[HP] Five Poisons

After suddenly adding students from the other two schools, Hogwarts became more lively than ever.

As soon as Chi Mo and the little fat man came out of the greenhouse, they rushed to the North Tower with the textbooks for the next class. While driving, they had to carefully dodge those students who might bump into you at any time.

"Sorry." The little fat man almost trotted all the way to keep up with Chi Mo's footsteps, "It's all my fault that I didn't get rid of the roots at the beginning, which made you stay with me."

"It's okay." Chi Mo didn't take it seriously, "Next time you meet devil fungus, you can collect the blood on its surface before moving its roots, otherwise your hands will keep shedding their skin."

In the two courses of potion science and herbal medicine, the little fat man always took Chi Mo's words as a motto.This time was no exception. He silently repeated what Chi Mo said in his heart to ensure that he would not forget it next time.

When they got to the bottom of the North Tower, there were fewer people at once. The little fat man followed Chi Mo and climbed the stairs panting, complaining. "Fortunately, there is only one divination class every week, otherwise I will definitely choose to fail myself." The implication is that I am going to skip class.

"Who told the school to change the divination course from an optional course to a compulsory course starting this year." Chi Mo had heard about this course that Hermione scoffed at, and he was still thinking that he would not choose this course in the third grade No, I didn't expect the school to directly adjust the schedule.

The little fat man wiped his sweat and felt that his calf was about to tremble—the divination classroom was at the top of the North Tower.

However, apart from the long distance, impracticality, and many other shortcomings such as the professor talking all day long, divination class still has a great advantage.

"At least we don't have to worry about failing this class." Seeing the doubts on Chi Mo's face, the little fat man chuckled, "I heard from the seniors that there is no exam at the end of the divination class, as long as you make a correct prediction That's it. And it's so easy!"

Chi Mo was about to ask how easy it was, when he heard the little fat man laugh wretchedly.

"You just need to predict that it will snow this winter. It will snow every winter here. It's no wonder that such a divination will fail! Hahaha!"

Chi Mo: "..." What you said made sense, but I was speechless.

The two hurried quickly, finally entering the classroom before the bell rang.

Professor Trelawney was holding a crystal ball, with his back to them, and he was explaining the lofty status of divination in the wizarding world thousands of years ago in a cadenced tone.

And the students behind her had already thrown themselves on the table and fell down.

The little fat man pulled Chi Mo to pick a corner and sat down. He pretended to put a book on the table to block the professor's sight, and then he wentssip with Chi Mo in peace.

Because most of the people were asleep, only Professor Trelawney's praise of divination could be heard in the whole classroom, and the little fat man had to lower his voice, "Did you hear that? Forgiveness spells, and even tested each of them."

Chi Mo is a little strange. "Didn't you say that schools are forbidden?"

"Yeah. But he did it anyway. In front of those fourth grades, showing them the Avada Kedavra, the spider was unlucky enough to end up in Moody's hands, and before it died I have been given several Cruciatus." The little fat man wrinkled his face, his chubby face looked like a bun, "I heard that Longbottom of Gryffindor vomited after he came out. What will he teach us in defense against magic class."

"I'll find out when I go tomorrow." In fact, Chi Mo has always had doubts about the Killing Curse, which ranks first among the three unforgivable curses.Everyone said that if hit by that dazzling green light, the cursed person would die immediately and become a stiff corpse.

No one can escape from the death curse, and the only one who survived in history is Harry, the newborn Harry.

This is too strange, what can a newborn baby do?No matter how talented Harry was, what spells could he use to protect himself when his teeth hadn't grown and he couldn't speak?

Maybe you can ask Regulus when you go back at night, the Black family has existed for a long time, and there may be some related records.But Regulus was away now, and he didn't know where he was, so contacting him rashly would cause him trouble.

Professor Trelawney turned around, and found two students who were facing the books and listening carefully among a pile of students throwing their hands on the table.She happily walked over, pressed the divination book that the little fat man used as a cover with one hand, happily handed the crystal ball in front of the little fat man, and looked at him expectantly. "Come on, put your hands on this, kid."

The little fatty who unfortunately won the lottery looked at the professor who had always been famous for his madness in the whole school with a tangled face, and looked pitifully at Chi Mo, who was looking at the crystal ball.

Well, the little fat man frowned, and under the earnest gaze of Professor Trelawney, he put his hands on the crystal ball—I don’t know if Professor Trelawney would predict that he would break his leg when he went out or be thrown by the building. The flower pots that fell from the ceiling smashed their heads—those students who had been divined by Professor Trelawney would be so unlucky to be cursed once. Of course, these curses will basically never come true.But this doesn't mean that everyone doesn't mind. Who would want to hear someone prophesying that they will have a bloody head, all kinds of misery?

