mouth and couldn't help but scream.

"Shut up, James!" Remus covered his ears and said, "Your voice is like thunder, it shakes me to death!" ”

Severus raised an eyebrow and wrote "hearing is still excellent" under the "Needs improvement" column in his little notebook. It's not that he's nitpicking, in fact, Severus doesn't think that restoring Remus's exterior to a human form is a success in suppressing the werewolf virus. As long as it is a little different from a normal human, his potion is not considered successful.

As a result, poor Remus had a tube of blood taken from Severus. After that, until dawn, Severus had to draw a tube of blood every hour.