Snape looked back at Harry, and their eyes briefly met, Harry hurriedly lowered his gaze to look at his potion, which had now condensed into a filthy one, emitting a nasal smell of burnt rubber.

"Zero again, Potter." Snape said viciously, and with a flick of his wand cleared Harry's cauldron, "You write me an article on the correct preparation of this potion, note what you did wrong and why you were wrong, and hand it in in the next class, do you understand?" ”

"Understood." Harry said angrily.

The second lesson of the morning was divination, and the weather had begun to turn gloomy, and dark clouds hung over Hogwarts Castle, and Augustus and Malfurlilian walked on the spiral staircase of the ascending, through the ancient walls and windows, and a biting cold wind howled through the ancient walls.

"It's always the rainy season at this time, and once it starts, it lasts for a long time." Lilian looked out the staircase window at the gloomy sky, feeling a little pity.

Malfoy was paying attention to the Harry trio downstairs, and it had to be said that Draco's sense of smell for Harry was really amazing, as long as they were no more than a kilometer apart, they could always find Harry's exact location at the first time, not so much an induction, but a narrow road.

"Hogwarts is located in the north of London, England, and under the influence of London, it is not uncommon for rainy days to last a long time this season. In fact, rainy days are very suitable for the cultivation of water element and thunder element mages, abundant elemental spirits, at this time are extremely active, using natural factors, as a shortcut to cultivation, is a basic method that a magician must master. Augustus stretched out his white palm, and the dull thunder outside the window turned into miniature blue arcs, shining and dancing on the slender palm.

"Mr. Augustus also has a knack for lightning magic?" A hint of surprise flashed in Lilian's crimson pupils.

"Slightly accomplished." Augustus nodded and said lightly.

Pushing open the old wooden door and entering the divination classroom, the room was quite warm, but the smell of perfume that permeated the room was indeed a little annoying.

Professor Trelawney is also handing out textbooks for the Dream Interpretation Guide. Apparently she wasn't in a good mood today, she threw a copy of the Dream Interpretation Guide on Augustus and Lillian's desk, strode away with a pout, and threw the next Dream Interpretation Guide at Seamus and Dean, almost hitting Seamus's head, and shoved the last one onto Neville's chest, pushing him off the stool.

"Haha, it seems that her previous methods against Umbridge didn't work," Malfoy snickered gloatingly, "I guess I received the results of the investigation." ”

Augustus shook his head slightly, and from a personal point of view, he valued Professor Trelawney more, so he helped her by the way. Unfortunately, Umbridge doesn't seem to care much about these mysterious phenomena, so he may have done him a disservice.

"Alright, let's get started!" Professor Trelawney exclaimed, his voice a little hysterical, "You know what to do! Am I teaching so badly that you haven't learned to open the textbook? ”

Seeing the essence through appearances is a principle that prophecy must master. In essence, although magic and technology seem to be quite different, they are basically explanations and elaborations of the elements of the world, so that it is almost completely impossible for a magician and a scientist to do the occult that requires feeling and speculation.

Professor Trelawney hurried back to his high-backed faculty chair, tears of anger in his lens-magnified eyes.

"Professor?" Parvatipetil whispered (she and Lavender had always admired Professor Trelawney), "Professor, what's—isn't it?" ”

"That's not right!" Professor Trelawney cried out, her voice trembling with excitement, "Slander for no reason! Innuendo! Compassion for the signs of death! ”

"Who does she think she is!" Trelawney's thin shoulders trembled slightly, and her lips were already a little blue, "As the great-great-grandson of the Great Prophet, he will create an illusion to deceive these mortal beings?!" ”

"Those in power!" Professor Trelawney said in a dramatic, low, trembling voice, "Of course, we prophets are always feared, always persecuted?? Is this - alas - our life?? ”

She pulled a small embroidered handkerchief from her sleeve and blew her nose vigorously like the peeves' babbling. Ron laughed secretly. Lavender glared at him with disdain.

In the first class of the afternoon, the long-dreary sky finally began to pour rain, and the dense columns of rain knocked on the windows of the Charms classroom.

"Tomorrow is the time for the first training camp," Lillian looked at the frog on the table, boredly poking her wand lightly, "Mr. Augustus, have you decided on a location?" It's in the Room of Request! ”

Augustus pointed to the crow in front of him and said casually, "Silent." The crow stopped chirping.

"Very well, Mr. Augustus!" Professor Flitwick said in a shrill voice, "Slytheringa is ten, always the first time. ”

Augustus nodded lightly and said in a low voice, "There are two places to choose from, and I'm still considering it." ”

"Mr. Augustus, are you sure you want to hand over those Mudblood elemental magic?" Malfoy looked at Augustus with some concern, the reason why he could be powerful was that the elemental magic that was only in their possession had always worked, if Harry and the three of them also learned, with his current realm, once they caught up with him, the advantage in his hands would be gone! "Silent!"

The big ugly crow in front of him croaked mockingly.

"Silently! Silent! Malfoy waved angrily.

The crow crowed louder.

"All along, among you, except for Lillian as a girl, you and Lokisol are too far apart in the magical realm." Augustus's face was slightly cold, "There is a huge talent gap, and you have no ambition at all." Nowadays, it is not a good thing for you to have outsiders join you. Whether to watch the outsiders surpass you one by one, or to change from today, as the master of your own destiny, you think it out for yourself. ”

Malfoy watched the rain drifting out of the window, slightly confused, and the crows on the table still laughed at him. The inky black sky, the thick clouds hanging high in the sky, are like the vague future and destiny that cannot be seen. Either way, perhaps, it's time for something to change. Malfoy thought silently.