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"Well, I don't really understand this, in fact, I'm just standing here alive." Chen Ping spread his hands and said with an innocent expression.

"Hahahehe." Chen Ping clearly heard a few chuckles ringing around him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that it was Ron, and there was a little fat man named Neville.

"Actually, you're not mistaken, but you shouldn't say it." With some sympathy in his heart, Chen Ping stretched out his hand and pulled poor Professor Trelawney up.

"Oh, thank you, but be careful, I really feel the shadow of death hanging over you." Professor Trelawney, who was a little embarrassed, said.

"Oh my name, this woman is hopeless." Chen Ping struggled to keep the smile on his face and thanked her for her advice.

"Che, that's what she said to me last time. According to rumors, she has to predict the death of a student every year. He sat back in his seat, and the voice behind him was Harry Potter.

He turned slightly and gave a friendly smile back, which pleased Harry a little, and he whispered to Chen Ping about Trelawney's prediction that he would die last year.

"Hehe, the professor is right, prophecy is the most difficult subject in the wizarding world to master. But I don't understand why she said more about the results of her prophecy than the gist of the prophecy. Chen Ping replied.

"Liang, I think you must have been born under the light of Saturn."

As Chen Ping and Harry whispered, Trelawney talked about the influence of the stars on his personality, and then she suddenly pointed to Chen Ping's name.

"Oh, can you explain? Professor. Chen Ping asked with some curiosity.

"Lonely, deep, ascetic, I see this in you, I think, you should have been born in March."

"Poof" Chen Ping's originally excited expression suddenly collapsed.

"Professor, I'd love to say you're not mistaken, but I was born in September." He said helplessly.

"Oh, I was wrong, I forgot that September was too." Trelawney gave a look of annoyance, like an explanation, more like talking to herself.

"This person does have a little prophetic ability, but she really doesn't know how to use her power correctly, and she has too little contact with the world, and her brain is a bit funny." Chen Ping's face turned a little green, in his opinion, this old woman was like a child with a gun, who wanted to show off her abilities, but always made a fool of herself. But the gun was pointed at him at this time, and it could go off at any moment, which made him really not funny at all.

"Uh, Professor, I have a Jianyì." He raised his hand, interrupting the next prophecy that Trelawney wanted to make to him.

"Well, I think you should explain the principle of astrological prophecy, such as how you find the thread of each person's fate from the intricate textures of light. I'm very interested in this. ”

"Very good question, Ravenclaw plus 1o points." With Harry and Ron's expressions of astonishment, Trelawney began to explain the principles of astrology and the meaning of each phenomenon. Until the end of class, the divination professor was talking so much that he forgot to assign his homework.

After the class bell rang, unlike the other students who cheered and left, Chen Ping stayed and asked a lot of questions, most of which were related to the class that day. So much so that when he walked down the tower, it was already time to eat.

"Hi, good." Walking through the door of the restaurant, a clear girl's voice stopped him.

"Oh, it's Hermione, what's wrong?" Chen Ping stopped and said.

"Listen to Harry, you went to a divination class, and Professor Trelawney said you were going to die?"

"Is there such a thing, I didn't see you going to that class, are you not interested in divination?" Chen Ping nodded, acknowledging the matter.

"Don't worry, that woman loves to use death signs to get students' attention, she does it every year, but never says yes." Hermione said with a somewhat reassuring tone.

"What, oh, thank you." Chen Ping understood her intentions, this girl actually came to comfort him.

"It's nothing, in fact, the rule between prophecy and fact, is not so simple. I am interested in the method of prophecy, not in the conclusion of prophecy. If someone predicts that I will die, I will die, I don't know how many times I have died. Chen Ping said helplessly.

Hermione laughed, "Sounds like you're familiar with prophecy spells, but I still don't believe in those things very much, and mathematical divination is a little more credible in comparison." ”

Chen Ping smiled, Hermione was half right, he was most familiar with the effects of prophecy spells, just as the people who knew themselves best were usually enemies. But because of his identity, he only knows how to fight against prophecy spells, but he is not good at using them.

