Chapter 675 Trelawney Is Drunk
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Qing Mo Da Xian
The final act was performed by the ghost of Gryffindor House, Sir Nicholas de Mimsy Popington, aka Nearly Headless Nick.
He pressed his head with both hands, stretching the layer of skin connecting his body.
"Ah—" the girls screamed.
Gryffindor students are used to it, but Nick's next move is to throw his head out.
He rolled his eyes, stuck out his tongue, and flew into the Muggles where Lavender and Parvati were.
"Help!!!"
After two distinct screams, Nick threw his head at a nearby pumpkin.
Neville rolled his eyes up and passed out.
Amidst the screams and screams, Nick's head turned around and around.
Crabbe and Goyle squirted out the food they had barely chewed, and Pansy hurriedly wiped Draco's soiled school robe with a napkin.
Fred and George were unfazed, and even made faces.
Astoria hugged her sister Daphne tightly, and Vincent and Hermione comforted her in whispers.
Cedric and Rove were not intimidated, and even scooped up the pudding tacitly.
Nick, who didn't know how many times he swung, finally pulled his head back.
He shook his head dazedly, and bowed his thanks in great excitement.
This is a well-prepared program.
Every Gryffindor student knew that his greatest wish was to break the skin of his own neck.
Although not fully realized, it can be regarded as half realized.
The performance of the ghosts is over, and the dinner continues.
Some people were already eating desserts, while others were still eating the main course, or even didn't eat a bite, and only cared about drinking sherry.
Professor Trelawney is a wonderful flower of Hogwarts.
She rarely shows up, and doesn't interact with people much except in class.
Although she loves sherry very much, she can't say how much she can drink.
After two bottles, I was already drunk.
"Oh! My third eye just saw a terrible future!"
Trelawney staggered out of the pumpkin, raised the wine bottle high and shook it a few times.
She seemed to want to attract everyone's attention, but unfortunately only the nearby professors looked over.
Mag pursed her lips tightly, and stepped forward to support her, "Sybil, the second half has just started, are you drunk so soon?"
"No, I'm not drunk!" Trelawney took a sip of sherry, "Minerva, do you know what I just saw?"
Mag's lips pursed even tighter, "Is it a disaster? Or will anyone be in danger?"
"Eh..." Trelawney was taken aback for a moment, obviously being hit by her words.
"Come on, I'll ask Bobby to prepare some hangover soup for you."
"I told you I wasn't drunk..."
Mag decisively took her away.
Already talking nonsense, it's not far from drinking madness.
However, before walking a few steps, Trelawney suddenly lowered her head, let go and dropped the sherry she had taken a sip of.
The amber liquid was spilled on the marble floor, reflecting a pair of particularly dull eyes.
"Sybil?" McGonagall called softly.
Trelawney didn't answer, her body was trembling slightly instead.
Dumbledore and Snape stood up abruptly.
Thirteen years ago, the Hog's Head Pub...
[The one with the power to conquer the Dark Lord approaches... Born into a family that defeated the Dark Lord three times... Born at the end of the seventh month...]
Trelawney raised her head suddenly, her glazed eyes not focused anywhere.
"Sybil?" McGonagall called softly.
"He... the real Dark Lord..."
Trelawney's voice was so small that only McGonagall could hear it.
Dumbledore and Snape had to hurry over.
They saw that Mag's face became more and more weird, and finally they could only hear the end of the prophecy.
"Overcoming this challenge...he will grow up quickly...destroy the order in the magic world that has been maintained for thousands of years..."
Trelawney tilted her neck and lay down in McGonagall's arms.
Dumbledore nodded at her very seriously.
Snape sullenly followed them out of the hall.
Teachers and students are very curious about what happened, especially the other protagonist who really prophesied.
Vincent frowned, losing interest in the dessert in his hand.
"Dude, what's wrong with you?" George shook his shoulder.
"Um... I'm thinking about what happened just now."
"Old liar?" Fred spread his hands disapprovingly, "I guess he's drunk and talking nonsense."
