I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Chapter 206 The Prophet's Great-Great-Great-Granddaughter
"Don't worry, we can persuade the snails when the snails grow up, so that Hagrid may be able to listen to it. After all, he has suffered a lot and he will be able to listen."

"Yeah, it won't matter if they turn out to be good for seasickness or something, right?" Harry said suddenly happily.

Today's lunch is potatoes and lamb chops. Since Hermione successfully built her body, her food intake has also increased day by day. Now she can eat the amount of three people in one meal. Although it is not as good as Orlando, it is already very scary.

Hermione didn't have Orlando's thick skin, and she still controlled her appetite a lot of the time, and even that was scary.No, at the Gryffindor dining table, a group of people were watching her eat in awe.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Hermione's mouth was stuffed with bean sprouts, and she realized that this was not Longxiang Manor, not her own restaurant, and there were hundreds of classmates around her.

"When did you become so edible?" Hermione's roommate Parvati Patil asked in surprise.

Hermione quickly swallowed the food wrapped in her mouth, put down the knife and fork with a blushing face, and explained: "I'm a little hungry today, I just ate a little too much, so there's no need to make such a fuss."

"You have eaten three pizzas and two plates of potato salad, which is called a little bit?" Lavender Brown said exaggeratedly.

Now Hermione couldn't help it, her face was flushed and she didn't know how to explain it. After all, the school meals were rationed, and if she ate more, others ate less.

Hermione wiped her mouth with a napkin, then stood up, "Eat slowly, I'm full." Then she walked out.

"Did I say something wrong?" Seeing Orlando, Harry, and Ron looking at her with hatred, Lavender Brown asked a little guilty.

Orlando didn't bother to talk nonsense to her, he waved his wand, packed the food in front of him, and then chased Hermione out of the restaurant.

"Hermione, wait for me." Orlando called to her at the end of the corridor.

"What's the matter with you?" Orlando held her hand, and Hermione's eyes were red with an aggrieved look, "What's the matter, don't bother with them if you gossip!"

Orlando took her to the Room of Requirement on the eighth floor, comforted her all the way, and then made her smile.

"Eat it, I'll pack it for you, there's no one here, so feel free to eat it boldly."

"Do you dislike me too?" Hermione asked while staring at Orlando without touching the food.

"How could I dislike you? Your food intake is less than half of mine. If you dislike me, you are the one who dislikes me."

"But I'm a girl, I'll be gossiped if I eat so much."

"They are envious, jealous, envious of your good appetite, jealous that you don't gain weight no matter what you eat, and hate that you have such an excellent boyfriend as me, you know?"

Hermione burst out laughing, "Shameless, how can you praise yourself so much."

Orlando picked up a piece of pizza and dipped it in soy sauce and handed it to her, "Pizza with sauce is delicious, try it quickly."

Hermione ate with big mouthfuls. Orlando watched her eating and said, "Come here after you finish your meal. I'll ask the house elf to prepare something for you, okay?"

"Are you really not afraid that I will grow into a fat man?" Hermione pouted a little dissatisfied. After all, girls love beauty, especially in front of their sweetheart.

"You can't get fat. Believe me, after building your body, your metabolism is several times that of a normal person. This situation will continue until you become an adult, so you have to consume a lot of food to maintain nutritional balance. Therefore, it is difficult for you to gain weight."

Hermione was thoughtful. She has felt that not only her strength has increased recently, but also her magic power and spiritual power have also increased significantly. Some spells that were quite difficult for her before can now be cast easily. little difficulty.

"I'll listen to you."

The bell for afternoon classes rang, and Orlando and Hermione descended from the eighth floor to the north tower, where at the top of a narrow spiral staircase a silver stepladder led to a trap in the ceiling The door, that's where Professor Trelawney lives.

When they came to the top of the stepladder, a sweet, smoky smell hit their nostrils.Everything here is the same as before, the curtains are drawn tightly, many lamps are lit in the circular room, and the lamps are covered with scarves and shawls, so that the whole room is enveloped in a hazy red light. .

By this time the room was full, and Orlando and Hermione made their way through the messy mass of calico seats and futons in the room, and Harry and Ron had arrived, leaving two seats open for them.

"You're late." Ron reminded in a low voice.

"I was delayed on the road, have you started the lecture yet?" Hermione sat down.

"That's not it." Ron was about to say something, but when he saw Professor Trelawney walking towards them, he quickly shut his mouth.

"Hello." Professor Trelawney walked to the small round table and said in her ethereal, ethereal voice.

"Hi, professor." Orlando replied politely.

Professor Trelawney was a thin woman with enormous spectacles which made her eyes startlingly large in her thin face.

Now she was staring down at Orlando with a tragic expression on her face.Her strings of beads, necklaces, and bracelets glistened as usual in the firelight.