"Uh, your friend seems to have gotten into an argument." Hearing the commotion coming from front and Ron's loud voice, Chen Ping pointed to the front.

"Oh, it's Malf, that nasty fellow." Hermione snorted and stepped forward.

"Malf, oh, the guy in the car who said he wanted to go to Durmstrang." Chen Ping remembered a somewhat arrogant face and said.

Chen Ping didn't understand the long-term feud between Harry's trio and Malf, he just saw this golden-headed kid holding a copy of the "Prophet's Daily" and mocking Ron's mother's fat body on it, which made Chen Ping's face a little ugly.

"Oh, by the way, you lived with the family this summer, didn't you, Potter?"

Malf sneered: "Then tell me that his mother is really that fat, or does she just look fat in this photo"

"Do you know what your mom is like? Malf? Harry said - he was grabbing the back of Ron's shirt to stop him from lunging at Malf - "Her expression was like a pile of under her nose?" Is she the same as she is? Or is it just with you? ”

Malf's pale face flushed with pink. "How dare you scold my mother?"

"Then shut your foul mouth."

Harry said, turning to leave, but he didn't see Malf behind him pull out his wand.

"Harry, watch out." Hermione hurriedly reminded.

"The armor is heavy." Quicker than she was Chen Ping, who almost pulled out his wand and completed the spell on Harry.

"Bah" Harry felt a heat behind him, as if he had been pushed, and staggered forward, but still stood still, and the iron armor spell shone clearly on his body.

"Bah" Harry suddenly realized what had happened, and before he could draw his wand and fight back. A flash of red light flashed behind him, already shooting at Malf's body, knocking his wand out of his hand.

"Except for your weapon disarm"

Chen Ping took two steps forward and walked to Harry's side, grabbing Malf's wand.

"Hawthorn wood, the core of a unicorn cane, just ten inches long, I'm not wrong." Looking at Malf's frightened and angry face, he spun his wand in his hand.

"I remember at Olympandre, this wand was worth two hundred and fifty sailing coins, which is a good number for you." He smiled faintly.

"Give me my wand, or my dad won't let you go?" Malve's face turned blue and turned pale for a while.

"Who is your father, is it Li Gang?" Chen Ping remembered an incident he had heard Zheng Zha mention not long ago, and said gloomily.

"Phew"

Then a loud bang was heard, and Malf was gone, and where he had been, a fluffy sable whirled in terror.

"Professor Modi" Chen Ping put down his wand and saluted, and everyone saw Professor Modi limping down the stairs, holding his wand in his hand.

"I've seen it all just now, you're doing a great job, but it's not enough." He huffed and walked towards the little sable, pointing his wand at him.

"Ah......" Kleber, Goyle, and the little sable saw him approaching, turned and ran back.

"I don't like people who attack people behind their backs." Modi waved his wand, and the little sable leaped high, a full ten feet high, before falling to the ground, squeaking and screaming.

"I hate to threaten other people's landlords with their parents' positions of power." Modi roared, and the little sable kept bouncing, jumping higher and higher.

"Cowardly, mean, obnoxious practice."

The sable flies in the air, its legs and tail waving helplessly.

"Don't do it again!" Modi said word for word, and the sable dropped him hard, and then bounced into the air.

"Merlin, Professor Modi, what are you doing?"

"Teaching." Modi said.

"Teach-Modi, is that a student?" Professor McConaughey screamed, and the book in his hand fell to the ground.

"Yes." Modi said.

"Don't do that!" Professor McConaughey exclaimed. She ran down the stairs and pulled out her wand. A quarter of an hour later, with a loud sound, Jie Gao. Marff reverted to his original form, curled up in a ball and lay on the floor, his golden head covering his bright but pale face. He stood up and flinched back.

(This is the most wonderful paragraph in the original book, quote, incidentally, this is also the reason why Chen Ping didn't debunk this fake Modi, he likes this practice, and he doesn't care if Modi is true or not.) ）

"Oh, that's amazing." Ron yelled, "Don't talk to me, I'm going to keep this scene in my mind, Jago-Marf, that bouncing little sable." ”

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