Vincent rubbed his brows lightly, "If that's all it is, then Professor McGonagall will send her back. Why are Professor Dumbledore and Snape following?"
George curled his lips, "Brother, it's not like you don't know that you often use false predictions to fool us, maybe you got them involved this time."
Dumbledore is the principal, and it is right to care about his colleagues.
Snape was a master of potions, and the sober potion he made must be better than Madam Pomfrey's.
Curiosity is really curious, but it doesn't matter when you think about it.
Only Vincent still cared.
Dumbledore and Snape knew as well as he did what circumstances Trelawney would make a real prophecy.
Hastily passed, and left with a heavy heart.
The protagonist of the prophecy is important, as is the content of the prophecy.
Vincent smiled as if nothing had happened, "According to what you said, she offended Professor Dumbledore and Snape quite a bit this time."
Fred and George smirked, "Maybe we won't have to take the old liar again~"
Cedric subconsciously stayed away from them.
Trelawney may have no real skills, but it would be too unsympathetic to say so.
While everyone was blaming the twins, Hermione had been secretly paying attention to Vincent.
The two had been alone for almost a year, and despite the best disguise, she still found the bitterness in the smile.
What on earth does he care about?
Trelawney's prophecy?
But he himself is reluctant to take divination classes, so why would he care about the prophecy of the old liar.
Hermione hid her doubts in her heart, and joined everyone in accusing the twins of being ruthless.
"Are you kidding~"
"Is this a joke?"
The two of them had a bitter face, weakly expressing that they would definitely reflect on themselves.
George tightened his school robe, "Professor Dumbledore should have known the old liar's details long ago, and he would have been expelled long ago."
Fred shuddered subconsciously, "My back is chilled by what you said, and the gentlemen and ladies have almost learned the lesson, right?"
It's okay not to mention this, but when this is mentioned, the friends shudder inexplicably.
Vincent did not, "It turns out that everyone has such a tacit understanding."
He shook a few times in unison.
Hermione rubbed her cold little hands, "No, it's a dementor."
Those two guarding the school gate?
He actually dared to pick this time point, it seemed that he couldn't wait, and wanted to "play" with the patron saint of Suan Ni.
……
……
He pressed his head with both hands, stretching the layer of skin connecting his body.
"Ah—" the girls screamed.
Gryffindor students are used to it, but Nick's next move is to throw his head out.
He rolled his eyes, stuck out his tongue, and flew into the Muggles where Lavender and Parvati were.
"Help!!!"
After two distinct screams, Nick threw his head at a nearby pumpkin.
Neville rolled his eyes up and passed out.
Amidst the screams and screams, Nick's head turned around and around.
Crabbe and Goyle squirted out the food they had barely chewed, and Pansy hurriedly wiped Draco's soiled school robe with a napkin.
Fred and George were unfazed, and even made faces.
Astoria hugged her sister Daphne tightly, and Vincent and Hermione comforted her in whispers.
Cedric and Rove were not intimidated, and even scooped up the pudding tacitly.
Nick, who didn't know how many times he swung, finally pulled his head back.
He shook his head dazedly, and bowed his thanks in great excitement.
This is a well-prepared program.
Every Gryffindor student knew that his greatest wish was to break the skin of his own neck.
Although not fully realized, it can be regarded as half realized.
The performance of the ghosts is over, and the dinner continues.
Some people were already eating desserts, while others were still eating the main course, or even didn't eat a bite, and only cared about drinking sherry.
Professor Trelawney is a wonderful flower of Hogwarts.
She rarely shows up, and doesn't interact with people much except in class.
Although she loves sherry very much, she can't say how much she can drink.
After two bottles, I was already drunk.
"Oh! My third eye just saw a terrible future!"
Trelawney staggered out of the pumpkin, raised the wine bottle high and shook it a few times.
She seemed to want to attract everyone's attention, but unfortunately only the nearby professors looked over.
Mag pursed her lips tightly, and stepped forward to support her, "Sybil, the second half has just started, are you drunk so soon?"
"No, I'm not drunk!" Trelawney took a sip of sherry, "Minerva, do you know what I just saw?"
