Hogwarts: I'm the only cultivator here!

Ye Feng: ...

excuse me.

Now that the tea brewed from this full cup of water is so strong and bitter, if less water were used, it would kill someone. So Ye Feng silently picked up the teacup, closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, tilted his head back, and gulped down the tea in a few gulps.

"Boom~"

Ye Feng slammed the empty teacup onto the table. The students around him couldn't help but swallow hard at his expression. Some students who hadn't started drinking tea looked at their teacups as if they were holding a bomb.

"Is it really that bad? I think it's alright." Malfoy, who always liked to contradict Ye Feng and the others, looked at the tea in his hand with some disdain, then brought the teacup to his lips and took a big gulp.

"Hmm... the tea flavor is very strong and authentic. Although it's a bit bitter at first sip, a subtle sweetness quickly follows. While it's not a high-end tea, it's still quite good."

"Ye Feng, you haven't never had a good cup of tea before, have you?"

Ye Feng: (O_o)??

Do you want to listen to what you're saying again? And do you want to think about where I came from? And what kind of taste is this? The tea leaves are all broken into dust, and you still call it good tea? Just how bad is your tea?

Oh, so tea leaf divination requires patterns formed by tea leaves? Never mind then.

Although Ye Feng really wanted to retort, he remembered that the tea was prepared by Professor Trelawney. If he retorted, although he would definitely win in the end, Professor Trelawney would be the one who would get hurt. So Ye Feng glanced at Malfoy indifferently and said nothing more.

Malfoy was overjoyed that Ye Feng didn't answer, but then he was startled when he remembered his father's warning on the way here. Seeing that Ye Feng wasn't angry, Malfoy, who habitually had a foul mouth, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Alright, are you all finished drinking now? If you're done, swap cups with your deskmate and help each other with divination."

This time, it wasn't Hermione sitting at the same table as Ye Feng, but Neville. And when Ye Feng picked up Neville's teacup and started analyzing the patterns in the book, he discovered something quite interesting.

According to the interpretation of the tea leaf pattern, Neville's future has two possible paths. One is more bumpy, but as long as he can muster his courage, he can create miracles. The other is more interesting; he will have a plain, peaceful, and happy life.

Just then, Professor Trelawney walked over to Neville and glanced at Ye Feng's teacup.

"what!"

Professor Trelawney couldn't help but exclaim in surprise the moment he saw the tea leaf pattern at the bottom of the teacup, because the tea leaves, or rather the tea leaf spread, at the bottom of Ye Feng's teacup were spread very evenly.

The phrase "spread evenly" is exactly what it means, because the tea leaves in Ye Feng's teacup were simply spread evenly on the bottom of the cup, covering the entire bottom without forming any pattern.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ye Feng, this is the first time I've seen this situation. However, I don't think it's a bad thing, because it may mean infinite possibilities. Your destiny is in your own hands."

Ye Feng: Σ(っ°Д°;)っ

"Is...is it possible to interpret it this way?"

Chapter 142 can actually be interpreted this way? (Part 2)

Ye Feng hadn't expected that the tea leaves, which might have spread to the bottom of the cup because he had placed them down so heavily, could have such an explanation. But it was actually quite interesting, after all, he was a cultivator, and what cultivators ultimately pursued was to become immortals, transcend, and attain eternal freedom and great liberation.

Just as Ye Feng was sighing inwardly, Professor Trelawney exclaimed again, even throwing Harry's teacup directly onto the table.

“My dear child…my dear…you have…an ominous sign.”

Judging from Professor Trelawney's shocked and incredulous expression, and the fact that her mouth kept opening and closing while she spoke haltingly, she was genuinely terrified. Moreover, after she finished speaking, she kept backing away, as if she had seen something horrifying.

At that moment, a dark-skinned, chubby boy in the same class found the ominous explanation in the book and read it aloud.

"Its shape is that of a ghostly dog, the most terrifying omen in our world, foreshadowing death."

After the little black fat man finished speaking, everyone looked at Harry with disbelief. After all, this was the boy who had survived Voldemort's clutches, yet now he was being prophesied to die.

Ye Feng was somewhat skeptical.

If you're talking about the original TV series or the original book, that's somewhat possible, but he's still around now. As long as he's there, even if the Earth explodes, Harry won't die if he wants to. As for Voldemort...

