v5 Chapter 145： The 1 in 10000 magic potion wizard

Dumbledore's movements were faster than William imagined.

Less than two days after the conversation that night, he waited for Fox.

This also shows the impatience of the principal. He didn't want another Horcrux to fall into Tom's hands.

Fox suddenly appeared in the classroom, startling the students.

Where is this big bird from? !

Fox is also a little confused, shouldn't he come to the wrong classroom?

It sniffed. Strange, why is there a smell of fried eggs in 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 desktop.

There was a frying pan on the flame, and seven or eight eggs were beaten in the pan, which had turned into golden fried eggs, exuding a tempting fragrance.

Are you sure this is a divination class?

Yes, this is really Professor Trelawney's divination class!

In the next semester of the third grade, William did not come to this class.

But isn't it almost time for the exam, he will come to see if there is any private goods.

Professor Trelawney taught like that, and he still has so many students every year... It should be a bit of a bottom line.

In this class, Professor Trelawney is teaching everyone to use eggs for divination.

Oviology is a branch of divination in which eggs are broken and divination is performed according to the shape of the yolk falling.

However, many students are so immature that they pick up raw eggs, break them, and pour them into their mouths.

Especially McLaggen, he ate seven or eight in a row, and then... he had diarrhea.

At the strong request of his classmates, William made a magic fire and put it on the table. The tabletop is also filled with potion, which will not be burned by the flames.

As a result, a good divination class became a food class, and the classroom was full of smoky smells.

As for Professor Trelawney, she seemed to have had too much booze and was slumped in her chair.

Said to use the third eye to see the future, but in fact it is to sneak a fish to sleep.

The snoring came out.

Fox's poor **** and fat buttocks made many students shine.

Is this the staple of today's serving?

With fried eggs, love, love!

Fox also glanced at the egg in the pot and couldn't help swallowing.

Recently, I went with Dumbledore to search around, and every time I got into the middle of the night. It hasn't had time to eat today.

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

"Professor, the principal has something to do with me, so I'll go first."

Professor Trelawney woke up suddenly, stretched out his hand to the crystal ball on the table, and muttered in his mouth:

"I didn't sleep, no! Minerva, don't deduct my salary, I warn you..."

"..."

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

"Well, William, what are you doing here, I was just immersed in the future world and couldn't extricate myself, and I didn't hear your words."

"Professor Dumbledore has something to do with me." William pointed to Fox.

I didn't expect it to be stealing fried eggs.

Stop it, Fox!

Look at how you have never seen the world!

"William, I advise you not to go." Professor Trelawney returned to the appearance of the old magician.

She said mysteriously:

"I was just wandering in the future, staring into the abyss with my heavenly eyes... Guess what, I saw something staring at me?"

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

"Or rivers of sherry?"

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

She said in a sad, flowing tone:

"It's coming, getting closer, like red and white dragons hovering overhead, lower and lower... just above the castle... a lot of people will die..."

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

Professor Trelawney's face changed immediately, and she waved as if to repel mosquitoes.

"Come on! I haven't slept just now, don't talk nonsense in front of Minerva! I warn you!"

William was about to leave the room when he found that Fokker was not following.

It has started to grab the omelette in the autumn bowl.

William walked over, grabbed Fox's long tail feathers, and dragged it toward the outside.

Look at your unpromising look!

Shame on the principal.

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The basement classroom was as cold as ice.

Some people are very weird and don't seem to be afraid of the cold. Even in the winter, they only wear the thinnest coat.

Not even wearing long pants.

This kind of person who only needs demeanor and not temperature is generally called "pretty"!

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

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

But the basement classroom was extremely cold, so he had to shrink his head and walk around the classroom non-stop.

Therefore, his temper became more irritable.

"Longbottom, take your head out of your heels and use it once! Where's your salamander blood?"

Neville hurriedly picked up a bottle and poured the blood into it.

The crucible squeaked, and a large amount of flames erupted, giving off a pungent smell of burnt rubber.

"Zero again, Longbottom," Snape said viciously.

Ron couldn't help laughing.

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

Ron shut up immediately.

"It seems that you have become a warrior, which makes your already fat face even more inflated." Snape said strangely.

"Five points from Gryffindor!"

He stared at Harry's potion again, smiling maliciously.

Harry lowered his head and smashed a bowl of scarabs with the hammer, which seemed to be Snape's face.

His potion had turned all black, like paste.

But Harry had absolutely no idea which step was wrong.

"I told everyone before Halloween that I would poison one of you before Christmas to see if their antidote worked..."

Snape's thin lips twitched as he stared at Harry. "I think...it's about time."

Not just Harry, all the students held their breath.

In fact, the whole class had only Hermione's antidote, up to the silver cyclone Snape had asked for.

And she cooked it in only half an hour.

Snape was familiar with many of Hermione's methods of handling materials...the same as William's.

There are even some methods that are exactly the same as his.

Snape knew that Hermione had learned from William. I just don't know where William got it from.

At this time, the door of the basement classroom was knocked, and everyone turned to look.

William appeared at the door with a large bird standing on his shoulder.

"Excuse me, Professor Snape," William said.

"Big shit, what's the matter?" Snape asked impatiently.

He just waited for William to step into the classroom and deduct points.

But William did not come in, but stood at the door and said softly:

"Sorry, I'm taking Hermione to the headmaster's office. We have an appointment with Professor Dumbledore."

Snape's eyes, down from his hooked nose, looked at William suspiciously.

He always thought William was lying to him and took Granger on a date.

"Granger has another hour of Potions class," Snape said coldly. "She'll come with you after class."

"However, the principal is waiting, and I'm afraid we will be late." William tilted his head and gestured to Fox.

Snape squinted at William and was silent for a moment.

Dumbledore had not returned for two days, and it seemed to be related to this.

He frowned worriedly, but quickly eased.

Dumbledore shouldn't be in danger, otherwise, he will only go to the big **** instead of the little girl Granger.

"Okay!" Snape glared at William.

Hermione stood up happily, and Ron looked at her jealously. This meant that she would not be poisoned by Snape.

Snape thought for a moment, then suddenly walked towards Hermione.

He put his left hand on the edge of Hermione's cauldron, lowered his head to check, and said uncharacteristically:

"The antidote is so-so, barely usable! Granger - take your things and disappear from my eyes!"

Hermione packed her things and hurriedly ran towards William.

Snape also went out.

Seeing him leave, Harry and Ron looked at each other, and immediately took the cup and scooped a large cup into Hermione's cauldron.

They also didn't care about the potion burning their mouths, and immediately poured them into their mouths.

Didn't you hear Snape say that?

Hermione's antidote was so-so. To make him say so-so, that is perfect!

Now you don't have to worry about Snape's poison anymore.

With everyone watching, Hermione hugged William's right hand.

Fox waved his wings, his claws hooked William's left hand, and after a burst of fire, the two disappeared in place.

Professor Snape deliberately stood at the door before striding into the classroom.

He gave a sinister smile.

Harry and Ron were already on the table. Their faces were huge, as if they had been stung by a bee, shiny and red.

The lips also become sausage mouths.

"I knew you two would drink Granger's antidote Snape shook his robe and sneered: "So I poured the poison into her potion. "

"Oh, I seem to have poisoned by mistake, and the antidote she made is useless."

Snape Snape said in a softer, more sinister voice:

"But... give it a try, you two can taste your own antidote.

If you can't drink it, try each other's potions! "

"What if you two are one-of-a-kind potion wizards?"

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