Mag's lips pursed even tighter, "Is it a disaster? Or will anyone be in danger?"
"Eh..." Trelawney was taken aback for a moment, obviously being hit by her words.
"Come on, I'll ask Bobby to prepare some hangover soup for you."
"I told you I wasn't drunk..."
Mag decisively took her away.
Already talking nonsense, it's not far from drinking madness.
However, before walking a few steps, Trelawney suddenly lowered her head, let go and dropped the sherry she had taken a sip of.
The amber liquid was spilled on the marble floor, reflecting a pair of particularly dull eyes.
"Sybil?" McGonagall called softly.
Trelawney didn't answer, her body was trembling slightly instead.
Dumbledore and Snape stood up abruptly.
Thirteen years ago, the Hog's Head Pub...
[The one with the power to conquer the Dark Lord approaches... Born into a family that defeated the Dark Lord three times... Born at the end of the seventh month...]
Trelawney raised her head suddenly, her glazed eyes not focused anywhere.
"Sybil?" McGonagall called softly.
"He... the real Dark Lord..."
Trelawney's voice was so small that only McGonagall could hear it.
Dumbledore and Snape had to hurry over.
They saw that Mag's face became more and more weird, and finally they could only hear the end of the prophecy.
"Overcoming this challenge...he will grow up quickly...destroy the order in the magic world that has been maintained for thousands of years..."
Trelawney tilted her neck and lay down in McGonagall's arms.
Dumbledore nodded at her very seriously.
Snape sullenly followed them out of the hall.
Teachers and students are very curious about what happened, especially the other protagonist who really prophesied.
Vincent frowned, losing interest in the dessert in his hand.
"Dude, what's wrong with you?" George shook his shoulder.
"Um... I'm thinking about what happened just now."
"Old liar?" Fred spread his hands disapprovingly, "I guess he's drunk and talking nonsense."
Vincent rubbed his brows lightly, "If that's all it is, then Professor McGonagall will send her back. Why are Professor Dumbledore and Snape following?"
George curled his lips, "Brother, it's not like you don't know that you often use false predictions to fool us, maybe you got them involved this time."
Dumbledore is the principal, and it is right to care about his colleagues.
Snape was a master of potions, and the sober potion he made must be better than Madam Pomfrey's.
Curiosity is really curious, but it doesn't matter when you think about it.
Only Vincent still cared.
Dumbledore and Snape knew as well as he did what circumstances Trelawney would make a real prophecy.
Hastily passed, and left with a heavy heart.
The protagonist of the prophecy is important, as is the content of the prophecy.
Vincent smiled as if nothing had happened, "According to what you said, she offended Professor Dumbledore and Snape quite a bit this time."
Fred and George smirked, "Maybe we won't have to take the old liar again~"
Cedric subconsciously stayed away from them.
Trelawney may have no real skills, but it would be too unsympathetic to say so.
While everyone was blaming the twins, Hermione had been secretly paying attention to Vincent.
The two had been alone for almost a year, and despite the best disguise, she still found the bitterness in the smile.
What on earth does he care about?
Trelawney's prophecy?
But he himself is reluctant to take divination classes, so why would he care about the prophecy of the old liar.
Hermione hid her doubts in her heart, and joined everyone in accusing the twins of being ruthless.
"Are you kidding~"
"Is this a joke?"
The two of them had a bitter face, weakly expressing that they would definitely reflect on themselves.
George tightened his school robe, "Professor Dumbledore should have known the old liar's details long ago, and he would have been expelled long ago."
Fred shuddered subconsciously, "My back is chilled by what you said, and the gentlemen and ladies have almost learned the lesson, right?"
It's okay not to mention this, but when this is mentioned, the friends shudder inexplicably.
Vincent did not, "It turns out that everyone has such a tacit understanding."
He shook a few times in unison.
Hermione rubbed her cold little hands, "No, it's a dementor."
Those two guarding the school gate?
He actually dared to pick this time point, it seemed that he couldn't wait, and wanted to "play" with the patron saint of Suan Ni.
……
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