Rove didn't know how long Sirius and Snape had been scolding, but both of them were a little hoarse during class on Monday anyway.

If it's just one person who has a problem with his voice, the little wizards will feel that they are tired from teaching at most, but at the same time, there is a problem...... I can't help but think of it for no reason.

Considering the unusual behavior of Snape and Sirius on the night of school, rumors soon spread that the two had stabbed each other in the throat in private.

As for what was stabbed, it's not very clear, anyway, in the CP texts circulating at Hogwarts about the two people, there are all kinds of weapons, and the locations are not limited to offices, classrooms, medicine storage rooms and ...... Crucible.

The most plain plot will make people blush after watching it.

Snape had his eyes on Rove, after all, Rove was the first wizard other than the Dark Lord to dare to call him a fool to his face.

So Rove officially surpassed Harry and enjoyed the supreme palace treatment of Potions class.

Tasting Neville and Hannah's "poison" was just an appetizer, and Snape would personally inscribe the medicine himself in order to avoid the detoxifying effects of the dung stones.

It's a pity that Rove was prepared, and he used a smoky way to prostitute a lot of tears from Fox.

He took some of them every class, and each time he was unharmed, making Snape a little suspicious of his life, thinking that the poison he had prepared had expired.

It shouldn't be...... He drugged Potter and Wes in Gryffindor's class, and every time it worked.

The news of Filch's office being burglarized quickly spread throughout Hogwarts, and in order to avoid panic, the school did not mention Peter Pettigrew.

The students speculated about the killer.

The Wesley twins, who are still looking for Boggart, have inexplicably become the backstabbers.

They do want to infiltrate Filch's office, after all, there are too many forbidden items stored there, so to speak, the ultimate Gensokyo and One Piece.

But this time it's really not them!

The two often let others carry the black pot, and this time they can be regarded as tasting the bitterness of being wronged.

As we entered October, Professor Trelawney's Divination class became the most popular class at Hogwarts.

Many students who did not choose her course came to skip the class.

It's not that everyone really likes divination, but most of them are fun-loving people who want to see when Trelawney's prediction of her death will come true.

Trelawney has been in the industry for twelve years, and she can be considered experienced, but with so many students squeezed into each class, it was really Snape who gave Gryffindor extra points...... It's unprecedented.

She even produced me on fire...... The illusion that my talent was being recognized by the students.

The first thing Professor Trelawney did after a drastic change in self-perception was to write a request for a salary increase to Professor Dumbledore.

She has worked hard for twelve years, trained so many excellent soothsayers for the wizarding world, and now has so many students who have missed classes...... It's time for a salary increase, right?

Of course, this request was coldly rejected by the Vice-Chancellor, Professor McGonagall.

As a result, an angry Professor Trelawney shifted the notice of her death from her students to Professor McGonagall in class in October.

During the class, Rove and Neville were exchanging teacups, predicting each other's good fortune, when they saw Professor Trelawney holding a crystal ball, suddenly convulsing and letting out a few screams.

"Here we go again." Rove whispered, "How many times has this class been?" ”

Neville looked down at the notebook and said, "Fourth." ”

Trelawney had an average of 4.5 twitches, screamed six times, and prophesied death every class.

If her prophecy had come true every time, Hogwarts would have been empty by now.

When will she be able to prostitute her true prophecy in vain?

Rove sighed.

Hannah, on the side, looked at Trelawney with reverence on her face, she and Susan were now Professor Trelawney's little fan sisters.

During the first lesson, Trelawney told Hannah to be careful of the brunette man, who had already been identified by Hannah as Professor Snape.

"Professor Trelawney, do you see anything?" Hannah asked cautiously.

"I see a terrible future." Professor Trelawney said in the most ambiguous and distant voice:

"My dear, that omen strode toward school...... Getting closer...... That thing...... It's going to happen! ”

"What's the matter, Professor?" Hannah couldn't help but ask.

Professor Trelawney's big eyes opened dramatically.

"A lion...... A fierce adult lion...... Will be ...... before Halloween Died tragically on the Gryffindor Tower......"

Quite a few students took a breath.

"Professor, adult lion...... Wouldn't you be talking about Professor McGonagall? Susan asked.

"I wish it wasn't her, but ......," Professor Trelawney sighed and sat down in his chair and covered his face.

