bacchusnovels Chapter 363 Honey Lemon Goji Berry Black Tea
Chapter 363 Honey Lemon Goji Berry Black Tea
Chapter 363 Honey Lemon Goji Berry Black Tea
So they began to stare at the crystal ball, which, at least to Harry, seemed particularly foolish.
He tried to clear his mind, but the thought of "this is so stupid" kept coming to him.
Ron would occasionally chuckle to himself, while Hermione would sometimes click her tongue, making it even harder for Harry to concentrate.
Beside him, only Sofia was intently gazing at the crystal ball.
Harry poked her waist. Sophia looked up abruptly.
Was she about to fall asleep?
"Did you see anything?" After staring in silence for a quarter of an hour, Harry finally couldn't help but ask.
"Hmm, there's a burnt spot on the table," Ron pointed. "Someone knocked over a candle."
"What a waste of time," Hermione complained in a low voice. "I'd rather do something meaningful, like tutoring Professor Trelawney with the Happiness Charm." Professor Trelawney's skirt swayed gently and rustled as she approached quietly.
"Is there anyone willing to let me help interpret the vague signs in the orb?" she whispered amidst the clinking of her bracelets and anklets.
"I don't need help," Ron muttered. "The signs are too obvious—there's going to be a thick fog tonight."
The other three could no longer hold back and chuckled softly.
"Pay attention!" Professor Trelawney snapped, and all eyes turned to them.
Parvati and Lavender looked at them with disgust.
"You are disrupting extrasensory perception!" Professor Trelawney walked over to their table and examined each person's crystal ball.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione held their breath as they watched Professor Trelawney hover above their crystal ball, seemingly on the verge of discovering some kind of "divine" omen.
Her eyes gleamed behind her thick glasses as she stared at the crystal ball, as if trying to pierce through the layers of white mist and reach the very core of destiny.
"There is something here—" she whispered, bringing her face closer, almost touching the crystal ball. "Some blurry images—a premonition—"
Harry rolled his eyes inwardly, while Hermione couldn't help but let out an impatient sigh.
Suddenly, she gasped, a look of shock flashing across her face.
Her eyes widened slightly, as if she had seen something unsettling.
"Oh my God," she murmured softly, her voice weak and indistinct, "What is this? I've never seen anything like it before. In the blurry light and shadow, some kind of power—is approaching—"
Then, Professor Trelawney looked up at the owner of the crystal ball—Sophia.
She smiled slightly, a strange light flashing in her eyes, and murmured, "Yes, Sophia, perhaps you are more perceptive than you think. Sometimes, fate conveys the truth through the words of others."
Sophia blinked, looking at Professor Trelawney with some surprise, while Ron whispered to Harry, "Well, it seems we now have two mysterious prophets."
Harry wasn't in the mood to join in the rant, because Professor Trelawney then came up to him.
Harry's heart sank. He had a premonition of what was about to happen. "There's something here!" Professor Trelawney said softly, bringing her face close to the crystal ball, which appeared as two blurry circles in her thick glasses.
Something is moving—but what is it?
Harry was willing to bet his entire fortune—including Firebolts—that whatever it was, it certainly wasn't a good omen.
Sure enough—"My dear," Professor Trelawney whispered, looking up at Harry, "it's here, clearer than ever before—approaching you, my dear, ever closer to the ominous sign."
"Oh, for God's sake!" Hermione exclaimed, finally losing her temper. "Stop bringing up that ridiculous ominous sign!"
Professor Trelawney raised her large eyes and stared at Hermione, while Parvati and Lavender whispered among themselves and glared at Hermione.
Professor Trelawney stood up, scrutinizing Hermione with a displeased expression.
"I regret to inform you, dear, that from the very first moment you walked into this class, I sensed your lack of aptitude for divination. Frankly speaking,"
I have never seen a student so mediocre and beyond redemption.
The classroom fell silent, then Hermione suddenly exclaimed, "Very good!" She jumped up and stuffed "Seeing the Future Through the Fog" into her bag.
"Fine!" she repeated, slinging her bag over her shoulder, almost knocking Ron over. "I've had enough! I'm leaving!"
Everyone stared in disbelief as Hermione strode to the trapdoor, kicked it open, climbed down the ladder, and disappeared.
