Chapter 375 Helga tells a story about the prophet Trelawney

Chapter 375 Helga tells a story about the prophet Trelawney

It was Daphne who urged them to enter. She didn't quite understand why Professor Rice and White suddenly stood still at the door of the auditorium.

After gently calling their names, Rice and Helga quickly got rid of their memories of the past and walked quickly into the auditorium full of Christmas decorations.

Many people had already taken their seats. Rice glanced and saw that there were probably four or five people from each college. The number of people missing from Slytherin College was filled by him and the Greengrass sisters.

Just like a tacit rule, the students sat as far away from the teachers as possible. The rectangular table, the teachers chose to sit on a certain side, and the students would choose the opposite side or the opposite corner.

Rice naturally didn't want to break the rules. He took Daphne and Astoria to find a seat as far away from the professors as possible.

As for Helga, she could only sit with her colleagues, haha! Rice thought with gloating.

After complaining about the old venomous snake who pretended to be young countless times in her heart, Helga walked towards the side of the table occupied by the professors who stayed in school.

Perhaps because of the excessive work pressure, most of the professors at Hogwarts were lonely, so there were quite a few professors who chose to stay in school for Christmas, including McGonagall, Snape, Sprout and Flitwick, and of course Dumbledore.

Sprout saw that there were two empty seats next to Dumbledore and was about to randomly choose one to sit down, when Professor Trelawney suddenly appeared.

She was wearing a dress full of green sequins, which made her look a bit like a green cloth beetle.

"Sybil, I'm so happy that you're here!" Dumbledore was a little surprised: Trelawney usually stayed at home and rarely left her West Tower. I didn't expect her to come to the hall to attend the Christmas banquet today.

Dumbledore knew the motives of Trelawney's behavior, so he even stood up to welcome her.

He understood the situation of divination very well, so he would not have too high expectations for Trelawney. Dumbledore just hoped that she could get along well with her colleagues.

"Headmaster, I saw my future in the crystal ball," Trelawney responded in her most vague and distant voice, "I saw that I shared food and drinks with everyone. How could I refuse the urging of fate? So I immediately changed into new clothes and rushed here. Fortunately, I was not late."

The reason why Trelawney was here was very simple: she wanted to get some knowledge from Professor White.

The herbal formula used by ancient prophets for divination!

She had been coveting it for a long time.

Professor White had mixed it in front of her before. Although she fell asleep after smelling the herbs, it is said that she made a very successful prediction herself, and Headmaster Dumbledore even raised her salary for it.

After that, Trelawney made it a top priority to get the formula of this set of herbs. After all, who would want to be a waste if there was no other way?

She also tried to reproduce the herbal formula herself, but it had no effect except choking herself to tears.

After several failed attempts, Trelawney realized that she could only get the herbal formula from Professor White.

So she found a reason to show up during the Christmas banquet.

After Trelawney finished her mysterious speech, Dumbledore nodded and asked her to take a seat.

Trelawney immediately chose the seat that was a little further away from Dumbledore. Since Trelawney made the choice first, Helga sat down next to Dumbledore.

A few minutes later, Cedric also poked his head out of the door of the auditorium.

Sprout:?

Other professors:?

The professors were all very surprised by his arrival, because Cedric had chosen to spend Christmas at home on the questionnaire.

Cedric was a little embarrassed when he was stared at by a large group of people. He didn't know what to say for a while. He couldn't just say "I'm here to work for Professor White", right? That teacher's reputation would become notorious in an instant.

Asking students to come back from home to do private work for you on Christmas, is this something a person can do?

Before Helga realized that she was close to being ruined, Dumbledore reacted instantly: Cedric was the "badger" that Professor White mentioned last night.

He had a feeling that was unexpected but reasonable. Yes, if he had to choose a student from Hufflepuff College to train, he might make the same choice. But his range of choices should be wider, because there is another candidate...

"Diggory? It seems that your stomach doesn't want to forget the Hogwarts cafeteria," Dumbledore took the initiative to stand up and made a joke, which instantly eased the atmosphere in the hall, "Come, I'll get you a stool--"

He used his wand to pull a chair in the air, which turned twice in the air and then made a dull sound and fell between two Hufflepuff students.

With Dumbledore's initiative to hand over the steps, Cedric went down the slope and joined the feast.

Others, such as Professor Sprout, still had doubts in their hearts, but their attention was quickly diverted by the sumptuous dinner that appeared out of thin air.

To liven up the atmosphere, Helga took out a huge cup from which an endless amount of port wine could be poured, which could be switched to Scotch whisky, tequila or cognac according to preference. (Note)

Daphne and Astoria were both eager to try and have a few cups, but under the stern supervision of Les, both of them gave up the idea of ​​drinking freely - for the underage wizards, Professor White provided unlimited juice and tea, as well as fermented drinks with almost negligible alcohol content.

Suddenly, Les noticed that Helga winked at him inconspicuously, and he looked down and found that there was a silver wine pot in front of him.

Oh? !

Les knew that this was a "gift" from Helga, so he poured the liquid in the silver pot into his goblet.

The wine in the pot showed a deep amber color with a sense of age. Looking at the liquid in the cup, Les raised his eyebrows: his intuition told him that this wine was not easy to drink.

Les poured the wine into his mouth and drank it all. All of a sudden, an extremely strong burning sensation spread from his throat to his stomach, as if a poisonous snake with a strong poison had drilled into his mouth.

At this moment, Rice seemed to see a sun rising over the distant American continent, and he immediately fell in love with this strong liquor with a fierce taste and unique aroma.

He remembered a cocktail called "Tequila Sunrise" that he had seen in the encyclopedia given by Hermione.