Well… it’s not that Ye Feng looks down on him, but if that guy dared to attack Hogwarts now, he probably wouldn’t even need to lift a finger and would be crushed by the Hogwarts teachers and students.

Besides, patterns are mostly subjective speculation, aside from preconceived notions and the direction of observation. You might think it's a big black dog, but I might not. So Ye Feng reached out and took Harry's teacup.

"Wait a minute, Professor, this doesn't look like a big black dog to me. It looks more like a dragon."

Everyone: ┌(.Д。)┐

Everyone was shocked when Ye Feng said this. Professor Trelawney, who had already retreated far away, rushed back and shouted, "Impossible! Why do you think he's a dragon?"

Ye Feng: "This picture really does look like it, look..."

Figure:

"These are the dragon's horns, these are its forepaws, these are its wings, this is its tail, these are its hind legs. You see, isn't this a dragon? It's just that the wings are a bit small, so it might be an immature dragon."

"Boom~"

"Ha ha ha ha"

As soon as Ye Feng finished speaking, laughter erupted in the classroom. After listening to Ye Feng's explanation, Professor Trelawney looked at the tea leaves pattern in Harry's teacup again and for some reason, he felt that Ye Feng's words made more and more sense.

“Mr. Ye Feng, you are right. I was wrong because I didn’t look carefully enough. This is indeed a giant dragon, not a ghostly dog.”

Ye Feng: (～￣▽￣)～

Professor Trelawney was successfully led astray by Ye Feng, though strictly speaking, it wasn't really that much of a deviation, since Harry's life-or-death crisis wouldn't exist if Ye Feng wanted to.

Perhaps it was the effect of that strong cup of tea, but no one dozed off in the divination class; everyone was quite alert, and even after class ended, almost everyone remained energetic. Of course, it's also possible that the next class was a class on magical creatures.

Surprisingly, after class, Hermione, who had been hiding in the back and being relatively quiet, ran back to Ye Feng and the others and became lively again. This surprised Ye Feng, who couldn't help but turn his head and glance at Hermione's chest.

Don't get me wrong. Although Hermione is quite well-developed now, at least a B cup, she's dressed very conservatively, or rather, all the Hogwarts students are dressed very conservatively, so there's nothing to see. What he was actually looking at was the necklace on Hermione's chest.

"This is a time converter? That's pretty amazing. But does Hermione even need one right now? Oh, I almost forgot, some classes are scheduled at the same time. But that's easy to solve. Just record the other class. You can also use your magic clone."

"Magical clone..."

"Hmm... Voldemort, when are you coming? I'm not comfortable teaching Zhang Qiu and the others the Grimoire without your testing, and without practicing the Grimoire, my magic power won't keep up, and without enough magic power, I won't be able to use many spells. So... Voldemort, when are you coming?"

Amidst Ye Feng's profound melancholy, he and his companions followed Hagrid into the Forbidden Forest.

Unlike the original series, the other students, including Ravenclaw, are not unfamiliar with the Forbidden Forest, because they now practice the unity of knowledge and action, which means they not only learn the knowledge in books, but also go and see for themselves to verify it.

The book for the course "Fantastic Beasts" is called the Book of Beasts. The reason for this name is simple: the book is like a beast. It not only has the appearance of a beast, that is, the cover has fur and fangs, but it can also move like a living creature.

If you're not careful when you open a book, you might get bitten by it, and that's no joke, because every year there are always one or two unlucky people who get bitten.

And that was indeed the case. When the book was opened, the crowd instantly went into chaos. However, as long as it was opened properly, there was no danger. Ye Feng said that as long as you are strong enough, any wild beast will turn into a cat.

Actually, the book wanted to cause trouble at the beginning, but given Ye Feng's physical condition, the book's power was practically nonexistent. So when Ron foolishly imitated Ye Feng and opened it directly...

"Ow~"

"Quick! Harry, quick! Get this damn book off my ass!"

"Ha ha ha ha…"

Seeing Ron's miserable state, the others burst into laughter, while Ye Feng was full of questions. He couldn't understand why Ron would be so desperate.

"Ouch~ That hurts so much! But Ye Feng, I clearly opened this book the way you did, so why is your book so quiet while mine is so fierce?"

Ye Feng: (￣ー￣)

Ye Feng was speechless in the face of this simpleton, so he simply handed the Book of Beasts to Ron, and then…

"Holy crap! Harry, help me! I don't want my partner's butt to have a tooth mark on it too!"