A few minutes later, the classroom returned to calm.
Professor Trelawney seemed to have put the ominous premonition behind him.
She turned abruptly away from the table next to her, pulled her scarf tighter, and sighed heavily.
"Oh!" Lavender suddenly exclaimed, startling everyone.
"Oh! Professor Trelawney, I just remembered! Didn't you predict she would leave, Professor? Around Easter,
"One of us will be gone forever!" You said that long ago, Professor!
Professor Trelawney gave her a warm smile.
"Yes, my dear, I did indeed foresee Miss Granger's departure. But the wishful thinking that one has misunderstood can sometimes be a burden, you know—"
Lavender and Parvati looked at Professor Trelawney with reverence and moved their seats so that she could sit next to them.
"Hermione will leave someday, won't she?" Ron whispered to Harry, a hint of fear in his eyes.
"Yes, Harry stared at the crystal ball, but all he saw was swirling white mist."
Did Professor Trelawney really foresee an ominous sign?
Will he see it himself?
With the Quidditch finals fast approaching, he certainly didn't want to encounter another near-fatal accident.
"Hermione!"
Just as Hermione was leaving the Divination class and heading straight back to the library, she heard someone calling her from afar.
She stopped and turned around to see Daphne Greengrass standing at the end of the corridor, waving at her.
"Hermione, wait a minute!" Daphne walked over quickly, a complex and subtle expression on her face. She seemed to hesitate for a moment, but quickly regained her usual calm and pride. "Have you thought about what we talked about last time—"
Hermione frowned, looking somewhat annoyed. She sighed and said softly, "Daphne, I've been so busy lately, I simply haven't had time—to think about any 'testing' or 'seduction' of Professor Phillips."
As she said this, her cheeks flushed slightly.
To be honest, this is still something she finds difficult to talk about.
Daphne raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of surprise in her expression. "What's keeping you so busy?"
Hermione glanced at her and lowered her voice, saying, "About Buckbeak. Hagrid lost the case, Buckbeak—"
"I'm about to be executed," Daphne continued.
Hermione nodded helplessly and sighed deeply.
She hesitated for a moment, as if she had thought of something, and slowly asked, "Do you have any way to make Malfoy..."
A sly glint flashed in Daphne's eyes as she smiled playfully, "Hermione, why don't you try talking to Professor Phillips? He probably knows more about this than either of us. Maybe he can help you. After all, he worked at the Ministry of Magic and is familiar with these procedures. Perhaps he can find some procedural loopholes to fix things."
Hermione paused for a moment, then became slightly interested in the suggestion.
At the outset of preparing her testimony, she had considered seeking help from Professor Phillips.
only.
She's been busy with too many classes lately, and she's confident she can handle the problem, plus Daphne has encouraged her to talk to Professor Phillips.
So, in short, she did not seek help from Professor Phillips.
But now that things have come to this, Professor Phillips seems to be the only one who can help them and Buckbeak.
However, Hermione still seemed hesitant. "Do you think—will he help me? After all, this involves a hearing, and it also involves Malfoy..."
Daphne smiled, her tone slightly teasing, and said, "Hermione, he's your professor, and you two have some acquaintance. Why not give it a try? Besides, it's much more effective than you figuring it out on your own."
Hermione took a deep breath, seemed to struggle internally for a moment, and finally nodded. "Okay, I'll give it a try. Maybe he really can help me—thank you for the suggestion, Daphne."
Daphne patted her shoulder gently and said with a smile, "You're welcome, Hermione. After all, we all want to see your plan succeed, don't we?"
Hermione thought for a moment and nodded slightly.
Seeing this, Daphne pressed her advantage, immediately suggesting, "There's no time like the present, Hermione. Since you've already decided to give it a try, why not go find Professor Phillips now? At least we can set a time to discuss it."
Hermione paused, looking a little nervous, but under Daphne's gaze, she bit her lip and finally nodded. "You're right. The sooner this is resolved, the greater Buckbeak's chances will be."
"Then it's settled," Daphne said with a smile, gently nudging Hermione's shoulder. "I'll go with you, and I can cheer you on if anything happens."
Hermione smiled gratefully. "Thank you, Daphne. With you here, I definitely don't feel so nervous anymore."
