Ancient wizards return to Hogwarts

The power of destiny.

Les thought he would never have the chance to deal with it in his life, but today he felt its power again in an ordinary divination class.

Is it because of that stone? Les narrowed his eyes.

As the four people who were transported to a parallel world line by the wishing stone, Les and the others were inevitably contaminated with the energy of the wishing stone, even if it was passive.

As the fire that brings magic to the earth, the power of wishing stones is beyond imagination. Just a hint of breath is enough to bring the power of prophecy.

‘Isn’t this a different kind of taking the star stone? ’ While staring at the smoke in a daze, an idea flashed through Les’s mind.

Then he shook his head: I didn't expect that in the twentieth century, there would still be people who could gain magic power by taking star stones.

Most magic can be acquired through acquired learning. Even if it's magic flow and fields, as long as you have enough talent or work hard enough, you can always gain from learning.

But there are also some types of magic that are innate and cannot be bridged by acquired efforts, such as prophecy.

In the face of real prophets, the lifelong efforts of prophets and soothsayers look like a joke.

Now Rice feels like he may have "stealed" a sliver of the prophet's power.

The moment the smoke rose from Rice's stove, Professor Trelawney turned around, a look of confusion flashing across her face.

She just seemed to feel a slight fluctuation in the world. According to the Trelawney family, it was a reminder brought to her by the "Third Eye".

Thinking of the Third Eye, a hint of sadness appeared in Professor Trelawney's eyes.

Third eye, third eye, huh...

If only I really had the Third Eye, why would I have to suffer from the wanderings in the first half of my life and the fear in the second half of my life?

Trelawney knew that she actually had no real skills. What she relied on for a living was not her "Third Eye" but her "tongue".

According to her original plan, she did not want to have any interaction with that Les Lint during this class. Being able to use "death and rebirth" to fool that false and lame prophecy was already the limit of her wisdom, and she didn't want to cause any more trouble.

But what just happened at Les's table still had a huge attraction for her, and she couldn't help but walk over.

After all, she is not entirely a liar. She has the blood of the prophet flowing in her veins, and she fought hard to inherit the prophet's career when she was young.

Professor Trelawney walked to Rice's table and waited quietly for the herbs in the small stove to burn to ashes.

When the last spark was extinguished, Les poured the herbal tea he had prepared on the cockatrice's femur that had been blackened by the flames.

The cockatrice is a magical animal with a similar origin to the basilisk. It hatches from a rooster's egg and has the body of a lizard, the head and feathers of a rooster, the wings of a bat, and a second head on its tail. Its gaze can turn enemies to stone, and its bones can be used to reveal the future.

Stirred by the liquid, the animal bones made a burst of crackling sounds, and several cracks of varying lengths appeared on the surface of the bones.

Upon seeing this, Professor Trelawney immediately took out a small brush from her arms, very gently swept away the ashes on the surface of the bone, and then carefully lifted the bone up.

Rice saw a large crack running across the surface of the bone, with three larger cracks and several smaller cracks surrounding it.

It looked nothing out of the ordinary, just like an ordinary roasted bone.

Rice noticed that one of the three secondary cracks seemed to have failed to fully crack because the heating temperature was not enough, giving people the feeling of an abrupt stop.

Trelawney's eyes also fell on the crack, and then she gasped.

Les:…

"Ominous?" he asked tentatively.

Professor Trelawney nodded solemnly.

"Poor child, you have a friend whose life has come to an end..." Professor Trelawney said in a compassionate tone, "Stay with her more and don't make her angry in her last days."

Les lowered his head.

Regarding the prophecy made by Trelawny, he had a rough guess in his mind. Trelawney left contentedly.

She has never forgotten what that little Greengrass girl did to her! Today I took the opportunity to give her a death prophecy to vent my anger.

Within a few steps of walking out, Trelawney regretted it.

Because she was afraid that Daphne Greengrass would rush out to cause trouble for her again after hearing about the prophecy she made.

But she just couldn't control her mouth, she couldn't help but want to make vicious prophecies! It became as natural to her as eating, sleeping, and breathing.

'Calm down, Trelawney, calm down! You are a professor, she is a student, she cannot be unscrupulous...this is Hogwarts! ’ After comforting herself in her heart, Trelawney successfully suppressed the surging emotions in her heart and went to another table to interpret the prophecy.

Astoria narrowed her eyes and her eyebrows gradually rose. After a moment, she spoke, her voice as cold as the winter wind.

"Why can't Professor Trelawney learn a lesson? She has obviously angered my sister severely before, and now she wants to provoke her..."

Astoria really can't understand why some people like to jump repeatedly on the edge of danger so much.

Last year, Professor Trelawney's prediction of Rice's death angered more than one Greengrass. It's just that Astoria is better at controlling her emotions than her sister and can face "emergencies" calmly, but this doesn't mean that she has no opinion of Trelawney in her heart.

However, Professor Trelawney didn't seem to learn a lesson from the fire and magma, and made this kind of death prediction again today.

This made Astoria couldn't help but think: Will Professor Trelawney learn something from it after Hogwarts no longer has the West Tower? For example, the management of the mouth and tongue.

"Don't be impatient. Don't tell your sister about what happened today. The person Professor Trelawney is referring to is not her." Rice's mood is unusually calm.

He can be said to be the one who believes in prophecy and divination the most among the four, so he also has extraordinary patience with Professor Trelawney. More importantly, he really felt the ripples of fate just now, which shows that the reliability of this divination result is extremely high.

"Not my sister? Is it me, or Hermione or Cedric?"

