Mysterious Walker at Hogwarts

The next afternoon, after the Gryffindor freshmen finished Professor Sprout's Herbology class in the greenhouse behind the castle, they returned to the castle in twos and threes to prepare for the next Defense Against the Dark Arts class that they were most interested in.

Dean was lagging behind intentionally or unintentionally. He wanted to find an opportunity to try to see if he could sneak to Hagrid's hut next to the Forbidden Forest to see if he could trigger a task related to Hagrid.

Dean is very interested in part of Hagrid's giant bloodline. It would be great if he could find a way to obtain relevant abilities through tasks - bloodline is an ability that cannot be obtained through learning or contact in the system, so Dean can only get it through tasks. Try your luck.

In addition, Hagrid, as the key keeper of Hogwarts, is connected to a large number of magical creatures in the Forbidden Forest - for Dean, this is simply a treasure, so even if the mission cannot be triggered, Dean still has to deal with Hagrid. Build a good relationship.

After triggering bonds with the two of them one after another, Dean became more and more interested in this new function. He concluded that if he could form a bond with Hagrid, the benefits obtained would most likely be related to the magical creatures in the Forbidden Forest.

What makes Dean depressed is that he successfully got rid of the attention of his roommates, but he couldn't get rid of Hermione's little tail.

Dean had no choice but to temporarily give up his plan to approach Hagrid and turned around and walked towards the castle.

"Miss Granger, why do you always follow me?" As he was approaching the castle gate, Dean suddenly stopped and turned around and asked.

Hermione, who had no time to escape, was caught off guard by Dean. She raised her chin and pretended to be calm and said, "Who is following you? Like everyone else, I have to rush to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class!"

"Oh--really?" Dean deliberately prolonged his voice and stepped aside to get out of the way, saying politely: "Ladies first, please go first~"

"Huh!" Hermione had no choice but to walk in front of Dean pretending to be arrogant.

Just when Dean was about to find an opportunity to run away and get rid of Hermione, she suddenly turned around, stared into Dean's eyes and asked: "Dean, why can you complete that scabies treatment perfectly under Snape's nose?" Potion?"

"Miss Granger, I don't understand what you are talking about." Dee said in a daze.

"Dean, don't quibble. I have figured out every detail of yesterday's Potions class. You clearly completed the preparation of the scabies treatment potion quietly while everyone's attention was attracted to Neville, right? ?" Hermione asked confidently.

"I already explained this matter yesterday. As for whether you believe it or not, that's your problem." Dean shrugged. Hermione couldn't produce any evidence no matter how hard she tried.

"Don't try to deny it!" Hermione said with burning eyes, "Seamus told me that you brought back a bottle of scabies treatment potion for Neville last night, and it was very effective!"

Dean sighed helplessly, Seamus is such a big mouth!

"You don't want to say that you got the potion from the school nurse, Madam Pomfrey, do you?" Hermione cut off Dean's words first, "I've already asked Madam Pomfrey, and she said she never gave any A student’s kind of potion.”

Seeing that Dean still wanted to quibble, Hermione continued: "I asked Seamus to have Neville's remaining potion tested by Madam Pomfrey. Madam Pomfrey was full of praise, saying that the potion was better than The general-purpose commercial products are much more effective, and they said that it is probably Professor Snape’s unique secret recipe!”

Dean opened his mouth and realized that he really couldn't explain it. Hermione had blocked almost all escape routes in order to confirm this matter.

Seeing that Dean was finally speechless and unable to argue, Hermione smiled proudly: "How about it, now you should admit it, right?"

"Okay, I admit, I did mix that bottle of potion by luck with the fruits of your labor. Are you satisfied now?" Dean specifically emphasized Hermione's contribution and luck, which immediately made Hermione feel punched. The feeling of hitting cotton is so uncomfortable.

"Disaster! I saw the disaster!" Just when Hermione was about to continue asking, a shrill, hoarse female voice suddenly came to her ears.

Dean and Hermione were startled at the same time. They looked at the visitor and saw a very thin middle-aged woman standing in a daze on the porch. A pair of huge glasses magnified her eyes several times. She was wearing a thin A shimmering shawl like a transparent gauze, countless necklaces and beads hung around her slender neck, and bracelets and rings on both arms and hands - she looked like a madman who had escaped from a mental hospital.

"Who is this?" Dean asked Hermione quietly. This kind of question should not be difficult for Miss Know-It-All.

"Sybill Trelawney, teaches Divination - we only have Divination class in third grade." Hermione answered as expected.

When Dean heard this, he suddenly felt guilty for some reason.

Professor Trelawney staggered towards them and continued to say in a harsh and hoarse tone: "Danger! Disaster! As we get closer, I see you and the Dark Lord approaching. Your fate will be entangled. Together...oh, something bad is going to happen!"

Hermione was frightened by Professor Trelawney's crazy words and took several steps back, thinking she was talking about herself.

Hermione soon knew that there was a misunderstanding, Professor Trelawney ignored her, walked past her, and went straight to Dean.

Dean looked at Professor Trelawney calmly. To be honest, he didn't pay much attention to Trelawney's so-called prophecy. However, as Professor Trelawney got closer and closer, Dean became more and more uneasy. His hair became thicker, and he didn't know where this uneasiness came from, until——

After Professor Trelawney came to Dean, her empty eyes were still unfocused. She grabbed Dean's shoulders suddenly, and suddenly burst into tears: "Oh, unfortunate child, you will soon face Real death..."

Dean's heart moved. Professor Trelawney's current state was definitely not normal. He was about to ask what happened when he suddenly felt as if a black hole suddenly appeared in his mind, sucking his consciousness in.

A black mist that was so thick that it couldn't be dissolved obscured all of Dean's senses, making him feel as if he was stuck in a quagmire.

Dean struggled desperately to get rid of this terrible feeling that he had never experienced before, but in vain. It wasn't until a strong green light flashed past his eyes that Dean realized that the thick fog around him began to gradually become thinner. .

Under the thin starlight, Dean seemed to see a huge crucible filled with liquid in front of him. A hand - as if that hand was Dean's own - held a wand and lit it under the crucible, and a ball of flame appeared. came out.

The liquid in the crucible quickly boiled, and then several indistinct masses were thrown into the crucible, and then another hand - which also seemed to be Dean's own - stretched out and placed it on top of the crucible, with the wand in this hand With one stroke, his hand separated from his arm and he climbed into the crucible. A white mist rose up that seemed to cover everything.