Rice's eyes wandered around the long table. Fortunately, he had all the ingredients, so he immediately started.

First, he added tequila to the goblet, and then under the effect of a simple freezing spell, the entire cup entered a low-temperature state, and the liquor turned into a jelly-like block.

Then Rice added a large amount of orange juice to the cup, and with the help of the stirring spell, the orange juice and tequila were fully mixed.

At the end, Rice took a pomegranate from the fruit basket and snapped his fingers to make the pomegranate seeds inside the pomegranate fall off automatically. Rice took out a small crucible, conjured a ball of magic flame, squeezed the pomegranate seeds and concentrated them into a spoonful of boiling, bright red pomegranate syrup.

Using a spoon to fill up the boiling pomegranate syrup, Rice tapped the bottom of the goblet with the spoon, and the pomegranate syrup was instantly transferred to the bottom of the goblet.

The boiling syrup and the liquid that was iced to nearly zero collided violently as soon as they came into contact, which really gave people a feeling of the rising sun, illuminating the sky and dispelling the darkness.

Rice remembered the introduction of the Tequila Sunrise in the encyclopedia: the bright red sun was rising on the Mexican plains where cacti grew in stars, and the sun illuminated the Mexican plains brilliantly.

He liked this feeling very much.

After taking a sip of the magic version of Tequila Sunrise he made, Rice felt the fruity aroma of fresh juice and the unique hot and spicy tequila. The rich taste was as if there was really a sun rising in his mouth.

Rice's operation had already stunned the little wizards around him: It was the same drink, but how could you play so many tricks? And this thing looks so beautiful!

"Can I have a drink?" Daphne was the first to break the window paper and "place an order" with Rice. All of the students around her pricked up their ears, and even many of the professors sitting opposite seemed to be very interested.

The expectant eyes cast by the people around him made Rice very satisfied, so he did not hesitate, shook his wand to clear a space on the table in front of him, and then lined up a dozen high-heeled glasses.

He used extremely skillful movements to make twelve cups of tequila sunrise mixed with his own understanding in one breath. After the production was completed, he snapped his fingers, and flames ignited on the surface of the twelve cocktails. The flame consumed the alcohol in the liquid, but left the flavor substances in the cup.

Rice distributed the prepared non-alcoholic cocktails to the little wizards whose eyes were almost ignited, and watched them happily taste the drinks they mixed.

Helga, who was watching the whole process, learned the method of making this cocktail almost instantly, and then immediately copied a cup.

Rice: Stare~

Helga: Hey!

Helga's cocktail added more tequila and replaced pomegranate syrup with ruby ​​red port wine. The professors obviously liked this stronger cocktail more than Les's original version.

After two glasses of Professor White's special cocktail, the fire in Professor Trelawney's heart was ignited by the strong liquor. She moved closer to Helga with a glass full of brandy. Because she was too nervous, she didn't even notice that the wine in the glass spilled on the front of her robe.

"Professor White..." Trelawney said, but when the words came to her lips, she felt nervous and her mouth was dry. She quickly took a big sip of brandy to "replenish energy" for herself.

"Excuse me, can you tell me the story of my ancestor? The prophet you once met." Her eyes were full of expectations - earlier, Trelawney had prepared a draft in advance, but after a few glasses of wine, she had forgotten the draft completely, and she actually spoke her mind.

After Helga's name was called, she had been listening carefully to the needs of this "descendant of the prophet". When she learned that Trelawney wanted to know about her ancestor's deeds, she naturally would not refuse.

"Of course, no problem, but I want to clarify one thing with you, that is, it was not me who met the prophet, but the four founders of Hogwarts at that time - this story was widely circulated in our time, and I directly borrowed it that day. I didn't expect that no one has heard of this legend now."

When they learned that it was the story of the four founders, all the professors pricked up their ears, and even Dumbledore silently put down his wine glass and knife and fork.

Professor White "retells" the story of the founders, so you have to listen carefully.

Seeing that the colleagues around him seemed very interested, Helga also sat up and entered the mode of telling bedtime stories.

[Once upon a time, there were four young wizards who set out on a journey together. They came from the barren swamp, from the quiet riverside, from the open valley, and from the dirty quagmire. ]

Les: ? ? ?

He raised his head and glanced at Helga: Are you putting private goods into the legend in front of me? !

Helga smiled mischievously: It's so interesting to tease Salazar in such a harmless place and see him get angry!

[They were on a secluded goat path, and it was almost dusk——]

Dumbledore raised his head and glanced at Professor White: Did the beginning of this story borrow something?

【Finally, they arrived at a remote village before it was completely dark. There seemed to be a bonfire party in the center of the village.

But when they approached, they found that it was not a bonfire party, nor a witch trial, but a group of Normans who invaded across the sea! They killed all the villagers, leaving only a poor woman. The barbaric Norman pirates tied her to a cross and were about to throw her into the raging fire!

The righteous Gryffindor did not want to witness this tragedy. He decided to rescue the woman despite Slytherin's obstruction. In the end, with the help of the long sword and the staff, the four rescued the woman.

After taking the woman away from danger, she told the young people that she was a prophet who could see what would happen in the future - it was this identity that allowed her to escape the Norman slaughter. 】

At this point, Helga stopped, and she was not in a hurry to continue.

She looked around and found that almost everyone had stopped eating and listened to her story attentively, and she nodded with satisfaction.

Helga took a gulp of the cocktail to moisten her throat before lowering her voice and saying, "The woman who survived the catastrophe is Professor Trelawney's ancestor, the Prophet Trelawney, or Puffett Trelawney!"

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Update is coming~

Note: These four kinds of wine represent the founders of the four major colleges~