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Immediately afterwards, they followed Professor Trelawney's instructions and completed a series of complicated actions, and finally they got a small pile of tea leaves.Then they took out the book "Putting Through the Fog to See the Future" and began to interpret it in the above way.Professor Trelawney, on the other hand, walked around the small classroom to see everyone's progress.

Louis's tea leaves were evenly distributed under his teacup, almost indistinguishable in shape.

"Keep your mind open, my dear, and set your eyes beyond the mundane!" cried Professor Trelawney from the dark.

"Don't move!" Professor Trelawney walked to Louis and stopped him from moving - he just picked up the teacup and wanted to shake the tea dregs inside.

"I know I have to pay attention to you." Professor Trelawney looked at Louis through her big round glasses, with a serious expression and a frown. "It's not a good behavior to deceive yourself in divination."

Louis put down the teacup in his hand. Now that he was discovered, he didn't need to hide it.

The professor looked down for a while, and then began to tremble, "My Merlin!" She looked up at Louis as if confirming and asked, "Do you know what this means?"

The attention of the students in the entire classroom was attracted by the professor's terrified tone.

Louis nodded.

Of course he is clear - since childhood, as long as tea divination is done, he will have this kind of result.

"A cloud of black mist, the stickiness of the scales and the imminent danger." Louis and Professor Trelawney said these words almost at the same time.

As soon as the words fell, the professor seemed to have been stimulated by something suddenly, and woke up from the state of babbling just now: "Oh, my God, why did I walk by your side?" After finishing speaking, without waiting for Louis When there was any reaction, the professor left Louis's round table at a faster speed than when he came.

All the Slytherins in the room looked at their new Divination professor in shock - so, was she really all right?

For the rest of the time, Professor Trelawney wandered among the little wizards - but she never came near Louis's desk - and her high-pitched voice filled the classroom.

"Oh, catastrophe!" she said to Draco, who nodded politely, jotting down the professor's explanation in his notes - as if he wasn't the one who was predicted to have a catastrophe.

"What do you think this looks like?" The professor walked up to Mia Barbara.

Mia looked down, and in her teacup, a ball of tea leaves was irregular and slender. She tried to connect the contents of the book, struggling to think, "Maybe it's some kind of...snake?"

Professor Trelawney shook her head in disappointment, "This is a scorpion." She said, "Open your book and take a good look."

Mia hurriedly flipped through the book next to her.

"Look it up in the catalog, it'll be quick, my boy," Trelawney reminded kindly.

Mia flipped through the table of contents, found the column that symbolized animals, and then found the page that belonged to scorpions according to the page number.

"...a symbol of betrayal, death, pain, hatred and evil..."

Mia looked up at Professor Trelawney with a stiff face.

"Oh, take it easy, child—the round one next to it symbolizes the moon—there is finally a round of light in the abyss of pain, which is a good omen." The professor put his hand on Mia's head and touched it comfortingly Touch, "But let's give up."

Then, Professor Trelawney made a prophecy of "disaster" to almost half of the Slytherins, except for one person - Blaise.

"All wishes come true. Hey, did you hear that?" Blaise was still excited to show off to the little snakes walking beside him as he descended the silver ladder, "I mean it—I thought she Will come to my side and say something like 'you're done'—I didn't expect it to be..."

"Yes, the professor's voice is loud enough for our whole class to hear." Pansy replied with a bit of acrimony. After not seeing Pansy for half a year, Louis almost forgot about her cannon-like temper—just at one point.

There was a reason for the black-haired Slytherin girl to be in a bad mood. Professor Trelawney walked up to her, looked at her teacup for a long time, and finally told her that there was something wrong with the way she shook it.

Later she tried again, but this time no professor gave her an answer - she couldn't make out what it meant when she read the book.

"Louis, I'm going to try again later—can you take a look for me?" She moved closer to Louis.

Louis nodded, agreeing—it was nothing, just a small thing.

Blaise, who had a bad nose at Pencey, still maintains a state of excitement and a little madness. He is discussing with Gore and Crabbe how "whatever you want" comes true.

"Do you think—does this mean it's okay for me to think anything? Or just say something?"

"Of course it should be something," Goyle replied.

"Alas." Blaise sighed, as if he had finally come out of the excited state just now, but after a while, he began to discuss with the two people what the prophecy was referring to.

At lunchtime, everyone was sitting at the long Slytherin table, and someone had mentioned the dementors guarding the campus.

As a result, it was inevitable that the story of Louis' encounter with the dementor alone on the express was revealed-not only the people in the school manager's car knew at the time, but in fact, the people in the next car also witnessed this scene.