The two walked side by side toward Professor Phillips' office, while in Sean's office, a completely different scene unfolded.
"At ease."
"stand at attention."
"Head up, chest out, stomach in."
Sean looked at the blond, slicked-back wizard Draco Malfoy standing in front of him with a stern expression, his face full of disappointment.
"Look at you, you don't look like a student at all now."
"You are the most mischievous class I have ever taught, apart from the Weasley brothers' class."
As he spoke, Sean let out a long, quiet sigh, crossed his arms over his chest, and looked on with a hint of disappointment in his eyes.
"Mr. Malfoy, I really don't understand what you're thinking."
"Your father sent you to Hogwarts to learn magic, not to let you use your family's influence to show off, and certainly not to let you pretend to be a Dementor to scare others during Quidditch matches."
Malfoy lowered his head slightly, but his face still showed a hint of resentment, his lips pursed, looking unwilling.
Sean picked up the black tea beside him, took a sip to moisten his throat, and continued.
"As a Slytherin student, intelligence and strategy are indeed important, but I hope you understand that true power comes from respect and ability, not from relying on family background to bully your classmates."
"Remember, a true wizard is not measured by bloodline or wealth, but by his love of magic and his pursuit of knowledge."
"You have the potential, but if you continue to waste your time on these petty tricks, you will never become a true wizard."
It must be said that, if we set aside some of Sean's less-than-refined "minor flaws," Sean is a qualified professor.
Even without the course Muggle Studies, he could still establish a new office at Hogwarts—the Department of Moral Education.
Malfoy opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to refute, but under Sean's sharp gaze, he ultimately remained silent.
"I hope you'll appear more mature next time I see you," Sean said calmly, then steered the conversation to another topic, "How's your father lately?"
“My father—he’s been very busy lately,” Malfoy replied reluctantly. “He’s been dealing with some—Ministry of Magic affairs.”
"And what about your mother?"
As Sean said this, he unconsciously picked up the teacup next to him and took a small sip.
For some reason, he felt thirsty whenever he thought of Narcissa.
Sean's words made Malfoy slightly nervous.
He lowered his eyes, thought for a moment, and then replied, "My mother is always at home taking care of things. She cares a lot about my performance at school."
Sean nodded, a hint of understanding in his expression: "Your mother is a very strong woman. I believe she would also like to see you grow at Hogwarts, rather than letting the family's reputation be the only pillar of your pride."
Malfoy's expression shifted slightly, and his gaze wandered a little.
For a moment, he didn't dare to look Sean in the eye.
“Perhaps you don’t quite understand, Draco,” Sean continued, his tone softening, “some things can only be achieved through one’s own efforts. Your father and mother certainly paved many paths for you, but ultimately, you must walk that path yourself.”
"Tell your mother that I'm going to visit your home at the end of this month to discuss the issue you're facing this time."
Malfoy was stunned, taken aback by Sean's sudden "home visit" arrangement.
After the last home visit, his mother gave him a cold shoulder for several weeks and even cut off his allowance.
These painful memories are something he finds hard to forget.
"Professor, is this really necessary?" Malfoy asked cautiously.
Sean glanced at Malfoy, took a toffee from the drawer, and handed it to Malfoy.
"Yes, Draco, it is necessary."
"Home visits are not punishment, but rather a way to let your family know about your growth and performance."
"I believe your parents also want to see a more mature you, instead of the name that's frequently mentioned by the school as a naughty troublemaker."
"Alright, Professor," Malfoy took the candy, lowered his head reluctantly, and said softly, "I'll tell my mother."
"Very good," Sean nodded, his tone softening. "Now, go and finish your lessons for today, Draco. Remember what I told you today—at Hogwarts, no one will look at you differently because of your background. Only you can truly prove yourself."
Malfoy gave a soft reply, then silently turned and left Sean's office.
He walked down the corridor with his head down, brushing past Hermione and Daphne who were heading towards Sean's office. Inside the office, Sean looked at himself in the mirror, and a long-lost smile appeared on his face, as if he was thinking about something.
He picked up the teacup, gently swirled it, and looked at the pale yellow tea, wondering if adding goji berries to the honey lemon black tea next time would make it taste even better.