"Cousin."

A female voice rang in Louis's ears.

Louis turned his head to see that it was his distant cousin, Elizabeth of the Gloucester family.

(Alliance leader Luminus Imprint's character card)

A little embarrassed, he didn't pay attention to the sorting ceremony just now, and he didn't even know when his cousin was divided and which college he went to.

Catherine saw Louis's embarrassment and preemptively said, "Welcome to Slytherin."

"Are you my cousin's girlfriend?" Yin Lizabeth looked Catherine up and down, stretched out her right hand, and smiled very reservedly: "I'm Yin Lizabeth Gloucester, it's nice to meet you."

"Catherine Worley." Catherine also held Yin Lizabeth's small hand.

Louis endured for a moment, holding back the phrase "Why did you come to Hogwarts", he remembered that his aunt had called him before, saying that Elizabeth, the little of the Gloucester family, had received the acceptance letter.

He forgot about this matter to death, and it should be said that he is really a little scumbag, and he has to forget something important during the holidays of every semester.

"Well, do you like the environment here?" Louis began to make amends, trying to redeem his image in his sister's heart.

The young Yin Lizabeth did not notice the fact that her cousin had forgotten about herself, she looked at Dumbledore at the guest of honor, and then at the students of the four colleges, and said with a smile, "It's okay, it's quite fresh...... At least not as boring as Muggle schools."

"Yes." Louis said, secretly giving his sister an identification.

Talents: Charms (9), Potions (6), Transfiguration (10), Dark Arts (10), Defence Against the Dark Arts (10), Flying (17), Herbology (4), Divination (8).

Louis looked at his sister's measurements...... No, it's the attributes, and I think Slytherin Quidditch is saved.

At least the Gryffindor dynasty, ruled by Harry, seems to be shaky.

"Lilibe." Louis said, "Have you ever heard of Quidditch?"

"Quidditch?" Yin Lizabeth tilted her head to think about it, shook her head and denied, "I haven't heard of it."

Louis didn't know his distant cousin very well, so he could only smile and say, "Well, I'll go and see it when the Quidditch matches come in a few days."

"Competition?" Yin Lizabeth's eyes lit up with flames: "Is it a sports competition? It's like football or basketball, right?"

As he spoke, he looked at his good cousin with a wistful expression.

"Well, maybe more savage than these two." Louis said a little embarrassed, in order not to scare his sister out of trouble, he could only try his best to go back: "It's just riding on a broomstick, it's very exciting......

"Broomsticks! Cool!" Yin Lizabeth clenched her hands into fists, as if she was already imagining her heroic posture soaring in the blue sky.

Her voice was quite loud, attracting the attention of the students around her.

"Marcus." When Louis saw the big bucktooth (Aunt Rowling's ug), he patted his sister on the shoulder and introduced Marcus, "This is my sister, Elizabeth Gloucester, who is a very talented Seeker."

Where does Marcus dare to ask how do you know, His Highness's orders are holy decrees, just do it.

"Okay, Your Highness, tomorrow we will take Lady Gloucester to special training."

He has already thought about it, anyway, it is His Royal Highness's sister, His Royal Highness is so powerful, and his sister must also be talented.

Louis thought about it, and then said, "Let's use Draco's broomstick first, I don't think you bought a broom, did you?"

Draco heard his name, turned his head to look, and absentmindedly turned back to the food in front of him.

Harry and Ron also heard the conversation, and Harry's boy smiled and greeted, "Hello, Louis's sister, my name is Harry Potter, if you don't have a broomstick, you can use my light wheel for 2000 ...... for the time being."

Elizabeth smiled politely and said to Louis, "No need

…… Louis, I saw that firebolt at the broomstick shop before, so I ordered one, and it should be there tomorrow, right?"

At that, Harry's heart jumped.

"Oh?" Louis was interested: "How much did it cost? I know that old fellow Richard, he's old Grande, and it's harder to get some money out of him than it is to get some money out of him, so you're going to make him angry again......

