The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

"And what about the third prophecy?" Professor Trelawney asked excitedly.

"I'm sorry, Professor!" Jon shook his head and said solemnly: "Fate told me that this last prophecy will have to be told to you later!"

"Well, we respect the choice of fate!" Professor Trelawney nodded.

She began to instruct the students to get rid of distracting thoughts, stare at the crystal ball, and see the future from it...

"Ow!" A strange cry interrupted the calm in the classroom.

"What's the matter, Mr. Avery?" Professor Trelawney asked with some displeasure.

"It's impossible!" Sean Avery looked at the book he took out of his schoolbag in surprise: "The one I put in the schoolbag is obviously "Poke the Fog and See the Future"... How could I have brought it wrong? !"

But now Avery is holding a "Intermediate Transformation Guide".

"I think it's a sign of disrespect to the teacher that I didn't bring a book in class!" Professor Trelawney said in a low voice with a sullen face.

"Sorry!" Avery hurriedly ran to the old bookcase and took out a shabby copy of "Poke the Fog and See the Future".

The eyes of the entire classroom immediately focused on Jon.

"He just said, Avery will go to the old bookcase to get the textbooks!" Ravenclaw's Melinda Bobbin whispered.

Jon sat there calmly, as if completely unaware of the eyes of the others. At the same time, there was an imperceptible smile on the corner of his mouth... Of course Avery would have brought the wrong textbook, because when he was sorting out the books in the morning, Jon secretly cast a "confusion spell" on him...

Just for now!

"Could it be a double reed?" Tiffany Selwyn whispered: "That Patrick, he and Avery are in the same dormitory... Could it be deliberately channeling through and deceiving us?"

Selwyn's voice just fell, and suddenly he heard only a "bang", as if something was broken.

Astoria Greengrass sat there dumbfounded, her crystal ball just accidentally hit the ground and shattered...

At the same time, her finger was dripping blood, and she just tried to stop the crystal ball from falling to the ground, but her finger was cut by it.

"Are you all right..." Selwyn quickly supported her.

Then she took out her wand, stopped her wound, and moved the pile of debris on the ground to the trash can.

"Sorry..." Astoria stood up and whispered to Professor Trelawney, "Professor, I didn't mean to...just accidentally..."

The eyes in the classroom turned to Jon again.

Especially the Slytherin students, the doubts in their eyes seemed to disappear completely.

Avery is Patrick's roommate after all, even if they only stayed together for less than two days, there is still a slight possibility of deliberate collusion.

However, Astoria Greengrass and Patrick have nothing to do with each other. They didn't even say a word before that... But she smashed the crystal ball. With her character, she is very It's hard to help others do this kind of thing.

So there is only one possibility, and that is - Christopher Patrick really has a certain ability to predict, he can really see the future.

...

Professor Trelawney looked even more excited.

"Very good! Very good!" She walked tremblingly in front of Jon and said, "After so many years, I finally saw a genius in prophecy... Sure enough, Patrick, Professor Stark's evaluation of you , is absolutely right!"

"Is there such a person as Professor Stark, let's talk about it!" Jon thought to himself, after all, he made up the name temporarily.

"What about the third prophecy?" Professor Trelawney asked quickly, "You told me before that there are three prophecies in total..."

"I'm sorry, Professor!" Jon's voice dropped a little bit: "The third prophecy, is it about you?"

"About me?" Professor Trelawney looked more interested. "Tell me!"

Jon said slowly: "In the crystal ball, I saw your face, around there, is a..."

"Falcon..." Jon's face became serious, and he seemed to waste a lot of strength before spit out the word... Then, he sighed: "Professor, you will encounter an enemy!"

"I don't think this is a reliable prophecy, dear!" Professor Trelawney shook his head. "I'm afraid there will be no enemies for such a good prophet as me, Patrick!"

Jon ignored her at all, and continued to say in a solemn and respectful tone: "The tower...Professor, you will encounter the greatest difficulty in your life...you will almost lose everything you cherish... …”

Professor Trelawney's face seemed to be getting worse and worse.

"Finally... the sun..." Jon looked relieved. "I think you're lucky, professor... at the hardest of times, someone will reach out to you and save you from the abyss!"

"Enough!" Professor Trelawney roared: "Mr. Patrick, I think you are not prophesying, but creating rumors... I will not have any enemies, nor will I encounter difficulties, and I will not need to. Someone else pulled me out of the abyss!"

"I don't think it's up to you, Professor!" Jon shook his head regretfully, while pretending to be a magician: "The future will never be changed by anyone's will, even if she is a Prophet!"

"I think I have to take my words back, Mr. Patrick!" Professor Trelawney pretended to be regretful: "I thought you would be very gifted in prophecy..."

"It's time, not words, that depends on whether the prophecy is true," Jon replied flatly.

The expression on Professor Trelawney's face looked like he had eaten shit.

"Very good..." It took her more than ten seconds to spit out the word.

Then she made up her mind, decided to ignore Jon, strode up to the podium, and resumed the lecture.

...

For the rest of this divination class, almost no one continued to listen to Trelawney's lectures.

With the exception of Astoria, all the students in the class looked in the direction of Jon from the corner of their eyes from time to time.

At the same time discussing his whispers, there is an endless stream.

"Can he really predict the future?"

"I don't know, but he was right about Avery and Greengrass!"

"I think he's more reliable than that old liar Trelawney!"

...

There was no panic on Jon's face at all, and he still made a god-like expression.

His eyes were still fixed on the crystal ball, his mouth was muttering words from time to time, and he was also making gestures on the parchment from time to time.