Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 330: Conflict in the auditorium

"You are the most gifted girl I have ever seen!" Trelawney swept the big book underground. Grabbed Pansy's hand, swayed, and said excitedly.

"I said maybe, the person you divination will come back soon. I promise that he is not in any danger for the time being."

True prophets have their own spirituality.

There were some embarrassed and uncomfortable smiles on Pansy's face. In fact, she didn't feel that she had any talent, she just said what she saw.

But the mood is lighter.

In the classroom, clouds and mist were lingering, the candlelight showed an ambiguous pink color, and a faint incense lingered on Pansy's nose.

"Sneez." She sneezed with some discomfort and rubbed her nose.

"Thank you." Pansy then bowed to Trelawney.

"No, this is just a small matter. I am also happy for you. It is something to be proud of to see the future through the fog." Trelawney shook her head.

Then Pansy left the classroom happily, and she is now going to the auditorium for lunch.

For a time, my pace was much brisk.

Just as Trelawney began to organize and pack her teaching aids, the tightly closed trapdoor was opened, and another person climbed up the silver ladder and appeared in her classroom .

"Professor Snape?" Trelawney's face was surprised.

"Dumbledore asked me to come to you." The robe dragged by Snape quickly walked in front of Trelawney, and then immediately drew out the wand from his sleeve and cast a spell.

The surrounding candles went out instantly, and the room plunged into darkness.

Light and sound are both blocked.

His voice doesn't contain a trace of emotion, and the low and soothing habit of speaking in the past has become a bit rush.

Trilawney raised her ears and barely followed the man's thoughts.

Five minutes later.

"You mean, you want me to make a false prediction?" Trelawney widened her eyes, and under the magnification of her frame, she looked more and more funny, and her eyes were almost half the size of her face. Up.

She screamed and looked at the man in front of her incredulously.

"I am very principled, Severus, even if this is Dumbledore's request." Trelawney frowned, "Especially I will be responsible for my prediction. If it succeeds, then It is an instruction of fate and cannot be changed. Even if there are occasional mistakes, fate has corrected his established trajectory."

Snape's face darkened.

Dumbledore might not have expected the professor of this prophecy class to be so pedantic.

The situation is deadlocked.

As for Pansy, she didn't know what happened in the classroom. At this time, she hurried to the auditorium. The lunch time was almost over, and she had already delayed a lot of time.

There are still classes in the afternoon.

In the fifth grade, the tasks of each student have become much heavier.

Then as soon as she pushed the door in, she heard an annoying male voice.

"Retribution, is Malfoy arrested?" Ron held up a copy of the Daily Prophet at the table, then gloated and said, probably after eating lunch.

This made Pansy's heart suddenly stop beating for half a beat.

Then he paused, then said loudly.

"Oh, it doesn't seem to be, then it's probably where I died. What a pity."

"Shut your mouth" Pansy walked over angrily, looking at Ron angrily, his shoulders trembling.

"If I say no." Ron Hun said nonchalantly, looking at the girl in front of him provocatively.

"Then I will teach you a lesson."

Pansy raised his wand impulsively, fired a spell at Ron, and hit him in the face.

This is a pure impact spell.

With a series of jingle sounds.

Ron's head was raised high, and then the whole head was plunged directly into the deep bowl in front of him. The viscous soup splashed all over, and he was very embarrassed.

"I'm going to teach you a good lesson." Ron immediately pulled the dishes off his head, slammed them on the table angrily, struggled to get up from the seat, and spit on the floor. Then he wiped his hair wet with the soup.

He took out his magic wand at Pansy.

He was just careless just now. Based on Moody's special training, he didn't think he might lose to this girl.

The atmosphere became tense for a while.

It's just that Pansy put down the raised wand again at this moment and hid it behind him, looking like it was dead again.

"What are you doing?" Professor McGonagall wore her tall dark green pointed hat, walked quickly to the two of them with a serious face, looked around, and then saw Ron with an embarrassed face. And Pansy, who is holding her arms around her.

Ron's head still seems to have a few green leaves.

The remaining Slytherin students who were slow to eat, who were still at the table, started to laugh after seeing this funny scene, until Professor McGonagall’s cold gaze swept away. Later, they became honest and quiet.

"Slytherin, twenty deductions, Pansy Parkinson used a curse on his classmates."

"Miss Parkinson, even if you are the prefect of Slytherin, as the vice principal, I have the right to deal with you. I am not only the dean of Gryffindor, but also the vice principal." Professor McGonagall said majesticly .

"Yes." Pansy nodded obediently at this time, accepted the reality, and walked to the long Slytherin table casually, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

The other Slytherin students in the lower grades all looked admiringly.

I don’t care how many points the college deducts.

"Okay, Weasley, that's it." Seeing Ron's dissatisfaction and wanting to say something, Professor McGonagall said to him: "Gryffindor's courage is not used in Fighting hard."

Then she left.

A dispute seemed to disappear in this way.

But the unexpected happened again.

"Mr. Weasley, as the prefect of Gryffindor, your clothes are disheveled~IndoMTL.com~ You didn't set a good example. You deduct 20 points." Snape said with a gloomy look. Suddenly appeared beside Ron.

Said in a disgusting tone, and then sat down at the long Slytherin table, looking like he hadn't eaten either.

"Someone is so pitiful, and he will get points deducted even if he is so embarrassed." Pansy looked at him and smiled proudly.

Ron clenched his fist angrily, but he didn't know what he thought of, and then let it go.

"Anyway, there is someone who is being chased as a bereavement dog, and I don't know what day he will die in the wilderness."

Pansy's face turned pale immediately, and she squeezed the knife and fork in her hand.

Since you can’t do it, let’s continue to play tricks with each other

After some tossing, this gunpowder-scented lunch is finally over.

Pansy left the auditorium anxiously and impatiently, and ran along a gravel path towards the Slytherin lounge.