Hogwarts: I'm really not the third Dark Lord

Chapter 171

"Nice to meet you, Sir Cadogan."

Is this really what Hermione can say?

It stands to reason that what girls hate the most is this kind of vulgar and rude guy.

The short knight was obviously stunned by Hermione's reaction.

This was the first time he saw a student greeting him.

He won't be able to fix it at all.

"Ah...um...hello..."

Jerry was horrified to find that Cardo and Jazz actually blushed and lowered their heads coyly.

"Goodbye." Hermione chuckled, holding Jerry's hand and walking quickly downstairs.

Sir Cadogan froze on the spot for a moment, without caring about his pony, he jumped directly into the photo frame next to him and followed them.

"Dear gentlemen and ladies, if you need a noble mind and a strong body, please summon Sir Cadogan!"

At this time, they had arrived at the place where there was no picture frame, and Sir Cadogan's figure disappeared from their sight.

Hermione suddenly asked: "Jerry, if you became the principal, would you take down all these portraits?"

"Why do you ask that?" Jerry was a little strange. From just now, Hermione gave people a weird feeling.

"I just think..." Hermione pointedly said, "Maybe one day in the future, Hogwarts will become unrecognizable to us."

"Maybe." Jerry said thoughtfully, "But I don't think it's necessary to take down the portrait."

……

In Jerry's opinion, the arithmetic divination class is a bit like the Book of Changes in his previous life.

From a series of strict rules and careful calculations, explore people's character and destiny.

Compared with Trelawney's divination class, arithmetic divination is closer to Muggle divination. It does not really allow you to foresee the future, but is more like a psychological suggestion imposed on yourself.

Those strict rules are just a means to make it appear more credible.

Hermione was quite interested in this subject, but Jerry thought she was just interested in the complicated arithmetic.

While others were still doing math problems with sullen expressions, Hermione had already come to a conclusion.

"The shape of this function indicates a spiral of contradictions. You may have to face a difficult choice in the future, and no matter which one you choose, things will develop in the opposite direction to your expectations..."

"..."

Whether it is a divination class or an arithmetic class, my future seems to be quite bad...

[Host, please don’t worry, no one in this world can predict your future. 】

The system that had not been seen for a long time suddenly bubbled up.

'Because I am a time traveler, do their predictions have no effect on me? '

【...It can be understood this way. 】

After hearing the system's comfort, Jerry finally felt relieved.

After earning five points for Gryffindor with his excellent calculation speed, the Arithmancy class finally came to an end.

The next lesson is Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration.

All the students in the class seemed to be worried, and would stare at Harry from time to time, as if he would suddenly fall to the ground and die.

Jerry didn't think so much, but he didn't pay attention to the class either. His level of transfiguration was already beyond a mere third grade, and Professor McGonagall acquiesced that he could do his own thing in class.

But when needed, Jerry also had to cooperate with Professor McGonagall in giving demonstrations, or teach other students when she couldn't leave.

Equivalent to the role of a teaching assistant.

So after discovering that most of the students in this class were distracted and didn't even applaud after she demonstrated the animagus, Professor McGonagall naturally called Jerry's name.

"Mr. Yoder, what happened just now? It's not a big deal. It's just that my transformation didn't win the applause of my classmates for the first time."

"We just had our first divination class—"

"Ah, I understand." Professor McGonagall frowned, "Tell me, who among you will die this year?"

Everyone looked at her in surprise, and finally Harry broke the silence.

"Me," he said.

"Understood," Professor McGonagall stared at Harry with her bright eyes and said, "Then you should know, Potter, Sybill Trelawney has prophesied about a certain person every year since she came to this school. Students will die. So far, none of them have died. Her favorite way to greet a new class is to see omens of death. If I hadn't never spoken ill of my colleagues-" Professor McGonagall stopped suddenly, and they saw Her nostrils turned white.She calmed down a bit and continued: "Divination is the least rigorous branch of magic. To tell you the truth, I don't have much patience with it. There are very few true prophets, and Professor Trelawney... "

"Jerry said that Professor Trelawney was hired as a professor by the principal because she made a real prophecy. She also said that Jerry also has the talent to become a prophet."

Lavender said unconvinced.

Ever since Neville broke his second cup, she had believed in and admired Professor Trelawney.

"..."

Professor McGonagall glanced at Jerry: "It is undeniable that coincidences exist in this world. I also know an octopus who can predict the winning team of the Quidditch World Cup..."

There were chuckles all around.

Professor McGonagall paused and continued: "In fact, most of Professor Trelawney's predictions have not come true. Potter, in my opinion, your body is very healthy, so if I don't exempt you I beg your pardon for today's homework. I promise you, if you really die, you won't have to hand it in."

"As for Mr. Yoder..." She glared at Jerry. It seemed to her that Jerry, who had a very high talent for transformation, also had a talent for divination, which was a blasphemy against the art of transformation.

"If your gift of prediction is really that high, you might as well predict this year's exam questions so that your score can exceed Miss Granger."

Hermione blushed.

In last year's final exam, Hermione unsurprisingly topped the list with the first overall score. Although Jerry ranked first in the Transfiguration class, he had to settle for second place due to the history of magic.

Even though Professor McGonagall said this, most people still seemed worried about it.

Especially those students who come from wizarding families.

More or less, we have all heard of the so-called "unknown".

The big black dog wandering the cemetery.

It is said that Ron's uncle Biliers saw such one - he died 24 hours later.

Ron described it vividly, which made Harry, who originally felt somewhat comforted by Professor McGonagall, feel even heavier.

Hermione didn't feel much about it.

Professor Trelawney only predicted the future, but she actually traveled to the future.