"Oh——" Professor Trelawney opened her mouth exaggeratedly, and looked at the little fat man with a sad face.With pity in his eyes, "Oh—child, I'm afraid, the rest of your days are not going to be smooth sailing. There are many obstacles on your way ahead. People you care about will also be hurt—seriously, maybe even will die."

"Oh, Merlin." Tears welled up in Professor Trelawney's eyes, "Don't be sad, kid, just face him bravely, okay?"

The little fat man froze, twitched the corners of his mouth, and answered vaguely.Inexplicably sympathized with the fifth grade senior who was predicted to leave because of water.

He thought he was going to drown, but in fact, he didn't have a water-related disaster until that summer vacation-his newborn little sister spilled milk powder on his summer homework, or Potions of...

After making a prediction about the future of the little fat man, Professor Trelawney set his sights on Chi Mo again.

"Come, child, let me see your fate too."

Chi Mo watched for a long time but didn't see any changes in the crystal ball when Professor Trelawney gave the fat man a prophecy just now.This time, he was even more convinced that the course was unreliable.

"I don't know how you will die." The little fat man muttered vaguely.

Chi silently put his hand on it, and the crystal ball did not change.

Chi Mo thought of the Chunyang disciple who set up a stall at the entrance of Chang'an City to tell fortunes, and sighed, the fortunetellers were indeed magic sticks.

"Bump—boom!"

Professor Trelawney let go of his hand suddenly, and the crystal ball fell on the blanket because it lost its support, making a muffled sound.

"The man who disrupted time appeared...the path under his feet leads to the dark abyss...there is no turning back...the black shadow peeps behind him...can't break free...the fate shrouded in blackness...until eternity...unfortunate The footsteps will not stop, the disaster is getting closer... Those who are enemies of time will be abandoned by time..."

Professor Trelawney's eyes were covered with a layer of gray, and she looked lifeless. Her eyes passed through Chi Mo, as if she was looking at something, and her voice became hoarse and deep.The whole person looked extremely strange.

The little fat man was a little frightened by Professor Trelawney's sudden change. "What, what black shadow?" Does it mean that Chi Mo will be attacked?

When Chi Mo heard the first prophecy, his heart skipped a beat.

Professor Trelawney suddenly grabbed Chi Mo's shoulder, her fingers sank deep into the fabric with too much force, and she pinched Chi Mo's shoulder tightly.

She cried out terribly. "Everything will be forgotten!!! Everything!!!"

The little fat man who was frightened and dumbfounded stared blankly at their divination professor whose painting style changed suddenly, then turned his neck stiffly, and saw Chi Mo with his head lowered and his eyes covered by hair.

"Snapped!"

The book on the table fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.Floating in the sunlight.

The two were walking by the river, the little fat man couldn't stand the awkward silence anymore.

"She has always been so alarmist." The little fat man said dryly, "She even predicted that someone would die, but the other party is still alive and kicking. Divination is actually a lie. My aunt As I said, if you can predict the lottery lottery numbers, then you can make people believe that this thing is really reliable. Well, my aunt is a Muggle."

The reason for the silence along the way was misunderstood by the little fat man, Chi Mo stopped, "Who is that?"

The little fat man who was glad that Chi Mo was finally willing to speak looked around, "Who? Where is it?"

Chi Mo turned sideways, looking at ten o'clock, the man standing with a tall, thin old man. "The man in the iron-gray trench coat."

The little fat man turned around and found the target under Chi Mo's guidance. "Um, that old man is the Director of the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department, Barty Crouch. I have never seen the man next to him, but he should also be a member of the Ministry of Magic. Hogwarts does not easily allow outsiders to come in. They Probably for the Triwizard Tournament. What's wrong?"

The little fat man looked at the man.

A head of curly ginger hair, a long face, a pair of inverted triangle eyes does not look like a good person, thin lips, tightly pressed into a straight line, with a mean look.The iron-gray windbreaker was a little too small for him, and it didn't seem to fit very well. There were still a few brown stains on the cuffs, and I don't know where it came from.

"Oh, this guy is tall, but he's really not very attractive." The little fat man from the Appearance Association quickly commented. "Why did you suddenly ask him?"

Chi Mo looked at the man who was leaning sideways to listen to what Batty said, and snorted inexplicably—that guy has been staring at him since they left the tower, and he has been staring at him for a long time, I don't know, What do you want to do.