Chapter 337 The Horse Man and the New Professor
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
"Our divination professor just disappeared?"
Ron's expression was dull. He was almost shocked by Johnny's silver-handed money just now.
Harry nodded with difficulty, still remembering the six Firebolts.
I think he was as happy as a brat when he received the Firebolt, and because Hermione told Professor McGonagall that he had a cold war with Hermione.
"When did the Firebolt become so worthless." He murmured to himself, feeling unreal.
Hermione felt that it was a good thing that Trelawney had left, after all, she was considered untalented by Trelawney and gave up that subject.
Even Professor McGonagall felt that Trelawney's subjects were not rigorous, and she felt that it might not be a big deal.
Lavender and Parvati are worried. Although it is a good thing that Professor Trelawney has found a new job, they have no divination class.
Fortunately, Dumbledore solved the matter.
He actually found a centaur.
This made Umbridge very angry. When Dumbledore was late, it turned out that he had brought the centaur here.
Parvati, who thought she didn't have a divination class, was immediately attracted to her.
Who made this horse man look so handsome.
Pale blonde hair, amazingly blue eyes.
Firenze.
John saw Firenze appearing on the stage. Judging from his chest with hoof marks, he probably experienced a centaur battle just now.
"Working for humans, with the horse people's arrogant temperament, it is probably not easy."
Glancing at Firenze's arrival, John had seen enough of the farce.
He turned and left here.
...
Umbridge's domineering effect was immediate, and soon the disobedient students became honest.
What they were thinking was that Umbridge would fire even the teaching staff, so would it be the same for their students?
Malfoy went to Quidditch training, and Montague didn't want to make himself the most failed captain on the pillar of shame in Slytherin, and he also started to go crazy.
Even Malfoy sometimes felt that Montague was not treating the team members as human beings.
John opened the reply letter brought by Basil, which said that Trelawney was drunk in the magic divination pavilion.
At the same time, Tang Mi couldn't understand why John wanted to open a divination pavilion to support Trelawney.
It would be fine if it was really someone with strong divination ability, but Tang Mi didn't see how powerful Trelawney was?
Just because she is the great-great-granddaughter of a famous prophet?
John smiled slightly, of course it's not that simple.
He poached Trelawney because he knew that she was a person with real ability, and the famous prophecy of the savior came from this person.
Trelawney was capable, John could confirm that.
But after Trelawney's ability was triggered, she herself didn't remember it, so she looked like a liar.
Besides, the other party was also the one who had taught him how to prophesy, and John opened the magic divination pavilion just to keep him.
It looks like a divination pavilion, but in fact there is no second fortune teller inside.
There are many crystal balls, and if Trelawney triggers the divination, it will be recorded.
As for raising one more person?
With his current financial resources, he can support Hogwarts. Does he still care about this?
Burn the letter, John knew Dumbledore would read his mind.
He doesn't mind, anyway, he has a clear purpose.
Opening the calendar, John ticked a red circle on it.
Looking at the days to wait, he thought for a while, and wrote a new letter to Basil.
"Let Riddle hand over to Old Batty."
Basil nodded and flew up after taking it. Tom ran over to rub his thigh, and John opened his mouth to take a look.
Tom's teeth have become a little strange. If you look closely, you can see that his teeth have become a little elongated.
Like a row of sharp sawtooths.
Tom blinked while John checked his teeth.
"There hasn't been much rejection."
John put Tom down, touched his chin, and said, "Maybe I should find you a test subject."
Tom stuck out his tongue at John flatteringly, but John avoided him in disgust.
After playing around with Tom in a good mood for a while, John headed to the Slytherin common room.
John habitually picked up the cup on the table and took a sip of water, casually looking at the third grade boys reading in the lounge.
He was Pansy's little boyfriend, and he was very popular in the third grade.
Astoria ran to watch Malfoy's training, and Daphne followed her to watch her sister.
If Astoria did anything, it would only be Malfoy who would suffer.
After all, there is no reason for a sister to do anything to her sister, and Malfoy deserves to be mourned in silence.
After drinking the water, John casually put down and stood up.
His body swayed, as if he was hypoglycemic.
"I don't know when I can eat."
Muttering something, John walked out of the lounge.
...
At noon, John saw Pansy and Daphne coming.
"You don't let that guy touch my things." Daphne said, and Pan Xi apologized repeatedly.
Seeing the food brought by Daphne, John silently shifted his gaze and asked, "What's wrong?"
"It's not Pansy's rude boyfriend." Daphne sat down angrily. "He touched my kitchen utensils."
John asked in surprise, "Why is he in the kitchen?"
Pansy said sheepishly, "He likes photography and wants to capture house-elves at work."
"So you took him to my exclusive place?" Daphne glared at Pansy.
Pan Xi, who was signed to many unequal treaties, did not dare to refute, so she had to apologize for her little boyfriend.
Daphne was very angry, the kind that couldn't be coaxed well.
"No one can touch my kitchen utensils, they are specially used for John's cooking!" Daphne's voice amplified.
