"You are the most talented girl I have ever met!" Trelawney swept the tome to the ground. He grabbed Pan Xi's hand, shook it, and said excitedly.
"I said maybe the person you're divining will come back soon. I promise, he's not in any danger for the time being."
A real prophet has his own spirituality.
There was an awkward and uncomfortable smile on Pansy's face. In fact, she didn't feel that she had any talent, she just said what she saw.
But the mood is lighter.
The classroom was shrouded in mist, the candlelight showed an ambiguous pink color, and the faint incense lingered at the tip of Pansy's nose.
"Ah Choo." She sneezed with some discomfort and rubbed her nose.
"Thank you." Pansy then bowed to Trelawney.
"No, it's just a small thing. I'm also happy for you. It's something to be proud of seeing the future through the fog." Trelawney shook her head.
Then Pansy happily left the classroom, and she is now going to the auditorium for lunch.
For a while, the pace was much lighter.
Just as Trelawney was tidying up and putting away her teaching aids, the tightly closed trap door was pushed open, and another person climbed up the silver ladder and appeared in her classroom.
"Professor Snape?" Trelawney had a look of surprise on his face.
"Dumbledore told me to come to you." Snape dragged his robe, and walked quickly to Trelawney, then immediately pulled out the wand in his cuff, and cast a spell.
The surrounding candles were extinguished in an instant, and the room was plunged into darkness.
Light and sound are blocked.
His voice was devoid of emotion, and the habit of speaking in a low and soothing manner in the past had become a little hasty.
Trelawney pricked up her ears, barely following the train of thought of the man in front of her.
Five minutes later.
"You mean, you want me to make a false prophecy?" Trelawney widened her eyes, and under the magnification of her mirror frame, they looked even more ridiculous, almost half the size of her face.
She screamed and looked at the man in front of her in disbelief.
"I am very principled, Severus, even if this is Dumbledore's request." Trelawney frowned, "Especially I will be responsible for my prophecy, if it succeeds, it is fate Instructions cannot be changed, even if there are occasional mistakes, it is fate that corrected his established trajectory."
Snape's face darkened.
Perhaps Dumbledore did not expect that the professor of prophecy would be so pedantic.
The situation reached an impasse.
As for Pansy, she didn't know what was going on in the classroom. At this time, she hurried to the auditorium. The lunch time was almost over, and she had already delayed a lot of time.
There are classes in the afternoon.
In the fifth grade, every student's task is much heavier.
Then as soon as she opened the door and went in, she heard an annoying male voice.
"Retribution, has Malfoy been arrested?" Ron held up a copy of the Daily Prophet before the dining table, and then gloated, probably after lunch.
This made Pansy's heart stop for half a beat.
Then he paused, then spoke loudly again.
"Oh, it doesn't look like it. It must have died somewhere. What a pity."
"Shut your mouth!" Pansy walked over angrily, looking at Ron angrily, his shoulders trembling.
"What if I say no." Ron said indifferently, looking at the girl in front of him provocatively.
"Then I'll teach you a lesson."
Impulsively, Pansy raised his wand and cast a spell at Ron, hitting him directly in the face.
It's a pure shock spell.
With a series of tinkling sounds.
Ron's head was raised high at first, and then the whole head fell directly into the deep bowl in front of him, and the thick soup splashed everywhere, looking extremely embarrassed.
"I'm going to teach you a good lesson." Ron immediately pulled the dishes off his head, smashed them on the table angrily, struggled to stand up from the seat, spit on the ground a few times, and then wiped Wiping his soup-drenched hair.
He drew out his wand at Pansy.
He was just careless just now, and with Moody's special training, he didn't think he might lose to this girl.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense.
But at this moment, Pansy put down his raised wand again and hid it behind his back, seeming to have died down again.
"What are you doing?" Professor McGonagall, wearing her tall dark green pointed hat, walked quickly to the two of them with a serious face, looked around, and then saw Ron, who looked embarrassed, and hugged his hands Pansy.
There seemed to be a few green leaves on Ron's head.
The rest of the Slytherin students who ate slowly and did not leave at the dining table, after seeing this funny scene, all started laughing, until Professor McGonagall's cold eyes swept over them, Only then became honest and quiet.
"Slytherin, twenty points for Pansy Parkinson casting a jinx on a classmate."
"Miss Parkinson, even if you are a prefect of Slytherin, as the vice-principal, I have the right to dispose of you. I am not only the dean of Gryffindor, but also the vice-principal." Professor McGonagall said solemnly.
"Yes." Pansy nodded obediently at this moment, accepted the reality, then casually walked towards the long table of Slytherin, pulled out a chair, and sat down.
Several other junior Slytherin students were all adoring eyes.
I don't care how many points the college deducted.
"Okay, Weasley, that's it." Seeing that Ron was a little dissatisfied and wanted to say something, Professor McGonagall said a few words to him: "Gryffindor's courage is not used for fighting. Seriously."
Then she left.
A dispute seems to disappear invisibly like this.
But something unexpected happened again.
"Mr. Weasley, as the prefect of Gryffindor, you are disheveled and failed to set an example. Twenty points will be deducted." Snape suddenly appeared in Ron's room with a gloomy expression. around.
Said in a disgusted tone, and sat down at the long Slytherin table, and he didn't look like he had eaten either.
"A certain person is so pitiful, and points will be deducted for being so embarrassed." Pan Xi looked at him and smiled triumphantly.
Ron clenched his fists angrily, but he didn't know what to think of, and let go again in a slumped manner.
"Anyway, there is a person who is being chased and run as a bereaved dog. I don't know when he will die in the wilderness."
Pansy's face immediately turned pale, and he clenched the knife and fork tightly.
Since you can't do anything, let's continue to play tricks on each other.
After a lot of tossing, this gunpowder-flavored lunch is finally over.
Pansy was irritable and impatiently left the auditorium, and ran along a gravel path towards the Slytherin lounge.