Originally, there wasn't much to say about this—everyone knew about Louis' talent in the spell, but when it came to the divination class, the professor's words: "Black magic...", they couldn't help but think a little more.

A senior Slytherin asked bluntly, "Louis, what spell were you using?"

At that time, Louis was cutting the steak on the dinner plate. Hearing this, he looked up at the other party: "I don't remember."

"Why don't you remember?" The other party thought that Louis didn't want to say it, so he curled his lips and didn't say any more.

"Dementors take away all happiness," Draco added. "I don't know why you want Louis to think about that night again."

Even if this is said, it is relatively heavy.

Given the status of the Malfoy family, no one at this table dared to refute Draco's words. The senior senior who asked this question blushed and couldn't speak.

The atmosphere at the dining table was deathly silent, everyone lowered their heads, and could only hear the slight sound of the collision of forks and plates.

Louis didn't say a word. In fact, the half a year since he left had already made his classmates forget what he was like half a year ago - which led to someone showing such an attitude at the dinner table, which was not regarded as respect.

But that's okay, they'll figure it out soon.

It wasn't until Louis put the fork neatly on the plate, and Pansy also picked up the napkin to wipe the corners of his mouth, that Draco picked up the wet towel next to him and wiped his hands, then raised his chin, showing a kind of majestic expression Attitude: "I don't want this to happen next time."

Because of the incident at noon, Draco looked very unhappy. When he led the third-year snakes to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, his face was so cold that it almost froze.

"Actually... I don't really care." Louis said, leaning against Draco behind him.

"Come on, hurry up!" Hagrid's loud voice could be heard clearly from a long distance away.

Draco still looked a little guilty, "It's all my fault—"

"It's not your fault." Louis put his hand on the other's shoulder and patted it—since he realized that Draco's prestige in Slytherin was growing, he seldom rubbed the other's head—although Platinum blonde hair really looks so soft and easy to touch.

"I have prepared good things for you." Hagrid stretched out his hand to scratch his messy hair. If the professors at Hogwarts said that the professors at Hogwarts seldom take care of their hair, their dean would definitely stand in front of him. under this one.

When Louis and Draco walked in, they saw the Gryffindor trio as expected.

"Hey, let's see who this is?" Surprisingly, Ron Weasley suddenly spoke rudely: "Who is bullying our Slytherin's narrow-minded majesty?"

Ron Weasley would provoke Draco, which no one expected. It happened so fast that even Louis didn't even have time to react.

"Except you—" Draco was halfway through the spell, stopped for some unknown reason, and looked at the three opposite people with a gloomy face.

"You're crazy," whispered Harry Potter.

"Trust me, it was definitely Malfoy who spread the word..." Ron Weasley replied in a low-pitched voice.

Miss Gryffindor Know-it-All looked at Draco and Louis awkwardly.

"Long time no see, Mr. Mouse is a lot more courageous." Draco endured it for some reason, but Pansy had nowhere to vent his anger.

"You!" When Ron Weasley was angry, the entire tip of his nose was red.

"Oh, Mr. Red-nosed Mouse, what do you want to say?" The more dissatisfied Pansy was, the harsher his words became, and the colder his face became.

In the eyes of Louis, Pansy is definitely the person who defends Draco the most in Slytherin. In fact, the Parkinson family has never expressed their support for the Malfoy family so firmly, but as the Parkinson family of this generation The only heir, Pan Xi's attitude is almost equal to that of the Parkinson family.

The atmosphere became tense.

At this moment, Hagrid laughed and walked over: "What are you standing here for? Oh, Meyer is back—follow us quickly, we don't have much time left."

Pansy shook her head, like an uncrowned queen, turned her head and followed Hagrid first, and Ron's eyes were about to pop out in anger.After the little snakes in Slytherin left, Hermione Granger said to Ron Weasley with some dissatisfaction: "Are you always going to provoke Malfoy?"

"I'm sure - it's definitely Malfoy who spread the word that Harry brought the dementors - there's no one else but him."

Hermione Granger glared at Ron Weasley angrily: "Go crazy by yourself, don't take me with you." After she finished speaking, she quickly followed the pace of her classmates .

"You two, can't you rest for a few days?" Harry Potter said with a headache.

"It's fine without her," Ron Weasley replied stiffly.

Harry Potter shook his head and sighed... Could it be that Ron really couldn't see it?That guy Malfoy is trying to restrain himself - if the two of them really fight here, there is no doubt that they will be locked up, alas.

Hagrid was fretting over a pile of bound textbooks as Harry Potter and Ron Weasley hurried past.

"Is it true that none of you can open him?" It seemed that he was about to cry.

Draco looked at the tightly bound book in front of him, and gave up the idea of ​​trying to open it.

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