Pansy poked Goyle and asked him to intercede with her.
Goyle poked Crabbe, and Crabbe poked Malfoy.
After all, Malfoy and Pansy were also childhood sweethearts. He brushed his hair and said to Daphne, "For my sake."
"roll!"
"okay."
He forgot that he has no face.
Because Astoria was entangled in the matter of the boy being in two boats, he didn't want to say anything nice.
"Okay, Daphne," John said, "sit down and eat."
Daphne sat down obediently, and Pansy silently gave a thumbs up.
What does it mean to be coaxed badly, it's just that the people who are coaxed are wrong.
This further strengthened Astoria's plan. If her sister fails for a day, won't the Greengrass family never have peace?
After eating the meal made by Daphne, John wiped his mouth gracefully.
"Draco, stop by the Stars Club after dinner."
With a word to Malfoy, John got up to leave.
Just when he got up, he accidentally knocked the cup.
In the past, John's reflexes must be able to catch him before he falls.
But this time, the glass fell to the floor, and John looked at his hands.
"John?" Malfoy looked up at John.
"It's okay." John waved his hand, picked up the cup, put it back on the table, and walked out of the auditorium.
Dumbledore's eyes turned to John, and fell on the cup.
Snape also noticed that question, and he looked at the cup in the same way with an inquiring look.
...
Star Club.
John shook the test tube, and the blood and transparent liquid in it fused together with the shaking, and finally settled at the bottom.
He put down the test tube just as Malfoy walked in.
"I need you to do something for me, Draco." John turned to look at Malfoy.
Malfoy was fiddling with his hairstyle, and when he heard this, he applied hairspray to his hair and asked, "What's the matter?"
"Write a letter to your mother."
"Huh?" Malfoy's expression was indescribably weird.
John glanced at him and said, "Just tell her, what day is Mr. K's meeting time?"
"Mr. K?" Malfoy asked inexplicably, "When did my mother know that person?"
"You are not your mother, it's not surprising that you don't know each other."
John said to Malfoy, "Remember to write it yourself, and let me know if you reply."
"Okay." Malfoy agreed with some difficulty, and asked suspiciously, "Voldemort is at my house, and I'm afraid he will check my letter."
"Your mother will take care of it." John told him not to worry.
Malfoy wrote a letter and sent it by owl.
When Malfoy left, John looked back at the test tube, and the liquid inside turned black.
He looked at the test tube meaningfully and said, "Sometimes, the simpler the plan, the more useful it is."
He hid the test tube so no one could see it.
...
Ron's expression was dull. He was almost shocked by Johnny's silver-handed money just now.
Harry nodded with difficulty, still remembering the six Firebolts.
I think he was as happy as a brat when he received the Firebolt, and because Hermione told Professor McGonagall that he had a cold war with Hermione.
"When did the Firebolt become so worthless." He murmured to himself, feeling unreal.
Hermione felt that it was a good thing that Trelawney had left, after all, she was considered untalented by Trelawney and gave up that subject.
Even Professor McGonagall felt that Trelawney's subjects were not rigorous, and she felt that it might not be a big deal.
Lavender and Parvati are worried. Although it is a good thing that Professor Trelawney has found a new job, they have no divination class.
Fortunately, Dumbledore solved the matter.
He actually found a centaur.
This made Umbridge very angry. When Dumbledore was late, it turned out that he had brought the centaur here.
Parvati, who thought she didn't have a divination class, was immediately attracted to her.
Who made this horse man look so handsome.
Pale blonde hair, amazingly blue eyes.
Firenze.
John saw Firenze appearing on the stage. Judging from his chest with hoof marks, he probably experienced a centaur battle just now.
"Working for humans, with the horse people's arrogant temperament, it is probably not easy."
Glancing at Firenze's arrival, John had seen enough of the farce.
He turned and left here.
...
Umbridge's domineering effect was immediate, and soon the disobedient students became honest.
What they were thinking was that Umbridge would fire even the teaching staff, so would it be the same for their students?
Malfoy went to Quidditch training, and Montague didn't want to make himself the most failed captain on the pillar of shame in Slytherin, and he also started to go crazy.
Even Malfoy sometimes felt that Montague was not treating the team members as human beings.
John opened the reply letter brought by Basil, which said that Trelawney was drunk in the magic divination pavilion.
At the same time, Tang Mi couldn't understand why John wanted to open a divination pavilion to support Trelawney.
It would be fine if it was really someone with strong divination ability, but Tang Mi didn't see how powerful Trelawney was?
Just because she is the great-great-granddaughter of a famous prophet?
John smiled slightly, of course it's not that simple.
He poached Trelawney because he knew that she was a person with real ability, and the famous prophecy of the savior came from this person.
Trelawney was capable, John could confirm that.
But after Trelawney's ability was triggered, she herself didn't remember it, so she looked like a liar.
Besides, the other party was also the one who had taught him how to prophesy, and John opened the magic divination pavilion just to keep him.
