Chapter 375 Helga Tells Stories: The Prophet Trelawney

It was naturally Daphne who urged them to enter. She didn't quite understand why Professor Rice and White suddenly stood at the door of the auditorium without moving.

After gently calling their names, Les and Helga quickly shook off their reminiscences of the past and walked quickly into the auditorium filled with Christmas decorations.

Many people had already taken their seats. Les took a quick look and saw that there were about four or five people from each college. The vacancy in Slytherin College was filled by him and the Greengrass sisters.

As if there was a tacit rule, the students sat as far away from the teacher as possible. The teacher chose to sit on one side of the rectangular table, and the students would choose to sit on the opposite side or diagonal.

Naturally, Rice didn't want to break the rules, so he took Daphne and Astoria to find a place as far away from the professors as possible.

As for Helga, she can only sit with her colleagues, haha! Les thought gloatingly.

After complaining about the old venomous man pretending to be young countless times in her heart, Helga walked towards the side of the table occupied by the professors who stayed on campus.

Perhaps due to the excessive work pressure, most of the professors at Hogwarts are loners, so quite a few professors choose to stay at school during Christmas. McGonagall, Snape, Sprout and Flitwick are all there, and of course Dumbledore.

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

She wore a dress covered in green sequins, which made her look a bit like a green scarab beetle.

"Sybill, I'm so glad you're here!" Dumbledore was a little surprised: Trelawney usually stayed at home and rarely left her west tower, but he didn't expect her to come to the hall to attend the Christmas party today.

Dumbledore knew exactly what Trelawney was doing, so he even stood up to welcome her.

He knew 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 blurred and distant voice. "I saw myself sharing food and drink with everyone. How could I resist the urging of fate? So I immediately changed into new clothes and rushed here. Fortunately, I was not late."

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

Herbal formulas used by ancient prophets for divination!

She has been coveting this for a long time.

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

After that, Trelawney made it her top priority to obtain the formula for this herbal medicine. 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 for choking herself and making her tears flow.

After several failed attempts, Trelawney realized that if she wanted to get the herbal formula, she had to start from Professor White.

So she found an excuse to show up during the Christmas party.

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

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

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

Sprout: ?

Other professors:?

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

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

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

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

He had a feeling that was unexpected, yet reasonable. Yes, if he had to choose a student from Hufflepuff House to train, he might make the same choice. However, his selection range would be wider, because there is another candidate...

"Diggory? It seems that your stomach is unwilling 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 mid-air, which spun twice in the air and then fell with a dull thud between two Hufflepuff students.

With Dumbledore offering him the stairs, Cedric went down the slope and joined the banquet.

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

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 a few cups, but under Les's stern supervision, both of them gave up the idea of ​​drinking - 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 imperceptibly. He looked down and found a silver wine jug in front of him.

Oh? !

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

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

Rice 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 had entered his mouth.

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

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

Rice's eyes wandered around the long table. Fortunately, all the raw materials were available, so he started immediately.

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

Then Les added a large amount of orange juice into the glass, and with the help of the stirring spell, the orange juice and tequila were thoroughly mixed.

Finally, Rice took a pomegranate from the fruit basket and snapped his fingers to make the pomegranate seeds fall out of the pomegranate. Rice took out a small crucible, conjured a ball of magic fire, squeezed the pomegranate seeds and concentrated them into a spoonful of hot, bright red pomegranate syrup.

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

The scalding syrup that is close to boiling and the liquid that is almost iced to zero point collide violently when they come into contact. Visually, it really gives people a feeling of the rising sun illuminating the sky and dispelling the darkness.

Rice remembered the encyclopedia's introduction to the Tequila Sunrise: A bright red sun was rising over the Mexican plains dotted with cacti, illuminating the plains with its brilliant light.

He liked this feeling very much.

After taking a sip of the magical version of Tequila Sunrise he made himself, Rice felt the fruity aroma of the fresh juice and the unique hot and spicy taste of tequila. The taste was so rich that it seemed as if a sun was really rising in his mouth, leaving an endless aftertaste.

Rice's operation has already stunned the little wizards around him: How can you play so many tricks with the same drink? 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 a sudden, all the students around her pricked up their ears, and even many professors sitting opposite seemed to be very interested.

The expectant eyes from all around him made Les extremely satisfied, so without hesitation, he 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 preparation was completed, he snapped his fingers, and flames ignited on the surface of the twelve cocktails. The flames consumed all the alcohol in the liquid, but left the flavor substances in the cup.

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

Helga, who was watching the whole process, learned how to make this cocktail almost instantly and immediately copied one.

Les: Look!

Helga: Hey!

The professors clearly preferred Helga's cocktail, which had more tequila and ruby-red port instead of grenadine, to Rice's original.

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 began to speak, but when the words came to her lips, she felt nervous and her mouth was dry. She quickly took a big gulp of brandy to "replenish her energy".

"Could you please tell me the story of my ancestor? The prophet you once met?" Her eyes were full of anticipation - earlier, Trelawney had prepared a speech in advance, but after a few drinks, she had completely forgotten the speech and she actually spoke her mind.

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

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

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

You must listen carefully to Professor White's "retelling" of the founder's story.

Seeing that her colleagues around her seemed very interested, Helga sat up straight and started telling bedtime stories.

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

Les:? ? ?

He raised his head and glanced at Helga: Are you trying to insert something personal into the legend right in front of me?!

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

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

Dumbledore raised his head and glanced at Professor White: Is the beginning of this story borrowed from something?

[Finally, they arrived at a remote village before it got completely dark. There seemed to be a bonfire party going on in the center of the village.

But when they got closer, they found that it was not a bonfire party or 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 blazing fire!

The righteous Gryffindor did not want to witness this tragedy, and he decided to rescue the woman despite Slytherin's obstruction. In the end, with the help of the 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 massacre.

Having said this, Helga paused and she was not in a hurry to continue.

She looked around and found that almost everyone had stopped eating and was listening to her story attentively. She nodded with satisfaction.

Helga took a gulp of 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~