"Ha ha ha ha…"

The laughter in the Forbidden Forest grew even louder, and when Ye Feng took back the Book of Beasts, which was frantically opening and closing to bite him, Ron finally understood why the book was so quiet in Ye Feng's hands—because Ye Feng's strength was too great, and it simply couldn't move.

Having learned a lesson from reality, Ron obediently opened his book as Hagrid had taught him. It was at this moment that Hagrid returned with a magical creature, a four-legged... bird-horse?

"This is a hippogriff, a magical creature said to be very arrogant and bad-tempered." Perhaps noticing Ye Feng's confusion, Hermione, who was already reading a book, explained without looking up.

Ye Feng: "Oh~ I get it, a bird-horse with a very bad temper."

Hermione: (。oˇ?ˇo。)

Chapter 143 Ye Feng: There are actually kind people rushing to give away money.

The bird-horse (a winged beast with a hippogriff) might be a rare sight in the Western magical world, but it's quite common in Chinese mythology and supernatural tales, so Ye Feng wasn't too surprised to see it.

More importantly, he had already come into contact with this thing before, but it was too stupid and only had eyes for food, so he disliked it and only fed it some sable, collecting a few materials in the process—long feathers on its wings and fine down on its body.

Oh, I forgot to mention, Ye Feng and Zhang Qiu's blankets are made of the fine down of this magical creature, so even without air conditioning or anything, they can stay warm in winter and cool in summer, allowing them to sleep comfortably until dawn.

Therefore, when Hagrid proudly brought out the harpy (a winged beast with a hippopotamus head and body), Ye Feng wasn't surprised at all, let alone afraid...

Just by looking at that group of eager Hogwarts students, you can tell how much martial spirit this year's students possess.

"Professor Hagrid, can you ride a hippogriff? If you put on a suit of armor, it would be really cool and powerful on the battlefield!" Unlike in the original series, where everyone was extremely wary of the hippogriff after hearing Hagrid's introduction.

This time, before Hagrid could even suggest that a student come up and try to interact with the hippogriff after introducing it, the students below had already spoken up and asked questions that left Hagrid completely baffled.

As is well known, Hagrid has a mysterious love for magical creatures, or you could say he has a crazy collecting obsession with them. So he treats these magical creatures like his own beloved children, and that's why he immediately put on a stern face when asked this question.

“Sir, the hippogriff is an extremely proud creature. You should not treat it as an ordinary warhorse that you can drive at will. You should treat it as your closest companion.”

"Of course, this student's idea is still possible to realize, provided that you gain its approval..."

"Pigeon~"

Before Hagrid could finish speaking, a joyful cry came from behind him, and beside it, Ye Feng's 'little hand' was gently stroking its long and sturdy wings.

Hagrid: Σ(゜ロ゜;)

Hagrid was stunned to see the long feather fall off naturally with a gentle touch from Ye Feng. Ye Feng, as if nothing had happened, naturally put the long feather into his spatial ring and then gently stroked the hippogriff's wings again.

"stop!"

Hagrid, who considered magical creatures his own children, couldn't bear to see this, so he shouted it out loud. This shout startled the hippogriff, which turned its head and looked at Hagrid with a puzzled expression, as if wondering why Hagrid had disturbed its meal.

Hagrid: [○?｀Д?? ○]

Hagrid was instantly enraged by the Hippogriff's innocent eyes, and when he saw Ye Feng throw another sable corpse to the Hippogriff and pluck another feather, he finally couldn't sit still any longer.

“Mr. Ye Feng, although Buckbeak likes you very much, it has a limited number of feathers. If you pluck too many, it won’t be able to fly anymore, so please stop.”

"Goo?"

Buckbeak picked up another sable, crushed its bones with a couple of presses, and swallowed it whole. Hearing Hagrid's words, Buckbeak turned to look at him again. When it saw that Ye Feng hadn't plucked the sable's feathers after it finished eating, it tilted its head at Ye Feng, and then…

Hagrid:!!!∑(?Д?ノ)ノ

Ye Feng: ┐(??｀)┌

Seeing the long feather that the hippogriff used its beak to pluck out and hand to him, Ye Feng spread his hands innocently. This left Hagrid and the other students stunned, because they never expected that the hippogriff would actually pluck the feather off and give it to Ye Feng.