Chapter 729 - 284: A Couple in Perfect Sync
Chapter 729: Chapter 284: A Couple in Perfect Sync
Hearing Harry’s words, Professor Trelawney suddenly felt a bit choked up.
You’re using my words against me, Potter?
She had never thought that a student would say "ominous" to her in her classroom, let alone predict death.
Professor Trelawney opened her eyes and took a new look at the Savior in front of her.
Hmm, a lightning-shaped scar on the head is indeed quite distinctive.
"So..." Professor Trelawney asked mysteriously, "Whose death did you actually see?"
"A snake," Harry said confidently. "I saw a snake made of smoke. What does it represent?"
"It represents..."
Professor Trelawney was stuck, then suddenly, as if inspired, she said loudly, "Yes, it represents the heir of Slytherin — this June, you shall have a battle—but not your final one..."
Hmm?
Did the professor really come up with this?
Harry scratched his face. Could it be that this professor really had a knack for prophecy?
But wasn’t Cassandra saying she was just a fraud who deceives people?
Then he remembered that it was because Professor Trelawney’s prophecy was leaked by Professor Snape that Voldemort decided to visit Godric’s Hollow...
Why is Voldemort so evil! Harry thought to himself.
"Who do you think will die?" Harry asked again.
"Most likely not you, my dear." Professor Trelawney lowered her head and patted Harry on the shoulder. "Don’t worry, in the future I see, you have quite a long life..."
Hmm, thank you, professor.
The students in the classroom were shocked. They obviously didn’t expect Professor Trelawney not to predict Harry’s death.
Is this still Professor Trelawney? Might she have been replaced by someone else?
Perhaps someone drank the Polyjuice Potion and turned into Professor Trelawney?
The more they thought about it, the more likely it seemed. Hermione wasn’t in the classroom; could it be her doing?
However, their suspicions remained just a guess. After Professor Trelawney announced the end of the class, everyone instantly lost their inclination to speculate and breathed a sigh of relief.
After all, the aroma in the room was too strong, so strong that they didn’t want to lift their eyelids to listen to the class.
Days passed quickly, and before they knew it, June had come.
Because of the Triwizard Tournament, all the exams were scheduled early.
Harry, being a warrior of the Triwizard Tournament, was exempted from the exams.
This meant he didn’t have to take any exams and could just sit there daydreaming, as long as he successfully became the champion of the Triwizard Tournament and got a pile of "O"s.
For this reason, Professor Snape was particularly unhappy. On the day he found out Harry didn’t have to take the exams, his face was long throughout the class, as if he had encountered something he couldn’t possibly endure.
"Look at his expression."
Back in the common room, Ron, who had held it in all day, finally exclaimed with joy, "I mean Professor Snape—didn’t you guys just see him? Didn’t you see his expression? It was like he had eaten twenty Flubber Worms, hahaha..."
Ron was extremely cautious now; he would never bad-mouth Snape in public, after all, he and Snape seemed to share a mystical bond. As soon as he bad-mouthed Snape, he would appear behind him.
Obviously, the head of Slytherin wouldn’t appear in the Gryffindor common room.
"I really want to ask him, what do Flubber Worms taste like?" Neville laughed along. "But what exactly set him off? He genuinely seemed angry; who made him mad? Was it Harry?"
"How could it be me?" Harry pointed to himself and said with a chuckle, "I didn’t even make a mistake in class and completed all his assignments perfectly!"
"Oh, maybe it’s because you were too perfect, he couldn’t find any fault, so he’s even madder," Seamus added.
Hearing Seamus’s explanation, everyone burst out laughing.
Indeed, maybe that’s the truth—Snape wanted to find fault with Harry, but Harry performed too well, leaving him without any angle to nitpick.
"Maybe you should say," Ron laughed, "Professor Snape, feel free to nitpick—if he finds something, maybe he won’t be that angry."
"I’m not that crazy," Harry rolled his eyes. "Careful, Professor Snape might pop up behind you right now and take it out on you."
"Hahaha!" Ron laughed, clutching his stomach. "No way! Snape is the head of Slytherin; why would he appear in the Gryffindor office? Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
"Anything is possible, Mr. Weasley."
Snape’s signature greasy and drawn-out voice suddenly sounded behind Ron, immediately making everyone feel the temperature around them drop by tens of degrees.
What the heck?
Ron felt as if he had fallen into an ice cavern, slowly turning around to find Professor Snape staring at him with a death-like gaze.
"Since you’re in the Gryffindor common room and not a public place, I won’t deduct your points," Professor Snape said icily, "However—your summer homework will be five times as much."