Everyone stared at her. "Me." Finally, Yolanda said, "My loved one, Professor Trelawney, said she saw Wendigo in my teacup. ”

As she spoke, Yolanda met Professor McGonagall in the eye.

Professor McGonagall couldn't dodge, and was distraught by Yolanda's direct gaze, so she could only hurriedly say perfunctorily, "Trelawney likes to predict other people's deaths the most." Now it seems that anticipating the signs of death is her favorite way of welcoming new classes. Okay, let's go to class. ”

Professor McGonagall was so flustered in the class that anyone could tell that she seemed to be thinking about something else, and that her forehead was covered in sweat.

After class, the students slowly walked out of the classroom, Lily, Sevrous and Reglous had classes after them, so they all hurriedly packed up their things and left quickly, but Yolanda seemed to be thinking about something, sitting alone at the back of the classroom, idly spinning the quill in her hand.

Professor McGonagall had packed her things and was about to leave, but as she reached the door, she couldn't help but glance back at Yolanda.

I saw Yolanda sitting alone in the classroom, holding her chin with one hand and not knowing what she was thinking, and the other hand seemed to be unconsciously turning a white quill pen, a small hand as white as jade, the fingers were very slender, and she kept turning a white quill pen, which looked like a work of art dancing on her fingertips.

Slowly, Professor McGonagall's eyes were drawn to the quill in Yolanda's hand, and she noticed that Yolanda rotated the quill very regularly, first clockwise, one, two, three, four, five; Then turn counterclockwise, one, two, three, four, five•••••••gradually, Professor McGonagall felt that her head was starting to feel a little drowsy, and her consciousness had begun to get out of control, so she couldn't help but lean on the chair next to her, and rested with her head.

By the time she came to her senses, she was alone in the large classroom, and Professor McGonagall didn't take it to heart, she remembered that she was so tired that she leaned back in her chair and took a nap, not at all recalling, and the last scene in front of her before she fell asleep was the quill in Yolanda's hand.

On the other side, Yolanda, who had already walked out of the classroom, smiled secretly at the corner of her mouth, an experienced magician has such a problem, she is completely unguarded in a field she has never set foot in, she really didn't expect that such a simple little trick would be so light.

Fortunately, it seems that no one in the wizarding world has discovered this trick yet, this time it is Minerva•McGonagall, then next time, it will be Slughorn!

After dinner, on the way back to the dormitory, Sevrous glanced meaningfully at Yolanda, and then walked into the boys' dormitory.

"What's the matter?"

Near midnight, Yolanda appeared in the doorway, dressed in a black robe.

"Yolanda, I'm worried that something happened to my mother."

Sevrous frowned.

"How do you know something happened to Mrs. Snape? Is it based on Professor Trelawney's prophecy alone? ”

Yolanda smiled disdainfully.

"She didn't take the wrong cup in the divination class, and that cup was mine."