Ancient wizards return to Hogwarts.

Although most people with normal intelligence knew that the poor woman mentioned by Professor White must be Professor Trelawney's ancestor, there was no other possibility. But when the name "Puffett Trelawney" came out of Professor White's mouth, everyone took a breath of cold air at the same time, and a suppressed exclamation came from the long table.

Among all the people, only Rice did not focus on Professor White. The reason was simple. The stories she told were all his own experiences. Now when he heard his old friend talk about them, not only was there no novelty, but he was easily annoyed by some of the details mixed with personal opinions.

He grabbed some goodies and prepared to eat them while they were hot - by the time Helga finished her story, the turkey would be cold as a stone.

"The four men took the girl away from the ruins of the village and escorted her to the nearest town. It's called a town, but it's actually the territory of a viscount..." Helga continued to tell the story vividly, taking a sip of the cocktail in her glass from time to time.

[Ravenclaw prepared a new linen robe for her, Hufflepuff prepared a hot and delicious meal for her, Slytherin fetched water, Gryffindor lit a fire, and the bath water was also prepared.

After washing up, Ms. Puffett expressed her gratitude to the four kind wandering wizards. To show her gratitude, she decided to do a divination for the four people.

But before she could tell the future, Salazar suddenly stood up and interrupted her.

"Ms. Profit, please explain to us why the Normans let you go first and then sent you to the stake?" Salazar asked in a slow tone. He was suspicious of everything, and once he smelled something wrong, he would move out like a venomous snake and attack these flaws.

Les was quite happy to see Helga describe himself like this. If he hadn't been alert, they would have been wiped out several times. Whether from a metaphorical or factual perspective, what Helga said was correct.

[Pfitt was stunned for a moment, then hesitantly spoke, her expression flickering: It turned out that she didn't know why she was suddenly tied to the stake.

Slytherin's expression became more and more suspicious. In his eyes, this witch who claimed to be a fortune teller was really a little suspicious.

He did not hesitate at all and took action directly. After that, Salazar learned what had just happened and gradually understood everything.

It turned out that the Normans did respect her at the beginning because she claimed to be a fortune teller, which was indeed a respected profession among the Normans.

The Norman leader politely invited her over, hoping that this alien prophet could tell him whether he could successfully ascend to Valhalla and serve the King of Gods.

Pfitt agreed.

After a complicated process, she really saw the future.

The sky was dyed red with blood, the sea was boiling, the high and mighty city in the sky fell into the mortal world, and the once prosperous palace turned into ashes.

The gods were either roaring, weeping, screaming, or wailing. Some knelt down and begged for mercy, some fled, and others charged towards death without saying a word.

Trelawney's fortune tellers have a fatal flaw, that is, once they enter the real fortune-telling state, they cannot control what they say. Otherwise, how could she say such words in front of the Normans? Do you think your life is too long?

Looking at the scene recreated by Slytherin, the five people fell silent.

All I can say is that it was not unfair for Pfitter to be treated like that.

"I really can't control myself..." Pfitter said in a tearful voice.

"That's good news, isn't it?" Gryffindor laughed heartily.

He had long been annoyed with these Normans. The whole of Britain hated and feared them. Since a hundred years ago, these Normans had appeared in droves along the coast of the British Isles in their dragon-headed boats. Wherever the Normans went, the villages were reduced to scorched earth, and even the monasteries were not spared.

Under the protection of the gods, the Normans did whatever they wanted. Now a prophet says that the gods will fall, which is really great! I just don't know who did such a great thing?

Gryffindor's words were unanimously agreed by the three friends.

After this little interlude, Ms. Pfitt continued her divination by taking several herbs, pouring them into a basin, and then burning them.

In the smoke, Ms. Puffett seemed to be asleep. In her dream, she muttered like a poem:

"Your journey will eventually reach its end, when the goal you set out for has already been achieved;

But like mushrooms in the shade of trees after the rain, you have already found new goals;

The journey is like Sisyphus’s boulder, every time it seems to be close to the end, it comes to a new starting point;

In the process of pursuing your goals, you will grow old, have quarrels, and separate.

Some of you will grow old, some of you will leave and never come back, some of you will find a place to take a nap when you are tired, and some of you will die.

You may meet again on the road in the future, smile at each other when you pass by each other, and then continue to travel together like when you were young.

Everything is like the moon in the water, the flowers in the fog, but there is only one thing that is certain: the traces of your journey will be there like the huge stone on Salisbury, for those who come to admire. ”】

After imitating Pfitter's tone and half-reciting and half-singing the content of the prophecy, Helga closed her mouth, filled the empty glass with port wine, and drank it all in one gulp.

The entire table fell silent, each savoring the story Professor White was telling.

"Professor White, what's next?" Daphne took a deep sip of the Tequila Sunrise in her hand and asked about the ending of the story.

"Down there? There's nothing down there." Helga smiled at the Slytherin girl who was very much a Gryffindor and said, "The four of them asked Ms. Profit to take a bath and left her some money. Then the next morning, the four young wizards set out on their journey again. Ms. Profit stayed in the town and continued to be a fortune teller. At that time, there was no Statute of Secrecy, and the boundary between wizards and Muggles was not obvious."

A thoughtful look came over Dumbledore's face.

In the "story", Pfitt made two very interesting predictions. One prediction accurately predicted the demise of the Norse gods, and the other predicted the stories that happened to the four founders.

"A trace like the great stone on Salisbury", is it referring to Hogwarts? He is indeed a prophet, and his two predictions are so accurate that they are chilling.