It looks like a divination pavilion, but in fact there is no second fortune teller inside.
There are many crystal balls, and if Trelawney triggers the divination, it will be recorded.
As for raising one more person?
With his current financial resources, he can support Hogwarts. Does he still care about this?
Burn the letter, John knew Dumbledore would read his mind.
He doesn't mind, anyway, he has a clear purpose.
Opening the calendar, John ticked a red circle on it.
Looking at the days to wait, he thought for a while, and wrote a new letter to Basil.
"Let Riddle hand over to Old Batty."
Basil nodded and flew up after taking it. Tom ran over to rub his thigh, and John opened his mouth to take a look.
Tom's teeth have become a little strange. If you look closely, you can see that his teeth have become a little elongated.
Like a row of sharp sawtooths.
Tom blinked while John checked his teeth.
"There hasn't been much rejection."
John put Tom down, touched his chin, and said, "Maybe I should find you a test subject."
Tom stuck out his tongue at John flatteringly, but John avoided him in disgust.
After playing around with Tom in a good mood for a while, John headed to the Slytherin common room.
John habitually picked up the cup on the table and took a sip of water, casually looking at the third grade boys reading in the lounge.
He was Pansy's little boyfriend, and he was very popular in the third grade.
Astoria ran to watch Malfoy's training, and Daphne followed her to watch her sister.
If Astoria did anything, it would only be Malfoy who would suffer.
After all, there is no reason for a sister to do anything to her sister, and Malfoy deserves to be mourned in silence.
After drinking the water, John casually put down and stood up.
His body swayed, as if he was hypoglycemic.
"I don't know when I can eat."
Muttering something, John walked out of the lounge.
...
At noon, John saw Pansy and Daphne coming.
"You don't let that guy touch my things." Daphne said, and Pan Xi apologized repeatedly.
Seeing the food brought by Daphne, John silently shifted his gaze and asked, "What's wrong?"
"It's not Pansy's rude boyfriend." Daphne sat down angrily. "He touched my kitchen utensils."
John asked in surprise, "Why is he in the kitchen?"
Pansy said sheepishly, "He likes photography and wants to capture house-elves at work."
"So you took him to my exclusive place?" Daphne glared at Pansy.
Pan Xi, who was signed to many unequal treaties, did not dare to refute, so she had to apologize for her little boyfriend.
Daphne was very angry, the kind that couldn't be coaxed well.
"No one can touch my kitchen utensils, they are specially used for John's cooking!" Daphne's voice amplified.
Pansy poked Goyle and asked him to intercede with her.
Goyle poked Crabbe, and Crabbe poked Malfoy.
After all, Malfoy and Pansy were also childhood sweethearts. He brushed his hair and said to Daphne, "For my sake."
"roll!"
"okay."
He forgot that he has no face.
Because Astoria was entangled in the matter of the boy being in two boats, he didn't want to say anything nice.
"Okay, Daphne," John said, "sit down and eat."
Daphne sat down obediently, and Pansy silently gave a thumbs up.
What does it mean to be coaxed badly, it's just that the people who are coaxed are wrong.
This further strengthened Astoria's plan. If her sister fails for a day, won't the Greengrass family never have peace?
After eating the meal made by Daphne, John wiped his mouth gracefully.
"Draco, stop by the Stars Club after dinner."
With a word to Malfoy, John got up to leave.
Just when he got up, he accidentally knocked the cup.
In the past, John's reflexes must be able to catch him before he falls.
But this time, the glass fell to the floor, and John looked at his hands.
"John?" Malfoy looked up at John.
"It's okay." John waved his hand, picked up the cup, put it back on the table, and walked out of the auditorium.
Dumbledore's eyes turned to John, and fell on the cup.
Snape also noticed that question, and he looked at the cup in the same way with an inquiring look.
...
Star Club.
John shook the test tube, and the blood and transparent liquid in it fused together with the shaking, and finally settled at the bottom.
He put down the test tube just as Malfoy walked in.
"I need you to do something for me, Draco." John turned to look at Malfoy.
Malfoy was fiddling with his hairstyle, and when he heard this, he applied hairspray to his hair and asked, "What's the matter?"
"Write a letter to your mother."
"Huh?" Malfoy's expression was indescribably weird.
John glanced at him and said, "Just tell her, what day is Mr. K's meeting time?"
"Mr. K?" Malfoy asked inexplicably, "When did my mother know that person?"
"You are not your mother, it's not surprising that you don't know each other."
John said to Malfoy, "Remember to write it yourself, and let me know if you reply."
"Okay." Malfoy agreed with some difficulty, and asked suspiciously, "Voldemort is at my house, and I'm afraid he will check my letter."
"Your mother will take care of it." John told him not to worry.
Malfoy wrote a letter and sent it by owl.
When Malfoy left, John looked back at the test tube, and the liquid inside turned black.
He looked at the test tube meaningfully and said, "Sometimes, the simpler the plan, the more useful it is."
He hid the test tube so no one could see it.
...
