Chapter 225: 1 piece of advice

Jon did not leave the Forbidden Forest with Astoria.
After all, his new identity, Christopher Patrick, and Astoria Greengrass, are theoretically two complete strangers.
After Astoria first left the forbidden forest, it took ten minutes before he left the forbidden forest.
There are a few bandages on the fingers and arms, plus the previous Defence Against the Dark Arts class, I was so tired and panting...
So now, he looks a little embarrassed.
...
Dragging a tired pace, Jon walked into the castle.
He was going to go to the responsive room on the eighth floor first, and then see the Slytherin common room later.
But when he passed the third floor, he suddenly saw a figure coming out of Professor Dolores-Umbridge’s office.
The other party looked even more embarrassed than Jon. His left hand was holding his right hand, and his right hand was covered with a tissue, and a little blood could be seen on the tissue.
Jon frowned when he suddenly noticed.
He pretended to make a fuss and shouted in surprise: "Huh... Harry Potter? The boy who survived the catastrophe?"
Harry Potter frowned, and it took a while to recognize Jon’s "identity"—
It seems to be an exchange student from Durmstrang, a freshman in Slytherin, a fourth-grade student... Listening to Luna, he seems to be the same top student as Hermione, especially in the fortune-telling class.
"Hello." Harry greeted him somewhat coldly.
He has always had no liking for Slytherin students.
However, the other party does not seem to be aware of the traditional contradiction between Slytherin and Gryffindor. He may have not read the recent "Daily Prophet" and did not know that Harry's identity has changed from "the boy who survived" Become a "narcissist + delusion + murderer"...
He enthusiastically reached out his hand towards Harry:
"Christopher Patrick, nice to meet you, Mr. Potter!"
Without hitting the smiley man, Harry stretched out his left hand and shook hands with the Mr. Patrick.
At the same time, he rarely felt a little relief...Since the terrible reports in the Daily Prophet, few people have greeted and communicated with him in this tone.
Although he was just a Slytherin.
...
The two seemed to drop in and walked towards the eighth floor of the castle together.
"What's wrong with your right hand?" Christoph Patrick asked with a look of concern.
"Nothing..." Harry quickly covered the wound on his right hand covered by the tissue.
Harry used to think that he could not hate any teacher in the world more than Snape... but now he has to admit that he has found a blue-eyed competitor for Snape: Dolores Umm Rich. This woman, she is an evil, perverted, crazy... a monster that can't be described in words.
But this kind of emotion, Harry would naturally not show it in front of a stranger.
"It's nothing...just cut by a piece of glass!" Harry said, pretending to be indifferent.
"It is recommended that you use some white fresh, the treatment effect is good, will not leave scars!" Patrick reminded.
"Okay, thank you!" Harry nodded, "What happened to your arm?"
"I was bitten by a snake!" Patrick shrugged, "I was in the Forbidden Forest just now."
"Well..." Harry also reminded: "There are many beasts in the forbidden forest. Be careful when you enter!"
"Well, thank you!" Patrick also nodded.
The two of them just chatted without a word...
Harry suddenly thought of Luna's comments on the freshman yesterday, and couldn't help asking: "I heard that you are good at divination?"
"Yeah!" Patrick nodded: "But what is the name of your school's fortune-telling teacher... She is a big liar!"
This statement won Harry Potter's approval.
"Trilawney?" He added quickly.
"That's right... It's hard to imagine that such a witch with no predictive ability can actually be a teacher at Hogwarts!" Patrick said rudely.
"That's right!" Harry nodded repeatedly, and was angry at the thought that Trelawney would spend half a class in every divination class predicting that Harry would die.
"Then can you make a prediction for me?" He said jokingly, "Professor Trelawney often says I will die!"
"Okay!" Patrick smiled and nodded: "Extend your hand!"
...
Continuing to look at Harry's hand, Christopher Patrick thought for a moment, and then said: "First of all, you will not die early, but you can live a hundred years, and you will have three children!"
"Are you kidding?" Harry asked with a smile.
"Of course not!" Patrick nodded with a serious face: "That's what your lifeline and fertility line told me!"
Seeing his serious expression, Harry nodded quickly.
"Interesting!" Patrick frowned suddenly, then murmured.
Then he took a crystal ball out of his pocket, stopped and observed it carefully.
Harry was a little confused, and stopped with him.
"I saw a very interesting thing!" Patrick said with a smile: "I saw you writing... to an elder who told you about your injury?"
"Elder?" Harry asked in surprise.
"Your parents should have brothers and sisters, they are almost such relatives..." Patrick reminded.
"I only have one aunt!" Harry answered honestly.
"If there is only her, it is written to your aunt!"
"It's impossible!" Harry shook his head again and again. He could hardly imagine that he would write to Aunt Petunia, telling her that he was confined by Umbridge and engraved a line on his hand...
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"Give you a piece of advice, Potter!" He continued mysteriously: "What you see in the illusion may be real, but it can also be false... When you are immersed in it, you will definitely suffer. ."
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Harry wanted to ask something else.
"Christopher?" Draco Malfoy's voice suddenly came in the distance.
He just came out of the ancient rune classroom... and Harry and Patrick were right on the stairs of the sixth floor facing that classroom.
Harry didn't want Malfoy to see his hand, he ran away hastily.
Only at the top of the stairs, Patrick seemed to be talking to Malfoy.
There was also Malfoy's accusing voice: "Why do you mix with people like Potter?"