"The gaze of my heart penetrates the darkness and sees the evil approaching. Unfortunately, unfortunately, people are still immersed in the hustle and bustle of the past without realizing it. The evil returns from hell with vengeance, and the endless flames of war will be rekindled Since then, his wrath needs sacrifices, and you, the youngest representative of the Wizengamot in the wizarding world, will undoubtedly be the best."

"You" Hermione was angry.Although she didn't understand what Professor Trelawney was talking about, she still understood the last sentence. What kind of anger needs sacrifices to extinguish it. This is cursing Orlando to die.

Orlando held her back, prevented her from speaking, and pushed her down on the chair.

"Professor, is there any way to avoid my tragic fate?" Orlando asked politely, his tone seemed to be talking about what to eat tonight.

Trelawney froze for a moment, seeming to be very surprised at this student's mind and determination, after all, not anyone can face the death sentence calmly like him.

"Fate is so unpredictable and unpredictable. It is not something that ordinary people can peek at. It is a fluke for me to see a corner. I can only advise you that it is best to remain anonymous." Her voice gradually It got lower, and finally became a whisper.

"You mean to make Orlando give up the qualification of the Wizengamot's youth representative?" Hermione couldn't bear it anymore, and interjected.

"You can think so." Professor Trelawney glanced at her and said nothing.

Hermione still wanted to speak, but was stopped by Orlando, who shook his head at Hermione to signal her not to speak.

"Thank you professor, I will seriously consider your opinion."

Orlando's sincerity was so ingratiating to Trelawney, that she resolved not to embarrass the polite lad any more, and floated past them, sitting on a large winged backrest in front of the fire. chair, facing the whole class.

Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil seemed overwhelmed by her, and especially admired Professor Trelawney, sitting on futons very close to her.

"My dear, it is time for us to study the stars," said Professor Trelawney. "The movements of the planets, and the mysterious signs they display, can only be understood by those who know the rules of the dance of the sky. The destiny of mankind can be determined by to decipher the radiant light of the planet, which intermingles with each other..."

If the reason why Hermione didn't like divination in the past was because the course was too unreliable, and there were no fixed answers to the things she learned, which made her uncomfortable as a top student, then even the teacher who teaches the class, Trelaw Ni also hated it together.She sat there very upright, not speaking or responding to Orlando until the end of get out of class.

"Why didn't you let me refute her?" Hermione couldn't bear it anymore and said angrily on the way back to the tower.

"That's right, Professor McGonagall said she was a liar." Ron chimed in. The reason why he chose this course was because it had less homework and he could be lazy in class.

"Nicole Flamel once told me that Sybill Patricia Trelawney's great-grandmother, Cassandra, was a famous prophet when she was alive. Do you know what the title of prophet means?"

"What does it mean?" Harry asked subconsciously.

"It means that the great magician who can really see through the future and predict the future is the most authoritative one in this field. He had the same status as Nicole Flamel at that time."

"So powerful? But what does this have to do with Trelawney?" Hermione still didn't understand.

"Dumbledore doesn't like Trelawney either. He doesn't have much interest in divination and prophecy. It can be said that he doesn't believe in it at all, but he is still willing to hire her as a professor. Do you know why?" Orlando Instead of answering directly, he asked rhetorically.

"Why?" Harry and Ron became interested.

"Because prophecy is about innate talent, without blood inheritance, it is very rare to have this ability, and Professor Trelawney has this kind of blood, and it is the blood of the prophet. This ability flows in the blood, maybe The sky will explode. As long as there is only one time, one time to truly predict the future, there are too many things that can be changed. Do you understand?"

Hermione was thoughtful, "You mean that divination is not a lie, it just requires the ability to predict, and prophecy requires talent. Trelawney inherited the blood of her great-grandmother Cassandra, but the talent is not enough , can’t master this kind of prophecy ability very well, is that right?”

"You understand right, that's why I'm so polite to her. Just like Dumbledore, we can dislike her, but it's better not to offend her. After all, we don't know when we will need her help, and Or be able to give us early warning when she peeps into the corner of the future."

"You really think far enough." Ron patted him on the shoulder, and said with some indifference: "I still think she is a liar, a liar who pretends to be a ghost, otherwise why would she even miss Harry's birthday?" It can be budgeted wrong.”

Harry remembered the prophecy that Professor Trelawney had made to him in class just now, and the trace of admiration that had just risen disappeared in an instant.

"It's not wrong that she is a liar." Orlando shrugged and continued: "A person who cannot master the ability of prophecy, in order to maintain his reputation as a master of prophecy, he has to play tricks to fool the students. We know that there is no need to give After all, smashing someone's job is like killing their parents, so it's better not to do such offending things."

"You're really cunning." Hermione, who was full of anger, finally let go of her grudges.

"Hehe, I also learned this from Dumbledore. If you want to say cunning, he is still very powerful."

After dispelling the grievances in their hearts, the relationship between the two returned to normal, and the group walked towards the Gryffindor Tower talking and laughing.

(End of this chapter)