"Dad isn't as picky as you say!" Yin Lizabeth snorted, "I bought it with pocket money, it's not expensive, it's less than 30,000 pounds, your things in the wizarding world are really cheap......

"Thirty thousand pounds? How many Galleons is that?" Ron asked stupidly, he didn't know the purchasing power of the pound as a purely magical family.

"More than five thousand Galleons, it's almost a month's living expenses...... Yin Lizabeth looked indifferent, anyway, I'll ask my father for it after spending it.

For her, who has a little bit of a solid family background, money is a thing that blows in the wind.

For a moment, Harry didn't want to struggle, and the words like a rich woman were hungry and hungry almost popped out of his mouth.

But fortunately, he had a little bit of Ginny in his heart, and he didn't lose his temper too much.

He and Brother Ron returned to their seats in ashes, who are they...... It's too extravagant!

It was customary for Dumbledore to sing the Hogwarts school song before the feast was over. Students from the other three houses who had been baptized by Lomayarle last year were looking forward to what Slytherin would do this year.

didn't disappoint everyone, this year was suddenly sudden.

Use it is self-defeating...... Oh no, it's the tune of the unbreakable Covenant.

The whole classmates wanted to shout Ulla.

After the school song was sung, the students walked to their respective houses under the leadership of their prefects.

Louis didn't rush back to his office, he told Catherine and Christassa to go back and clean up the house first, while he followed the prefect to the Slitrin's common room.

According to the custom, he had to lecture the freshmen, which was also a rule.

"I won't say more." Louis didn't have the incriminating stink of some people talking about it, and he simply said, "Slytherin is a collective, and I want everyone to stick together."

"It's okay to pull the mountain, students, but don't go too far."

By the way, he briefly introduced his cousin Yin Lizabeth of the Gloucester family to the students, and he felt a little like he wanted to play power with Yin Lizabeth.

Your own family, you can't be cheaper than outsiders, can you?

The classmates looked at the harmless Yin Lizabeth, and no one dared to underestimate her, who knew what strange magic Louis had taught her?

Of course, all this is not without a price, the price is that Yin Lizabeth has to undergo intensive training every day, first Ron and Harry take her to the Room of Requirement for training, and then plug the mirror world to strengthen it when the practice is almost done.

As the sister of the king of volumes, don't you roll up in this river?

This is in the Ganges.

The next morning, Louis woke up early in the morning, there was no Defence Against the Dark Arts class today, and he didn't take many classes, so it was leisure. The first was a nine-o'clock divination class, taught by Professor Sybil Trelawney, one of Hogwarts' most famous masters.

"I need to warn you that Professor Trelawney is a bit of a chatter." Catherine forked a roasted tomato for Louis: "You need to eat more vegetables so that you can be healthy."

"I realized that I don't get fat by eating anything, so let's eat some meat." Louis said, forking the roasted tomato back into Catherine's plate.

Catherine, of course, didn't, and she said with some embarrassment, "What you eat is a matter of ...... Anyway, you are not allowed to eat meat, but it tastes better when you eat more vegetables!"

Louis was stunned for a moment, and then understood the car that Catherine was driving.

He accepted the roasted tomato with a smile, forget it, and serve the people.

Eat more vegetables

It's actually pretty good.

The divination class is on the roof of the North Tower, and it takes about seven or eight minutes to walk from the office on the third floor, but Hogwarts Castle is actually quite large.

For a road idiot like Louis, it was a difficult thing to get from the third floor to the North Tower, but fortunately, Christasza volunteered to stand up, which relieved him of the road idiot crisis.

When I walked to the eighth floor, I also came across a huge painting of a vast prairie.

"I don't like grasslands." Louis admired the painting in front of him and commented, "Somewhere, the prairie is a less ...... Well, not a good analogy."

