Dumbledore's movements were faster than William imagined.

After that night, less than two days later, he waited for Fox.

This also shows the principal's impatientness. He does not want another Horcrux to fall into Tom's hands.

Fox suddenly appeared in the classroom, which scared the students.

Where did this big bird come from?!

Fox was also a little confused. Could it be that he came to the wrong classroom?

It sniffed. Weirdly, why is the smell of fried eggs filled the air?

It looked around and finally found the source of all evil.

It turned out that a green flame was lit on William's desk.

There was a pan on the flame, with seven or eight eggs beating in the pan, which had turned into golden fried eggs, exuding an attractive fragrance.

Is this a divination lesson?

That’s right, this is really Professor Trelawney’s divination class!

William has never taken this course in the next semester of the third grade.

But now it's about to take the exam, so he will check if there are any private goods.

Professor Trelawney teaches that so many students can live like this every year... it should be a bit of a big deal.

In this class, Professor Trelawney was teaching everyone to use eggs to divine.

Egg divination is a branch of divination. The method is to break the egg and divine according to the form of the egg yolk falling.

However, many students are too unsatisfied and pick up the raw eggs and pour them into their mouths after breaking them.

Especially McLagan, he ate seven or eight in a row, and then... he got diarrhea.

At the strong request of the classmates, William made a magic fire and placed it on the table. Magic potions were added on the table and they would not be burned by the flames.

So, a good divination class turned into a food class, and the classroom was filled with the smell of smoke and fire.

As for Professor Trelawney, she seemed to be drinking too much fake wine and was slumping on the chair.

It is said that we should use the Tianmu to see the future, but in fact, we are sleeping secretly.

All the snoring sounds were heard.

Fox's small breasts and fat buttocks made many students' eyes lit up.

Is this the staple food for today?

Coupled with fried eggs, I love you, I love you!

Fox also glanced at the pot of eggs and couldn't help swallowing.

I recently accompanied Dumbledore to search everywhere, and every time it was almost midnight. It hadn't had time to eat today.

Seeing Fox, William stood up and walked towards Trelawney. He whispered:

"Professor, the principal has something to ask me for, so I'll leave first."

Professor Trelawney woke up suddenly, stretched his hand towards the crystal ball on the table, and murmured:

"I haven't slept, no! Minerva, don't deduct my salary randomly, I warn you..."

“…”

Trelawney opened her eyes and found it was William, so she wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth and said quickly: "

"Well, William, what are you doing? I just immersed in the future world and couldn't extricate myself from hearing you."

"Professor Dumbledore has something to ask me for." William pointed to Fox.

Unexpectedly, it was stealing fried eggs.

Stop, Fox!

Look at your never-seeing world!

"William, I advise you not to go." Professor Trelawney returned to his old charlatan.

She said mysteriously:

"I just traveled in the future, staring at the abyss with my eyes... guess what I saw staring at me?"

"The abyss is staring at you?" William guessed.

"Or a river formed by Sherry wine?"

"It's death, my dear." Professor Trelawney sighed seriously.

She said in a tone of sadness:

"It is coming, getting closer and closer, like a red dragon and a white dragon hovering above its head, getting lower and lower...just above the castle...many people are about to die..."

"Well, but I think I'm going to be late." William pretended to look at the watch. "Professor McGonagall is probably waiting for me there too."

Professor Trelawney's face changed immediately, and she waved her hand as if she was driving away mosquitoes.

"Go away quickly! I haven't slept just now, don't talk nonsense in front of Minerva! I'll warn you!"

William was about to walk out of the room and found that Folk did not follow him.

It has already started grabbing fried eggs from the autumn bowl.

William walked over, grabbed the long tail feather of Fox, and dragged it outside.

Look at your unpromising look!

It really embarrasses the principal.

...

...

The underground classroom was as cold as if it was frozen.

Some people are very weird and seem to be not afraid of the cold. Even in the middle of winter, they only wear the thinnest coats.

I don't even wear long-skin pants.

This kind of person who only has the temperament and does not have the warmth are generally called "selling good-looking"!

Professor Snape likes to be pretty. In such a cold day, he is just wearing a thin black robe.

That's what he likes to wear in summer...well, he wears this dress all year round.

But the underground classroom was very cold, so he had to shrank his head and kept walking around the classroom.

So, his temper became even more irritable.

"Longbaton, take your head out of the heel and use it once! Where is your salamander's blood?"

Neville hurriedly picked up a bottle and poured all the blood in.

The crucible whipped the ground, and a large amount of flames appeared, emitting a scent of burnt rubber that was rushing.

"It's zero points again, Longbottom." Snape said viciously.

Ron couldn't help laughing.

"Laugh, didn't you say you, Weasley?" he turned his head.

Ron shut up immediately.

"It seems that being a warrior has made your already fat face even more swelling." Snape said sarcastically.

"Gryffindor deducted five points!"

He stared at Harry's potion again, showing a malicious smile.

Harry lowered his head and pounded a bowl of scarab, as if it was Snape's face.

His potion has turned all black, like a paste.

But Harry had no idea what was wrong.

"Before Halloween, I told you that you will poison one of you before Christmas to see if their antidote works..."

Snape's thin lips twisted and stared at Harry and said, "I think... it's time."

Not only Harry, all the students held their breath.

In fact, the class only had Hermione's antidote, which met the silver cyclone that Snape required.

And she only took half an hour to make it.

Snape is familiar with Hermione's many methods of processing materials... It is exactly the same as William.

There are even some techniques, exactly the same as his.

Snape knew what Hermione learned from William, but he didn't know where William learned from.

At this time, the door of the underground classroom was knocked and everyone turned their heads to look.
To be continued...