Ancient wizards return to Hogwarts.

The power of destiny.

Rice originally thought that 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.

Was it because of the stone? Les narrowed his eyes.

As four people who were teleported to a parallel world line by the Wishing Stone, Rice and the others were inevitably contaminated by the energy of the Wishing Stone, even if it was passive.

As the spark that brings magic to the earth, the power of the wishing stone is beyond imagination. Just a touch of its breath is enough to bring the power of prophecy.

"Isn't this just another way of taking the Star Stone?" As he stared at the smoke in a daze, an idea flashed through his mind.

Then he shook his head: I didn't expect that in the 20th century, there are still people who can gain magic power by taking star stones.

Most magic can be acquired through learning. Even the flow and domain of magic power can always benefit from learning as long as one has enough talent or works hard enough.

But there are some kinds of magic that are innate and cannot be made up for by acquired efforts, such as prophecy.

In front of a true prophet, the lifelong efforts of prophets and fortune tellers are like a joke.

Now Les feels that he may have "stolen" a bit of the prophet's power.

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

She seemed to have just sensed a slight fluctuation in the dark. According to what was passed down by the Trelawney family, that was a hint from her "third eye".

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

Tianmu, Tianmu, huh...

If only I really had the third eye, why would I have to wander around in the first half of my life and live in fear in the second half?

Trelawney knew that she didn't have any real skills. What she relied on for her survival was not her "third eye" but her "tongue".

According to her original plan, she didn't want to have any more contact with Les Lint in this class. Using "death and rebirth" to fool around with that wrong and lame prophecy was already the limit of her wisdom, and she didn't want to cause any more trouble.

But what had just happened at Les's table still had a huge appeal to her, and she walked over involuntarily.

After all, she is not completely a liar. The blood of the prophet flows in her veins, and when she was young, she struggled to inherit the prophet's cause.

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

After the last spark died out, Rice poured the herbal tea he had prepared long ago onto the chicken snake beast's femur, which had been roasted black by the flames.

The cockatrice is a magical creature 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.

Stimulated by the liquid, the animal bones made a bursting sound, 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 bosom, very gently brushed 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, surrounded by three larger cracks and several smaller cracks.

It looked normal, just like an ordinary burnt bone.

Rice noticed that among the three secondary cracks, one seemed to have failed to completely crack because the heating temperature was not high enough, giving people a 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, your friend's life has come to an end..." Professor Trelawney said in a compassionate tone, "Spend more time with her and don't make her angry in her last days."

Rice bowed his head.

He had a rough idea of ​​what Trelawney had predicted, and Trelawney left with great satisfaction.

She had never forgotten what the little girl from the Greengrass family had done to her! Today she took the opportunity to predict her death so that she could vent her anger.

After walking a few steps, Trelawney regretted her decision.

Because she was afraid that Daphne Greengrass would come and cause trouble for her again after hearing the prophecy she had made.

But she just couldn't control her mouth, she just couldn't help but make vicious predictions! It was just like eating, sleeping and breathing, it became her instinct.

"Calm down, Trelawney, calm down! You are a professor and she is a student, she can't act recklessly... 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 raised her eyebrows. After a moment, she spoke, her voice as cold as the winter wind.

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

Astoria really couldn't understand why some people liked to jump back and forth on the edge of danger so much.

Professor Trelawney's prediction of Rice's death last year 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 doesn't have an opinion of Trelawney in her heart.

However, Professor Trelawney did not seem to have learned her lesson from the fire and magma, and made this kind of death prediction again today.

This made Astoria wonder: Will Professor Trelawney learn something from this when there is no West Tower at Hogwarts? For example, how to manage your mouth and tongue?

"Just be patient. Don't tell your sister about what happened today. The person Professor Trelawney was referring to was not her." Les was unusually calm.

He was the one who believed in prophecy and divination the most among the four, so he had extraordinary patience with Professor Trelawney. More importantly, he really felt the ripples of fate just now, which showed that the reliability of the divination result was extremely high.

"Not my sister? Could it be me, or Hermione, or Cedric?"

Les 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. Ever since the ancient Greek gods returned to the world, Greek mythology has become a popular topic. Basically, anyone who pays attention to current affairs will find time to read it, so as not to suffer losses in this regard in the future.

The Trojan War, which accounts for a large proportion of the content, 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 of the same ilk. True prophecies are often hidden under the veil of absurdity."

Astoria's eyebrow twitched.

Is this true? Does Professor Trelawney know how important she is to Rice?

Out of trust in Rice, she felt that she should respect Professor Trelawney's prophecy. But because she had actually 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? Otherwise, the prophecy just now will reach my sister's ears." Astoria decided to put everything about Professor Trelawney out of her mind to avoid causing herself too much mental exhaustion.

"It's a smart move." Rice gave him an approving look.

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

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

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

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

"Write bigger next time."

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

"You will take over the alchemy for me from now on."

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

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

"But……"

"No buts. I think you are capable enough to shoulder this burden. You just need a little confidence." Helga pressed her temple, a hint of fatigue in her tone.

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

There was such a backlog of orders that it was sapping her energy.

Now Helga regretted not resigning from her teaching position at Hogwarts during the holidays like Rowena did. So she decided to leave the teaching task to Cedric, who would handle this hot potato. Anyway, Rowena had made a good start, and there were not many students at Hogwarts who were qualified to take alchemy classes.

Cedric:…

The teacher's trust left him speechless.

"Then shall I 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.

"Press that, you know what to do." She spoke to Cedric as she began to deal with the mountain of papers on her desk.

"Our graduate students have classes on Saturdays, and we have regular meetings every Sunday at 9 a.m. You can also come to my office for 'self-study' anytime after 6 p.m. on weekdays. Please inform Rice of this news."

"Okay." Although Cedric felt that Rice would most likely ignore the 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 waste to give this quota to Rice. Rice didn't need it at all. He actually needed the qualification of opening a graduate student.

Simply put, Cedric thought that Rice was no longer on the same level as them, and that he was on an equal footing with the teacher, even if he might be a head shorter than him.

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

Technically, their conversation ended here, but Cedric had no intention of leaving.

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

"Teacher, the order for the automatic battle dolls..." Cedric hesitated for a long time, but still gritted his teeth and said what was in his heart, "Why don't we release some of them? Teacher, you are working too hard."

Just now he took a quick glance and found that most of the documents on the table were related to automatic combat dolls. They were either new orders, new requirements for old orders, or even doll failure repairs and scrap recycling prices.

As the evil spirits become more active, the importance of the automatic combat dolls is increasing, and with it comes the growing pressure on Helga's shoulders.

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

"There's no end to making money," he added, trying to make his words more convincing.

"So you think I'm doing this for those gold galleons that are good for nothing but sparkle?" Helga's calm voice rang out in the office.

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

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

"Silly boy, even those so-called true gods are delighted by gold and jewelry, so how can I be exempt from that? Besides, there is an old saying: You don't know how expensive firewood and rice are until you manage a household. Hogwarts needs gold."

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

"But now the situation has changed a little. The original automatic battle dolls were just decorations in the homes of pure-blood nobles, with more decorative significance than practical use, but now they are truly used to save lives." Helga sighed, "Each doll may save one or more lives in the near future."

"Do you still think I can give up some of the orders now?"

Cedric was silent.

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

Helga laughed.

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