Hermione found a deserted place and took out the pistol Charlotte gave her.

Pull the trigger.

With a "biu" sound, a beam of light shot out, punching a small circular hole in the wall!

One can imagine the consequences of hitting someone.

Hermione broke into a cold sweat.

Even if there are no other effects, the physical damage alone has exceeded most ordinary magic spells.

Once it hits a vital point, it's more effective than a life-killing curse.

After studying for a long time, Hermione carefully put the gun away.

She hadn't forgotten Charlotte's words about giving the gun back to her when she was born.

But what if she hadn't been born?

An idea suddenly occurred to Hermione.

……

In the Care of Magical Creatures class on the second day, the students saw the Hippogriff for the first time.

As long as you don't show any suspicion in front of it, it doesn't mind carrying you around in the sky.

Malfoy didn't cause any trouble this time.

In fact, the first time he climbed off a hippogriff named Buckbeak, he told Jerry that he liked the feeling.

He even ruthlessly deprived Crabbe and Goyle of their qualifications to fly, and they flew around and around alone.

When Hagrid scolded him, Malfoy drawled: "Crabbe and Goyle did it on their own accord - they're afraid of heights."

"Oh." Hagrid, who was not good at speaking, stood there for a long time, unable to think of anything to say in reply.I simply ignored them and went to instruct other students.

As expected, Hagrid's first lesson was a great success - many senior students spend their first Care of Magical Creatures lesson studying the Flobberworm.

Even when they graduated, they didn't have the opportunity to fly around the castle on a Hippogriff.

This made Hagrid unable to stop the smile on his face.

Time soon came to Thursday, during which Hermione and Jerry used the time turner several more times, but never traveled to the future again.

Hermione finally had to regretfully think that the last time was just an accident, and maybe she would never have the chance to go to the future again.

The first lesson of the day was Potions, and Snape bullied Neville as usual.

In fact, when he was in first grade, Neville had already made up his mind to go to St. Mungo's to cure his failed forgetting curse.

Now Neville is doing well in other classes, but for some reason, his hands shake when he sees Snape.

This led to the potion he brewed——

"Orange, Longbottom," said Snape, scooping some up with a spoon and slowly pouring it back into the cauldron for all to see, "orange. Tell me, boy, what can penetrate your Where is the elm head? Didn’t you hear me clearly saying that only the spleen of a mouse is needed? Didn’t I say clearly that a little leech juice is enough? How can I say it? Do you understand, Longbottom?"

Snape unceremoniously offered to give Neville's toad a taste of his potion before get out of class ended.

If successful, the toad will turn into a tadpole.

"If it fails..." Snape smiled sinisterly, "There is no doubt that it will die."

After threatening Neville, Snape began to hang around Hermione and Jerry's table.

He seemed to know that they had a good relationship and didn't want them to help him.

Neville glanced desperately at Jerry and Hermione, and then at Harry's table - they were doing no better than he was, their cauldrons turning as red as tomato soup.

As the bell rang closer and closer, Neville hurriedly added things to the pot, which made his cauldron look more and more like a pot of hodgepodge, emitting a strange smell.

Snape's smile grew wider and Neville looked like he was about to cry.

While Snape turned around, Jerry quickly pointed his wand at Neville's cauldron. The cauldron was emptied in an instant, and filled again in the next instant.

Neville was stunned for a moment, then quickly understood. He cast a grateful look at Jerry and continued to pretend to stir the crucible without adding any other herbs to it.

Just as get out of class was about to end, Snape strode towards Neville.

"Everyone come around," said Snape, his dark eyes sparkling, "and see what Longbottom's toad will become."

At this time, the potion in Neville's crucible was already pitch black, and every time the mud-like foam exploded, it seemed that a small group of black air could be seen rising.

Just one look at it can make people go crazy, let alone Lifu who wants to drink it.

Seeing the spoon getting closer and closer to him, the poor toad struggled wildly, but under Snape's big hand, his struggle was so weak...

Snape smiled evilly and dropped the potion into Leif's throat.

He seemed to have seen the scene of Toad trembling to death and Neville wailing.

There were two families that met the requirements in the original prophecy.

They are the Longbottom family and the Potter family.

If the Dark Lord had chosen Longbottom instead of the Potters, his Lily would not have died.

Therefore, whenever he saw that round face that looked very similar to his mother's, Snape would feel a surge of incomparable hatred in his heart.

It's obviously you who should die!

Thinking of this, the smile on Snape's face became more ferocious, but the next moment, his smile froze on his face.

I saw Leif opening his mouth and gasping for breath, and then there was a pop, and Leif turned into a tadpole and twisted around in Snape's hand.

The Gryffindor students cheered loudly.

Snape took a deep breath. Looking at him, he almost wanted to crush this tadpole to death!

But in the end, he took out a small bottle from his pocket and poured a few drops of liquid on Leif, who suddenly turned into a toad again.

"Five points from Gryffindor." Snape said expressionlessly, "I warned you not to help him, Miss Granger."

It was obviously Jerry who helped him!

Harry almost screamed, he had just witnessed Jerry knocking Neville's cauldron with his wand.

However, seeing Neville's grateful look and Hermione herself not saying anything, Harry wisely swallowed these words.

After announcing that class was over, Snape walked up to Jerry and looked at the potion in his cauldron that was almost half missing. Without even looking at Hermione, Snape leaned down and whispered in Jerry's ear: "Don't do more unnecessary things." Mr. Yodel...I have to remind you that next time, even if you are a student of my own college, you will have to accept the punishment..."

PS: I am located in Sichuan. Yesterday’s earthquake almost scared me to the point of peeing. Living on the 33rd floor, I drank tea downstairs and didn’t go home until after 9 o’clock.