This Hogwarts is not normal

The last show was performed by the ghost of Gryffindor House—Sir Nicholas de Mimsy Porpington, also known as Nearly Headless Nick.

He pressed his head with both hands and stretched the layer of skin connected to his body.

"Ah——" the girls screamed.

Gryffindors were used to it, but Nick's next move was to throw his head out.

He rolled his eyes, stuck out his tongue, and flew towards the Muggle room where Lavender and Parvati were.

"Help!!!"

After two particularly obvious screams, Nick's head whipped towards the pumpkin next to him.

Neville rolled his eyes upwards and fainted.

Amidst the screams one after another, Nick's head whipped around and around.

Crabbe and Goyle spat out the barely chewed food, and Pansy quickly wiped Draco's stained school robe with a napkin.

Fred and George were not frightened and even made faces.

Astoria hugged her sister Daphne tightly, while Vincent and Hermione whispered comfort to her.

Cedric and Rolf were not frightened either, and even scooped up the pudding in tacit agreement.

Nick, who had been tossed around for who knows how many times, finally pulled his head back.

He shook his head dizzily and bowed to thank him with great excitement.

This is a well-prepared program.

All Gryffindor students know that his greatest wish is to break the skin on his neck.

Although it was not fully realized, it was half achieved.

The performance of the ghosts is over and the dinner continues.

Some people were already eating desserts, while others were still eating the main course, or even didn't eat a bite, just drinking sherry.

Professor Trelawney is a wonderful thing at Hogwarts.

She rarely shows up and doesn't interact with people much except in class.

Although she loves sherry, her drinking capacity cannot be said to be very good.

After two bottles, I was already drunk.

"Oh! My third eye just saw a terrible future!"

Trelawney stumbled out of the pumpkin, raised the bottle high and shook it a few times.

She seemed to want to attract everyone's attention, but unfortunately only the nearby professors looked over.

Mag pursed her lips tightly and stepped forward to help her, "Sybil, the second half has just begun, and you're drunk so quickly?"

"No, I'm not drunk!" Trelawney took a sip of sherry, "Minerva, do you know what I just saw?"

Mag's lips tightened, "Is it a disaster? Or will anyone be in danger?"

"Uh..." Trelawney was stunned for a moment, obviously she was right.

"Come on, I'll ask Bobby to prepare some hangover soup for you."

"I told you I'm not drunk..."

Mag decisively took her away.

He is already talking nonsense, and he is not far away from becoming drunk and crazy.

However, before she had taken a few steps, Trelawney suddenly lowered her head, let go and dropped the sherry she had taken a sip of.

The amber wine spilled on the marble floor, reflecting a pair of particularly dull eyes.

"Sibyl?" McGonagall called softly.

Trelawney did not respond, but her body was trembling slightly.

Dumbledore and Snape stood up suddenly.

Thirteen years ago, Pig Head Bar...

[The man with the energy to conquer the Dark Lord approaches... Born in a family that has defeated the Dark Lord three times... Born at the end of the seventh month...]

Trelawny raised her head very suddenly, her dull eyes not focusing on anywhere.

"Sybil?" McGonagall called softly.

"He...the real Dark Lord..."

Trelawney's voice was so low that only McGonagall could hear it.

Dumbledore and Snape had to hurry over.

They saw Mag's face become increasingly weird, and finally they could only hear the end of the prophecy.

"Overcoming this challenge...he will grow up quickly...and personally destroy the order that the magical world has maintained for thousands of years..."

Trelawney tilted her neck and lay down in Mag's arms.

Dumbledore nodded to her very seriously.

Snape followed them out of the Great Hall with a sullen face.

Teachers and students are very curious about what happened, especially the other protagonist who is the real prophecy.

Vincent frowned and lost interest in the dessert in his hand.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" George shook his shoulders.

"Um...I was thinking about what just happened."

"Old liar?" Fred spread his hands disapprovingly, "I guess he's drunk and talking nonsense."

Vincent rubbed his eyebrows lightly, "If that's all, then Professor McGonagall can just send her back. Why do Professor Dumbledore and Snape follow her?"

George curled his lips, "Brother, it's not like you don't know that you often use false prophecies to fool us. Maybe you got them involved this time."

Dumbledore is the principal, and he should care about his colleagues.

Snape is a master of potions, and the sobering potion he brews is definitely better than Madam Pomfrey's.

I'm really curious, but when I think about it, it doesn't matter.

Only Vincent still cared.

Dumbledore and Snape, like him, both knew the situation under which Trelawney would tell the real prophecy.

He hurried over and left with a heavy heart.

The protagonist of the prophecy is very important, and the content of the prophecy is equally important.

Vincent smiled as if nothing had happened, "According to what you said, she offended Professor Dumbledore and Snape quite a lot this time."

Fred and George laughed evilly, "Maybe we won't have to take the old liar's class anymore~"

Cedric subconsciously stayed away from them.

Trelawney may not have real abilities, but saying so is too unsympathetic.

While everyone was criticizing the twins, Hermione had been secretly paying attention to Vincent.

The two of them had been alone for almost a year, and no matter how well they pretended, she still noticed the bitterness in her smile.

What does he care about?

Trelawney's prophecy?

But he himself was unwilling to take a divination class, so why would he care about the old liar's predictions.

Hermione hid her doubts in her heart and joined everyone in accusing the twins of being ruthless.

"Just kidding~"

"Is this something you can joke about?"

The two of them had a sad face and weakly expressed that they would reflect on it.

George tightened his school robe tightly and said, "Professor Dumbledore should have known the details of the old liar and would have fired him long ago."

Fred shuddered unconsciously, "My back has been chilled by what you have said. How many gentlemen and ladies have taught you a lesson?"

It's okay not to mention this, but when I mentioned it, the friends all shuddered inexplicably.

Vincent didn't, "It turns out that everyone has such a tacit understanding."

He shook a few times in cooperation.

Hermione rubbed her cold hands and said, "No, it's a dementor."

Those two guarding the school gate?

He actually dared to choose this time. It seemed that he couldn't wait to "play" with the patron saint of Suanni.

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