He looked at Professor White's old face, and was filled with emotion. The founders did grow old and separate from each other during their journey.

Everyone at the table was thinking something different. Trelawney was so excited when she heard "a pot of herbs lit" - she had been talking to Professor White for so long just to know the formula of the herbs!

She actually doesn't care much about stories about ancestors. It's nice to hear them, and it's not a big shame if she misses them.

After all, no matter how powerful it is, it is only the glory of the ancestors and has nothing to do with oneself. However, the herbal formula is extremely important to oneself.

"Professor White, does the legend mention...um, what herbs were burned by the prophet Pfitt?" She wanted to ask Professor White directly what he had burned in her office, but she was a little embarrassed to do so.

Looking at Trelawney's face, Helga suddenly remembered the conversation between the four of them and Puffett before they parted.

[“By the way, I remember you ordered a pot of herbs before divination?” Helga asked curiously, “Do those herbs have any special effects?”

"It's actually useless..." Puffett scratched the back of his head embarrassedly, "This is a formula passed down from my ancestors. Most of the time, it's just a small prop used to make customers think that their money is worth it. But they do seem to have some effect of soothing the mind. I often fall asleep in the smoke, and it is said that I can make predictions, but I don't remember them anymore."

Helga blinked.

Pfitter slapped her forehead, found a thin piece of wood, and quickly wrote down the herbal formula she used on it with a charcoal pencil.

"Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme???" Looking at the four very common herbs on the wooden board, Helga was stunned: if it wasn't told that these were the herbs used by fortune tellers for divination, she would have thought it was a recipe for a certain dish!

"There are also some special requirements. All four plants must be planted on brown mountains capped with snow, fertilized with grave soil, watered with tears, and finally harvested with a leather sickle. The cut and dried herbs must be tied tightly with heather," added Pfitt.

Helga: "..."

"Okay." She accepted the gift from Pfizer with some doubt.

"Don't underestimate this recipe. It has been passed down in our family for generations." Speaking of this, Puffett showed a hint of pride on his face. "In order to prevent it from being lost, we even made a song out of the recipe! It mentions the herbs needed for the recipe and how to plant and harvest them!"

In order to prove that he was not talking nonsense, Pfitter sang the song for Helga, which left a deep impression on Helga about the recipe.

After that, the four of them set out on their journey again, and Puffett Trelawney returned to her hometown, Scarborough.

"The four herbs the prophet used are parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. There are also some specific planting requirements, which I will write to you."

What shocked Trelawney was that Professor White had no intention of making things difficult for her. She simply took out a roll of parchment and wrote on it the herbs used by the prophet when making prophecies and the key points of their cultivation.

She didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Come on, let's eat. If you don't eat now, the food will get cold!" Helga did not continue to dwell on these "little things" but instead devoured the sumptuous dishes on the table.

Professor Trelawney felt tears welling up in her eyes, and her eyes turned red.

The atmosphere at the table was full of joy, and everyone put down their knives and forks only after they had eaten their fill. In the second half of the banquet, everyone started to open Christmas firecrackers one by one. Rice was no exception, he opened a firecracker and found a Christmas hat inside.

Amidst the laughter and joy, the banquet ended, and the students walked dazedly towards their respective lounges. Rice winked at Helga, then followed the crowd out of the auditorium.

After sending Daphne and Astoria back to the lounge, Les came out again and headed towards the dungeon - he was going to visit the prison!

Just kidding. If Rowena knew, he wouldn't be able to live a peaceful life for the next ten years.

At the entrance to the dungeon, he indeed met Helga.

"If a student does not sleep at night and wanders around the castle, Slytherin will deduct 20 points!" Helga said righteously and loudly, "Then Mr. Lint, you will pay the price of detention for this!"

Les:? ? ?

Helga had a happy smile on her face. In terms of her status, her behavior just now had no problem in terms of procedure, and Slytherin House was actually deducted 20 points by her.

She is now a full professor at the school, so it is easy for her to punish a third-grade wizard by putting him in detention.

Rice was stunned by Hufflepuff's actions, and the most infuriating thing was that her actions were completely reasonable!

When Rice thought of this, his eyes turned black with anger.

Happiness and anger are conserved. If Salazar's happiness decreases and his anger increases, then Helga Hufflepuff's happiness will increase and her anger will decrease - what a great law of conservation.

Rice took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. He silently wrote down what happened in the little notebook in his heart, and then opened the seal leading to the depths of the dungeon as if nothing had happened.

"Professor White, I opened the seal under the school. Are you going to expel me?" he asked sarcastically.

"This requires the principal's approval." Helga answered seriously, but the curve of her mouth was harder to suppress than the lid of a boiling cauldron.

The two walked into the dungeon seal one after the other. They planned to visit Rowena during Christmas and make sure she really stayed in the seal and didn't do any strange experiments.

They soon found Rowena, who was immersed in playing with the sand table figurine.

Compared to the last time we met, the sandbox she made was more refined, and the little clay figures inside behaved more like real people. In Rice's eyes, this was simply a miracle of magic - shrinking a person and putting him in a sandbox, and he could really live in it for a lifetime. And that person might not even notice it, and would mistakenly think he had traveled to medieval Europe.

"Why are you here?" Rowena quickly noticed the two old friends who came to visit.

She was a little surprised at their arrival.

"Royna, Merry Christmas!" Les and Helga said in unison, and took out a food box full of food from their arms.

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