The Evil God of Hogwarts

"Professor Trelawney?" Xing Ze asked dumbfounded.

The woman took off the silk scarf on her head and showed the same surprised expression.

"Oh, it's you." She said, "Visitor from the East, please sit down."

"Um, professor, is this appropriate for you?" Xing Ze asked.

"There's nothing appropriate or inappropriate." Trelawney laughed, "I'm short of money, so I take this opportunity to make a fortune every year..."

When she mentioned money, she suddenly lowered her voice and said, "Dumbledore didn't pay me a lot of salary, but I have to do research and live."

Then, she returned to her normal voice: "I'm not saying he's stingy. If it weren't for him, I'd probably be living on the street."

Xing Ze nodded and replied: "I can understand, then I wish you a prosperous business."

"No, don't go." Trelawney stopped him, "It was fate that brought you here."

"Professor, with all due respect. I have never believed in divination. That was the case when I was in school, and I still don't believe in it now."

"I know, so I won't charge you."

"This is not a question of money..." Xing Ze smiled bitterly, but his words were interrupted.

"It doesn't take much of your time, Xing Ze." Trelawney touched her crystal ball, "Maybe after it's over, I can help find the person you're looking for."

"kindness?"

Trelawney looked at her crystal ball and smiled, showing her teeth. She said proudly: "More than thirty years old, male, from an ancient family, this is the person you are looking for, right? ?”

Xing Ze frowned, either Trelawney used Legilimency on him, or she really saw something in the crystal ball.

For the former, unless the Divination Professor is a natural Legilimency, like Queenie Goldstein, otherwise using Legilimency requires looking the person directly in the eye.

Moreover, regarding Legilimency, although Xing Ze did not have much attainment in Occlumency, he was confident enough to resist this type of mind-stealing spell due to the existence of Blue Beak.

Therefore, the only thing that can explain this phenomenon is the latter.

After Xing Ze hesitated for a while, he pointed to the chair in front of the table and asked, "Can I sit down and talk?"

"Of course, of course, please sit down."

"Okay, Professor Trelawney." Xing Ze took a long breath after sitting down, "What should I do?"

"It's very simple, just put your hand on the crystal ball." Trelawney also specifically demonstrated, "Like this."

Xing Ze stretched out his hands and put them on them reluctantly: "Then?"

"Close your eyes and clear your mind."

"I'm good at this." Xing Ze smiled, then closed his eyes, and then darkness hit.

Something fell on top of his head. It was snow, cold snow. He had forgotten his umbrella at the late-night snack shop, and it was not worthwhile to go back and get it now.

That umbrella was just a gift from the bank to an old customer. He wasn't an old customer, but his account was relatively rich, so he got one as a matter of course.

The snow wasn't very heavy yet, and judging from the amount of wine he drank, he could definitely walk home. But by some strange coincidence, he decided to buy a bottle of drink from a vending machine at a crossroads to quench his thirst after drinking.

Then he saw the man, wearing a thick down jacket and a woolen hat, also without an umbrella.

He threw himself at the man, the alcohol still having an effect on him, and he kicked his feet wildly, as if he were stepping on cotton.

But he still managed to hug the man with all his strength. The snow stopped, and he felt that his arms were empty, so he looked down and saw there was only a red coat.

Xing Ze opened his eyes suddenly and looked at Trelawney with anger: "What did you do to me?"

"Nothing has been done." Trelawney shook her head calmly, "Shadows, the shadows of the past are swallowing you up..."

"Don't pry into my memory."

"I didn't." Trelawney stretched out her hand and placed it on Xing Ze's hand. "Believe me, it was so strong that I even..."

"No matter what you did." Xing Ze withdrew his hand, "That's all my business."

Trelawny shouted nervously: "Fight it, you must fight it, otherwise..."

"I don't need to fight it." Xing Ze stood up and said, "If it can really devour me, then I will admit it."

Trelawney's eyes widened in surprise, and it took her a while to ask, "Why?"

"Because people have to be punished if they do something wrong. Well, Professor, I thank you for letting me review the past again. But you should tell me where the person I'm looking for is?" Xing Ze's mood gradually calmed down.

Trelawney shook her head sadly, looked down at the crystal ball, and then said, "Between disguise and lies."

"Can't it be an exact address?"

"This is a prophecy, sir, as prophecies should be."

Xing Ze thanked Professor Trelawney and walked out of the tent, murmuring: "Between disguise and lies? This is why I don't like divination."

He continued along the road, trying to find the place pointed to by the prophecy, but found nothing. In desperation, he had to buy a bottle of beer and return to the field.

The first game was Gryffindor versus Slytherin. The two houses had always been bitter rivals, so the game was quite intense.

The audience is more willing to watch this kind of exciting competition, and the atmosphere in the entire arena is very lively.

He found Ben on the middle level near the west side, sitting with several young teachers who supported Gryffindor.

"Thank you." Ben took the beer, "Sit down, I've saved a seat for you."

Xing Ze sat down next to Ben, cast an eagle eye spell, and then began to look for Quirrell. It didn't take long, and Quirrell's strange hood stood out among the crowd.

He was in the stands to the left of Xing Ze, mumbling something, obviously casting a spell.

There was a commotion in the viewing gallery, the cheers of the Gryffindors echoing in the cold sky as their team scored.

"Hey." Ben patted his thigh, "If I had known earlier, I would have bet on Gryffindor. Their performance this year is very good. Xing Ze, are you watching?"

"I'm watching, and I can see clearly." Xing Ze replied, thinking about Jamie Avery's purpose here.

Why hasn't it appeared yet? Didn't he come to see Voldemort?

"Is that kid's name Harry?" Ben touched Xing Ze with his hand, "Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived?"

Xing Ze temporarily withdrew his gaze, nodded and replied, "Yes, that's him, James and Lily's child."

"This kid is not bad." Ben handed the telescope in his hand to Xing Ze. "He is very talented. He will definitely become a star of tomorrow on the court."

Xing Ze waved his hand and pointed at his eyes, indicating that he had applied the eagle eye technique.

At this moment, Slytherin scored a goal, and the children of Snake Academy stood up from their seats, shouted and applauded, as if they were trying to regain the dignity they had just lost.

"I always thought you didn't like Quidditch that much."

The cold voice passed through the cheers and penetrated into the ears of Xing Ze and Ben. They turned their heads in surprise and saw Ali Shafiq sitting upright behind them.

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