Rice shook his head.

The three cracks do not refer to these children.

"Have you heard of the Trojan War in ancient Greek mythology?" He suddenly asked a question that seemed unrelated to the current topic.

"Of course." Astoria nodded.     Since the ancient Greek gods returned to the world, Greek mythology has become a popular topic. Basically, people who pay attention to current affairs will find time to read it, so as not to suffer losses in this regard in the future.

As the Trojan War accounts for a very large proportion of the content, it will naturally not be missed by Astoria.

"Then you should know Cassandra's prophecy?"

"You mean..." Astoria's face flashed with suspicion.

"Professor Trelawney and Cassandra are the same kind of people. The real prophecy is often hidden under the veil of absurdity."

Astoria's eyebrows twitched.

Really or not? Does Professor Trelawney know that she has such a high status in Rice's heart?

Out of trust in Rice, she feels that she should respect Professor Trelawney's prophecy. But because she had really been with Trelawney for five years, it was difficult for her to put theoretical respect into practice.

"Forget it, let her be. Do you think I should cast a forgetfulness spell on other people? In order to prevent the prophecy just now from reaching my sister's ears." Astoria decided to put everything about Professor Trelawney behind her mind to avoid causing herself too much mental exhaustion.

"A smart move." Les cast an approving look.

The divination class was proceeding in an orderly manner, and other professors were busy with classes. Only Alchemy Professor Helga was meeting with her favorite student in her office.

"Professor, this is the teaching plan I made according to the syllabus you gave me. Do you want to take a look?" Cedric handed a notebook full of words to Helga.

Helga opened the cover, and a bunch of dense small words rushed into her eyes, making her dizzy.

"I won't read it. I believe in your ability." Helga quickly closed the book, returned it to Cedric, and rubbed her eyebrows.

"Write bigger next time."

"Okay." Cedric was ashamed: How could he forget this? But it was a blessing in disguise, he knew what gift to give his teacher for Christmas.

"You will take my place in the next alchemy class."

"Ah?" Cedric was stunned by his teacher's words.

"What's wrong? You can arrange the teaching plan, why can't you teach the class at the same time?"

"But..."

"No buts, I think your ability is enough to bear this burden, you just need a little confidence." Helga pressed her temple, and a hint of fatigue was revealed in her tone.

After returning from the parallel world line, she was busy like a spinning top.

There were too many backlogs of orders, which exhausted her energy.

Now Helga regretted not resigning from her teaching position at Hogwarts during the holidays like Rowena. So she decided to throw the teaching task to Cedric, and he would handle this hot potato. Anyway, Rowena has made a good start. There are not many students in Hogwarts who are qualified to take alchemy classes.

Cedric: ...

The teacher's trust left him speechless.

"Then I will start with the simplest module production?" Cedric still lacked confidence, so he asked Helga tentatively.

Helga nodded and pointed to the teaching plan in Cedric's arms.

"Follow that, you know what to do." While talking to Cedric, she began to deal with the pile of documents on the table as high as a mountain.

"Our graduate students' class time is set on Saturday, and then we have a regular meeting every Sunday morning at 9 o'clock. You can come to my office at any time after 6 o'clock in the evening to 'study by yourself'. You inform Rice of this news."

"Okay." Although Cedric felt that Rice would most likely ignore this message, he would still loyally bring the message to Rice.

Cedric was also confused about Rice becoming a teacher's graduate student. In his opinion, it was a sheer waste to give this quota to Rice, as Rice did not need it at all. In fact, he needed to establish graduate student qualifications.

To put it simply, Cedric believed that Les was no longer on the same level as them. He could be on an equal footing with the teacher, even if he might be a head shorter.

(Helga would be very happy if she could hear what her students are thinking)

Theoretically, the conversation between the two ended here, but Cedric had no intention of leaving.

"Is there anything else?" Helga put down the document in her hand and looked up at her student.

"Teacher, the order for the automatic combat doll..." Cedric hesitated for a long time, then gritted his teeth and said what was in his heart, "Why don't we let go of part of it? Teacher, this is too hard for you."

He took a glance just now and found that most of the documents on the table were related to automatic combat dolls. Either a new order, or a new demand for an old order, or even the price of fault repair and scrap recycling of the doll.

As the evil spirits become more active, the importance of automatic combat dolls is increasing. What followed was an increase in pressure on Helga's shoulders.

Cedric felt that the teacher should give up some orders appropriately. After all, she is no longer young.

"You can't make enough money," he added, trying to make his words more convincing.

"So do you think I'm doing this for those golden galleons that are nothing but shiny?" Helga's calm voice sounded in the office.

"Uh... of course not, I just-" Cedric quickly explained.

"In the beginning, yes." Unexpectedly, Helga admitted it.

"Silly boy, even those so-called true gods will smile for gold and jewelry, how can I be exempt from the vulgarity? Besides, there is an old saying: If you are not a family, you don't know the price of firewood and rice. Hogwarts needs gold."

"Then..." Cedric didn't know what to say. If he continued to persuade him, would it appear that his teacher was too greedy for money?

"But now the situation has changed a little. The original automatic combat dolls were just ornaments in the homes of pure-blood nobles. The significance of the decorations is greater than the actual use, but now they are really used to save lives." Helga sighed, "Each doll has the potential to save one or even multiple lives in the near future."

"Now do you still think I can give up part of the order?"

Cedric was silent.

After a moment, his expression became determined: "I come here with Les every night. He is your graduate student, and it is his obligation to attend classes."

Helga laughed.

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