Chapter 330: Conflict in the auditorium

"You are the most gifted girl I've ever seen!" Trelawney swept the bulky book underground. Grabbed Pansy's hand, swayed, and said excitedly.
"I said maybe, the person you fortune-telling will come back soon, I promise, for the time being he is not in any danger."
The true prophet has his own spirituality.
Pansy's face showed some embarrassing and uncomfortable smiles. In fact, she didn't feel any talent, but just said what she saw.
But the mood was lighter.
The classroom was clouded with fog, and the candlelight showed an ambiguous pink color, with a faint incense lingering at the tip of Pansy's nose.
"A sneeze." She sneezes a little uncomfortably and rubbed her nose.
"Thank you." Pansy then bowed towards Trelawney.
"No, this is just a trivial matter, and I am also happy for you. It is a proud thing to be able to see the future through the mist." Trelawney shook her head.
Then Pansy happily left the classroom. She is now going to the auditorium for lunch.
For a while, the pace was much lighter.
As Trelawney started to sort out and tidy up her teaching aids, the tightly closed trapdoor was opened, and another person climbed the silver ladder and appeared in her classroom.
"Professor Snape?" Trelawney's face showed surprise.
"It was Dumbledore who asked me to come to you." Snape's robe dragged quickly to Trelawney, then immediately pulled out the wand in his sleeve and cast a spell.
The surrounding candles went out instantly, and the room fell into darkness.
Light and sound are blocked.
His voice didn't bring a touch of emotion, and the low, soothing habit of spitting words in the past became a little hasty.
Trelawney raised her ears, barely keeping up with the man's thoughts in front of her.
Five minutes later.
"You mean, want me to make a false prophecy?" Trelawney widened her eyes. Under the magnification of her frame, it became more and more funny, and the eyes were almost half the size of the face.
She screamed and looked at the man in front of her in disbelief.
"I am very principled, Severus, even if this is Dumbledore's request." Trelawney frowned. "Especially I will be responsible for my predictions. If I succeed, it is destiny." The instructions cannot be changed, and even if there are occasional mistakes, fate corrects 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 classes in the afternoon.
With the fifth grade, each student's task is much heavier.
Then as soon as she pushed the door in, she heard an annoying male voice.
"Retribution, is Malfoy caught?" Ron held up a daily prophet at the table, and said happily, it was estimated that he had finished his lunch.
This made Pansy's heart suddenly stop beating for half a beat.
Then he paused for a moment, then said loudly again.
"Oh, it doesn't look like that. It's a pity where it was estimated to be."
"Close your mouth." Pansy walked angrily, looking at Ron angrily, her shoulders trembling.
"If I said no," Ron said indifferently, looking provocatively at the girl in front of him.
"Then I will give you a good lesson."
Pansy impulsively raised his wand, fired a spell at Ron, and struck his face.
This is a pure impact spell.
With a series of sounds.
Ron's head was raised high first, and then the whole head was planted directly into the deep bowl in front of him. The thick soup was splashing everywhere, showing awkwardness.
"I'm going to teach you well." Ron immediately pulled the dishes off his head and smashed it resentfully on the table, struggling to get up from the seat, spitting foam on the ground, and then rubbing I wiped my hair wet with soup.
He pulled out his wand at Pansy.
He just carelessly just now, with Moody's special training, he doesn't think he might lose to this girl.
The atmosphere stretched out for a while.
It was only then that Pansy put down the wand he raised and hid behind him, and it seemed to be halting again.
"What are you doing?" Professor McGonagall wore her tall dark green pointed hat, and walked sternly to the two of them with a serious face, looked around, and then saw an embarrassed Ron, embracing his hands. Pansy.
Ron's head seemed to be stained with green leaves.
The rest of the Slytherin students who had eaten slowly and who had not left at the table, began to laugh after seeing this funny scene until Professor McGonagall’s cold eyes swept them away. Only then became honestly quiet.
"Slytherin, 20 seconds off, Pansy Parkinson used a curse on classmates."
"Miss Parkinson, even if you are the senior 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 with austerity.
"Yes." Pansy nodded cleverly at this time, accepted the reality, and then walked casually towards the Slytherin long table, pulled out a chair, and sat down.
Several other lower-grade Slytherin students are all admiring eyes.
Don't care how many points the college has deducted.
"Okay, Weasley, stop here." Looking at Ron's dissatisfaction, and wanting to say something, Professor McGonagall said to him: "Gryffindor's courage is not used in fighting. Cruel."
Then she left.
A dispute seems to have disappeared in this way.
But something unexpected happened again.
"Mr. Weasley, you, as the senior of Gryffindor, your clothes are not uniform~EbookFREE.me~ failed to set a good example, buckled 20." Snape's gloomy and obscure measurement Appeared beside Ron.
Speaking in disgust, he sat at Slytherin's long table, and he didn't seem to eat.
"It's really pitiful for someone to be deducted for such an embarrassment." Pansy looked at him and smiled with pride.
Ron clenched his fists in anger, but he didn't know what he had thought of, and he loosened again.
"Anyone is being chased and run by a dog as a funeral family anyway. I don't know which day the wilderness will die."
Pansy's face immediately went white, and he squeezed the knife and fork in his hand.
Since you can't do it, then continue to play tricks on each other
After some tossing, this gunpowder-flavored lunch was finally over.
Pansy irritated and left the auditorium impatiently, running down a gravel road towards Slytherin's lounge.