Justin looked hard, staring at the crystal ball, and he raised his hand and said:

"Professor, I don't see anything."

"Kid, looking at a crystal ball is a very delicate art." Professor Trelawney shook his head and sighed, "You haven't learned this art yet, and you certainly can't spy on this unfathomable sphere. ”

"Professor Trelawney, when will your last prophecy of your death come true?" McMillan hurriedly dismantled the road.

"Oh, that thing? I told you, healers don't heal themselves...... Diviners also don't give themselves divination. Professor Trelawney's voice fluttered:

"The result of divination for oneself is to receive a warning, not a true prophecy."

Professor Trelawney's explanation was obviously not convincing, but she had already said in Mohu's voice:

"I guess that's all for today's lesson, please pack your things...... By the way, Professor McGonagall is reminded to be careful...... What she fears, it will happen before Halloween. ”

The class silently returned the teacup to Professor Trelawney, closed the book, packed up the bag, and left the classroom.

The Hufflepuff students left the North Tower and walked towards the Transfiguration classroom, where they hurried to the classroom just as the class was about to start.

By this time, the Ravenclaw students had arrived.

Shirley sat in the first row, flipping through her textbooks, and Rove sat down next to her.

The ponytail girl glanced at the Hufflepuff student with a strange atmosphere and asked in a low voice, "What happened?" ”

"Just now in the divination class, Professor Trelawney prophesied that a lion would die in the Gryffindor Tower before Halloween." Rove shrugged, "She also hinted that it was Professor McGonagall. ”

Shirley raised her eyebrows, she chose arithmetic divination, not a divination class, but she had also heard of Trelawney's name.

The rest of the class kept casting sneaky glances at Professor McGonagall, as if she was going to fall to the ground and die at any moment.

Professor McGonagall also felt the strange eyes of the students, and she frowned, "What's wrong?" ”

Hannah raised her hand and said, "Professor, we just had a divination class, and Professor Trelawney said to ...... before Halloween."

"Ah, of course," Professor McGonagall snorted softly, "there's no need to go on, Miss Abbot, tell me who Professor Trelawney has just predicted who will die before Halloween?" ”

Everyone stared at Professor McGonagall.

"Oh, is it my turn this time?" Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and said in a mocking tone:

"I don't want to speak ill of my colleagues, but I must say that divination is one of the most inaccurate subjects in magic, and to tell you the truth, I'm the least patient with it.

Very few people can really foresee the future, and Professor Trelawney ......"

Professor McGonagall didn't say the word "liar", but the meaning was clear.

"I'm more concerned about the progress of your class than I am worried about my safety.

Speaking of Halloween, I have to remind you that the first Hogsmeade weekend was on Halloween. ”

Professor McGonagall said cheerfully:

"You should prepare the application form in advance and give it to your respective dean. If you don't turn in the form, don't go to Hogsmeade. So, don't forget! ”

Neville suddenly looked horrified, "Oh no, I...... I think I lost my watch......"

"Your grandmother sent me the watch directly, Mr. Longbottom, and she thinks it's safer." Professor McGonagall blinked:

"I didn't think so, I thought you were so old, but now it seems that your grandmother knows you better."

The students burst out laughing.

Shirley looked up at the window and pursed her lips slightly.

Knowing that the ponytailed girl had returned to the monastery during the summer vacation and had not received a signature, Rove comforted:

"It's okay, I can pretend to be your abbot's handwriting and sign the application form for you."

"Watch out for Professor Flitwick." Shirley lowered her voice.

"He doesn't know your dean's words." Rove said indifferently: "Otherwise, if I sign my grandfather's name, I will be the most like, and I will definitely not be considered a fake." ”

"Your grandfather's name?" Shirley raised her eyebrows, she turned her head to stare at Rove and said:

"Mr. Scamander is your grandfather, not my grandfather, so what's the matter with signing my application form?"

"It could be your grandfather, too." Rove grinned and said, "A temporary cameo, he definitely doesn't mind." ”

Shirley rested her elbows on the table, dragging her hot cheeks, and she tilted her head and smiled at the boy.

Professor McGonagall stood on the podium, speechless, though she was not Dean Ravenclaw, but she was also Vice Chancellor.

When the two of you are talking about signing on behalf of you, can you avoid someone...... It's too arrogant.

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