"Huh?" Christasza didn't understand what Louis was saying, maybe she didn't listen at all, and struggled with the twisted candy in her hand.

Louis knew what the character of the dragon maid was, and he didn't dig deeper, and continued down the corridor, where a narrow spiral staircase was in front of him.

"It's here, I'll go back to my master first." Christasza didn't give Louis a chance to refuse, and returned to his office on the third floor in a flash.

Climbing the last few stairs, Louis ascended to a small platform, where most of the people who had signed up for the divination class were there, and there was no one on the staircase, and when he looked around, there was a round trapdoor in the ceiling, and there was a bronze plaque on the door.

It reads, "Sybil Trelawney, Divination Teacher."

"Let us in, Professor Trelawney." Louis said softly.

As if in answer to him, the trapdoor suddenly opened, and a silver ladder appeared in front of him.

Climbing up the ladder, he came to a very strange classroom—not actually a classroom at all, more like a mixture of a Chinese attic and an English teahouse, with at least twenty small round tables crammed into it. Each table was surrounded by Indian calico armchairs and bulging cushions, curtains drawn to block the intrusion of sunlight, the classroom was excessively warm, the fireplace was full, and a large copper kettle was burning on the fire, from which an indescribable fragrance emanated.

The circular walls were surrounded by shelves filled with gray feathers, candle heads, worn playing cards, copper coins of Gusiris, tortoise shells, yarrow, countless silver crystal balls, and a large pile of tea sets.

Suddenly a voice came from the shadows, a soft and moky voice, and when you heard it, it was an old god.

"Welcome......" the voice said, "It's good to see you in the visible world at last."

Louis was really afraid that she would say that she wanted to be vicious, and the ocean was a piece of the ocean.

Professor Trelawney stepped out of the shadows, her very thin stature, and her large glasses took up half of her face, which were about the thickness of the bottom of a wine bottle, and enlarged her eyes a little.

She wore a shimmering shawl like a light and transparent saron, a lot of necklaces and beads hanging from her slender and thin neck, and various bracelets and rings on her arms, and it was obvious that each trinket was not the same style.

The different styles here are not just different, but each one can be seen at a glance and is clearly not the product of the same civilization.

"Sit, my children, sit." Professor Trelawney said, and the students climbed into their chairs or sank into the bulging cushions.

Louis and Draco sat around a small table, and the Harry trio looked at each other and walked over to sit with them.

Seeing Harry coming, Draco smiled crookedly and looked up.

loaded.

An angry Harry almost stepped on him.

"Welcome to the divination class," said Professor Trelawney, who sat down in a winged armchair in front of the fireplace, "I'm Professor Trelawney, and you may not have seen me before, because my life and the material world may not really communicate with each other."

What's up? Are you okay chatting with Cthulhu?

"Since you've chosen a divination class." After Professor Trelawney said this, he began to arrange the shawl, and the students were afraid to come out, so they watched Professor Trelawney fiddle with it in detail for a long time before raising his head and continuing

"I must warn you at the outset that this is the most difficult course in all magical arts, and if you don't have the 'Vision', then there is very little I can teach you, and in this regard, books can only take you so far."

Professor Trelawney said, gesturing his hand at a tiny, tiny distance.

After hearing this, all four people at the table focused their eyes on Hermione's face, and Hermione was also a little flustered, she looked surprised to hear that the books in this class were not very useful.

"Many witches and wizards, despite their genius at making loud crashes, scents, and sudden invisibility, are unable to see through the fog." Professor Trelawney continued, a glint flashing across the lenses of her glasses under the bottle, "It's a talent that only a handful of people can possess, you, boy."

She suddenly said to Neville, "Is your grandma okay?"

Neville was so frightened that he nearly rolled off his seat. He replied tremblingly, "I think it's okay?"

"If I were you, I wouldn't be so sure." Professor Trelawney said, and the light of the fire began to dance on her earrings, adding to the mysterious aura of the magic stick.