Hogwarts: Don’t panic, Old Deng, I won’t be the Dark Lord

At the end of the interlude, the four of them also arrived at the divination class.

The professor of Divination was named Sybill Trelawney, and she never appeared in the auditorium.

The whole person looked a little crazy, but he only looked crazy on the surface. The wizard's robe he wore was also a bit weird, and he wore big round glasses on his face.

The classroom is not small. There is no blackboard. There are a few shelves in the corner with teapots, vases and the like. The rest of the room is filled with small round tables.

"I'm your... Oh, by the way, Professor, you can call me Hiccup! Professor Trelawney, before class, I will say... Hiccup! Divination class is based on talent, so those who are good at reading Little wizards are destined to learn poorly." Professor Trelawney seemed to have drunk some wine and kept burping while speaking.

"Professors who drink in class..." Hermione muttered quietly sitting next to Sisley.

Professor Trelawney did not start the class at the beginning, but walked in the classroom and kept making predictions for some young wizards one after another, although almost none of these predictions were good.

But I don't know whether it was a coincidence or intentional. Every time she made a prediction, she cleverly avoided Sisley's small round table, as if there was a great terror here.

Well, when you think of an unreasonable family, it is indeed a great terror.

After predicting most of the people in the classroom, today's teaching finally started, drinking tea and looking at the tea leaves...

"It's boring, I want to sleep..." Sisley rolled his eyes and whispered.

"I shouldn't have signed up for this class..." Hermione muttered in a low voice.

"Sisley? Can you see what pattern this is?" Hermione said, handing a cup to Sisley.

"Tea dregs...and it's not good tea. Did she withhold all the teaching funds for Hogwarts?" Sisley teased in a low voice.

"Dear, you have misunderstood me. Tea divination requires special tea leaves ground into powder. I bought these specially." Professor Trelawney came over to explain and left.

"Does the tea used for divination have to be moldy?" Sisley curled his lips and said.

"Pfft!" Ron burst out laughing instantly.

"Is this poisonous? What do you think?" Hermione said with a sudden chill as she looked at the tea residue at the bottom of the cup.

"Okay...probably..." Harry said unsurely.

"Hermione, I'll take a nap. The professor is here and asked her not to disturb me." Sisley shrugged and lay down on the small round table.

"Are you overestimating me?" Hermione said helplessly.

The divination class ended in a strange atmosphere.

"What's the next class?" Sisley was woken up by Hermione and stretched out.

"Next section... ha... transfiguration!" Hermione yawned mid-sentence.

"Okay..." The four of them walked towards the Transfiguration classroom.

"This is just the first lesson. Why are you so sleepy? Sisley can understand, but why can't you, Hermione?" Harry said with some confusion.

"Indeed, it's like noon." Ron nodded.

"Just think it's noon." Sisley also yawned and said.

After arriving in the Transfiguration classroom, Sisley was surprised to find that Gryffindor and Slytherin were taking the Transfiguration class together this year.

Sure enough, Sisley saw the person he had longed for in the classroom.

"Uh! Master Malfoy, have you missed me?" Sisley walked straight towards the Slytherin crowd.

"Sisley! Sisley, don't come over! You have already taken your revenge!" Draco stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Sisley. He looked as if he was going to die in the next moment, with a grimace on his face. He stopped and backed away, and finally climbed onto the window sill.

"What happened to Sisley? Malfoy made a rumor, and then Sisley went crazy? Like Lockhart's time?" Harry asked with some doubts as he looked at Sisley like this.

"Ah, you were probably still at your aunt's house at that time. You don't know what's normal. Just look at this." As he said that, Ron carefully took out the small piece of paper cut out from the Daily Prophet from his pocket. strip.

Just like that, Harry saw the dynamic photos of Drunk Sisley and the little gossip written by Draco.

In the dynamic photo, Sisley was lying disheveled on the bed, mumbling some inaudible words, when a blood flower bloomed on Sisley's face.

"Eh? Harry, your nose is bleeding?" Hermione, who was watching the excitement, turned around and saw a long blood streak flowing from one of Harry's nostrils, and asked.

Harry was still reading the newspaper intently.

At this time, Hermione was confused. She looked around and saw the photo that made her crazy. She quickly snatched it away two or three times, tore it into pieces and threw it on the ground. With a wave of her wand, a burst of flames left only Next ashes.

"Huh? My newspaper..." Ron said in confusion.

"The newspaper from so long ago!!! Why did you keep it!!!" Hermione said through gritted teeth.

"And you! Harry, if you have a bad nose, drink more water. Don't ask about social affairs. It's not good for you!!!" After saying this, Hermione walked around behind Harry and kicked Harry in the butt. passed.

"Ouch! Just say it, why don't you do anything..." Harry took out a piece of paper and blocked his nose, and said with some embarrassment.

After kicking Harry, Hermione was still a little displeased. She took out her wand from a distance and pointed it at Draco, who was being forced to the window sill by Sisley and was being tortured continuously. She fired a bright red spell. After cumming on Draco, a dense red rash suddenly appeared.

"What are you doing!!!" At this time, a roar sounded from the door, and Professor McGonagall walked out angrily, pushing aside the wizards watching the excitement to get a clear look at the two protagonists this time.

Draco, who was covered in red rashes, and Sisley, who kept waving his magic whip and tortured Draco.

Seeing these two protagonists, and recalling the omnipotent wall of newspapers during the holidays, Professor McGonagall immediately understood what was going on, but still roared loudly: "Sisley! Mr. Malfoy! Please stay for personal grudges. We’ll solve it by the end of get out of class, now let’s start class!”

Sisley retracted his hand, and the relieved Draco quickly cast a spell on himself to stop the red rash on his body, and quickly found a corner and sat down in a corner that was no longer in the corner.

Sisley also sat on his seat, looked back at Draco, smiled slowly, and at the same time passed his thumb across his throat, giving him a standard throat-cutting ceremony, which scared Draco. An unstoppable trembling.