Hogwarts: This holy light is righteously evil

"Isn't the next class Potions?" Marcos said, sidling up to Puni after packing his things.

Puni nodded.

Marcus's lips curled into a sneer: "I've heard that the two most serious professors in the entire college are Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape—why do we have to attend all their classes on the very first day of school?"

Roger joined in, tossing his already short hair: "But as long as you don't provoke him, it seems there won't be any problems."

Eddie nodded in agreement: "That's what I heard too. Professor Snape's seriousness seems to be more suited to Gryffindor students."

Puni couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing.

"Puni, what are you laughing at?" Qiu Zhang looked over.

Puni waved his hand: "It's nothing, I just thought of something interesting. Let's go, let's hurry to the next classroom, don't be late."

Marcos nodded in agreement and followed Puni out.

Roger and Eddie walked side by side.

Qiu Zhang also left the classroom with her roommates.

"Puni, you must know all sorts of gossip about Hogwarts, right?"

On the way, Marcos asked.

Why do you say that?

"After all, your family must have a lot of books—and you seem to love reading too. In short, you seem like a very studious person, completely different from me." Marcos scratched his head.

Puni smiled: "So, is there something you want to ask?"

Marcos grinned sheepishly. "I just wanted to know if there's anything to be wary of when facing Professor Snape—is he going to turn into an Animagus and wait for us on the podium?"

Puni blinked, then shook his head: "Don't worry, even if Professor Snape knows Animagus, he won't show it in front of you."

"As for whether there's anything I should be aware of..."

Puni stroked his chin. "There is a little bit."

"What?" Marcos asked impatiently.

"Professor Snape may appear behind you at any time, silently—just remember not to be startled."

"What?!" Marcos's eyes widened. "Wouldn't that make him a ghost?!"

Puni coughed twice: "Don't be so loud. Aren't you afraid of running into Professor Snape?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the two turned the corner and were met by a woman who reeked of alcohol.

"Bang!"

Puni had tried to move aside, but Marcos was right next to him, blocking his way like a city wall.

Finally, the woman crashed right into him.

"Excuse me." Puni took a step back, then stood still and looked up at the woman.

He didn't hear any footsteps around the corner.

This woman either had been standing there all along, or she appeared out of nowhere.

Thin, gaudy, heavy and rigid.

The thick-rimmed glasses on her face were frighteningly large, making her eyes appear even bigger. She also wore an extremely rich array of accessories, including various bracelets, necklaces, wooden bangles, and rings.

"Haha~ I really bumped into it! It really was fate guiding me!"

The woman was shaking her head and seemed somewhat delirious.

As she opened her mouth, a strong smell of hangover wafted out.

Puni's expression remained unchanged, but Marcos beside him quickly took several steps back and raised his hand to fan himself.

"I've already seen what the future holds; this morning I'll bump into someone at the corner—and that person is you!"

He's a charlatan.

Or rather... a "prophet" like himself?

Puni smiled politely: "Good morning. I'm in a hurry to get to class, so I won't bother with pleasantries."

He turned back to Marcos and gestured before continuing forward.

However, just as they walked past the woman, she began to convulse.

"The Demon King...the Demon King has been defeated!"

?

Puni turned around.

Trelawney's explosive hair was seen swaying back and forth.

"I saw the light! What a righteous light it was—yet within it was evil!"

Will that light bring new life... or disaster? Everything! Everything is still unknown!

Puni tilted his head.

Light?

He was thinking of something.

So, is this charlatan professor just faking his madness, or has he actually predicted something?

Could it possibly have something to do with his holy light?

"Fred, can't you hear someone shouting?"

"Oh, I guess it's Professor Trelawney again!"

"I think so too."

Two red-haired men walked from one side of the passage and saw Puni being tripped up by Trelawney.

"Hahahaha! We were right! Puni, how's it going? What destiny revelation did Professor Trelawney give you?"

George grinned.

Fred wasn't much better off.

"A professor?" Markuston paused. "You're saying she's a professor, not some drunken lunatic who's supposed to be cleaning Hogwarts but is causing a scene here?"

"Yes," George nodded.

"She's the professor in charge of divination classes, and every year when freshmen start school, she picks one or two unlucky students and curses them with terrible things," Fred shrugged.

"I think she's just faking it," George added.

"It must be an act! Many of her prophecies never came true—even the curses," Fred replied.

"—That light will illuminate everything! But in the end, the light will vanish! The Demon King will ultimately defeat the Demon King!"

Trelawney let out one last scream, then her eyes rolled back, and she landed on the back of her head with a thud.

Marcos shuddered at the sight, wincing in pain: "My God! That really hurts!"

He turned to look at the Penny and Weasley twins, completely bewildered.

"Are you sure she's faking it? — With her head in her hands? Should we help her up right away?"

George gave Marcos a strange look: "Are you crazy? Why did you help her up?"

Fred agreed: "Don't you find the sound pleasant?"

Marcos: ? ? ?

—The people of Gryffindor are definitely a bit abnormal!

He had heard many senior students mention it at the banquet yesterday, but he didn't really understand it then. Now, however, he realized it very clearly.

Puni sighed, "Our next class is Potions. Anyway, I bumped into her and helped her up. If you have time, could you please take her to the school clinic?"

"All right."

"—It's because your next class is Potions."

"It just so happens that our next class is History of Magic."

"Go quickly."

"Otherwise, Professor Snape won't let you off the hook."

"He might poison your medicine!"

"If you hear those two words, don't hesitate—head straight to the school clinic!"

The twins sang in unison, then lifted Trelawney off the ground in perfect harmony.

Puni nodded: "Thank you for reminding me, I will be careful."

Marcos, standing to the side, was even more bewildered.

No?

What is that??

The professors at this college actually poisoned their students?!

Merlin's big butt!

What kind of mess is this?!