The King of Flags at Hogwarts

After the deans had eaten and drunk their fill, they went their separate ways.

Bobby was kept behind by the headmaster.

Dumbledore wrote a note, instructed Fawkes the Phoenix to grab it with his claws, and then disappeared from the office.

The old wizard looked at Bobby, who was sitting by the window jogging around in place: "Bobby, what's wrong?"

"It's alright, teacher. You ate a bit too much. Let it digest a little."

A moment later, Dumbledore clapped his hands lightly, and the door to the headmaster's office opened automatically, and a large black dog walked in.

“You’ve arrived, Mr. Green Hat. I must say, you’re quite fast.” When he said “green hat,” a mischievous glint flashed in Dumbledore’s eyes. Clearly, the old man had learned the meaning of the word in Chinese while studying it.

He glanced at Bobby, the little girl, as mischievous as ever.

Sirius Black transformed back into human form. "Professor Dumbledore summoned me, so naturally I must hurry here."

Dumbledore gestured for Sirius to sit down.

Sirius Black has such a keen nose! As soon as he entered the house, he smelled a strong aroma of food. He recognized this smell from the Evans mansion; it was the kind of Eastern dish called hot pot.

After he sat down, he touched his nose. "But Professor Dumbledore, although I quite like the name, I'm no longer cuckolded."

“No,” Dumbledore lowered his glasses slightly, looking directly into Sirius’s grey eyes, “I want you to stay green and protect Harry.”

Sirius's eyes narrowed slightly: "Is it about today?"

Dumbledore nodded: "Voldemort is back. He needs Harry's blood to be resurrected."

The man in the green hat jumped to his feet: "If you want to hurt Harry, you'll have to step over my dead body first!"

Bobby leaned closer and said, "Before that, I think Mr. Green Hat should have a pot of meat first."

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After finishing her breakfast, Bobby happily ran to her little "laboratory." Her alchemy skills had improved dramatically recently, and she was already able to make some interesting little gadgets on her own.

Hermione darted out from around the corner of the hallway and grabbed Bobby.

"Bobby! Are you free?"

Bobby glanced at her and said confidently, "Hello, Hermione from a few hours in advance."

Hermione was taken aback: "How did you know?"

Bobby smiled mysteriously: "Guess?"

In fact, the activity of magic in a wizard's body varies slightly at different times. Poppy, who can see magic from a young age, how could he not tell the difference?

Hermione didn't have time to play guessing games with Bobby, so she said urgently, "If you're free, come with me to my fortune-telling class!"

Bobby was very confused. "Why do I have to come along?"

Hermione's face darkened. "I had a bit of a disagreement with Professor Trelawney in the last Divination class. I thought you were somewhat of a seer, so perhaps you could help me with my studies."

What do you mean by "somewhat a prophet"? I can already see you marry Ron and have a daughter named Ross Weasley!

Ugh, ugh, ugh! How could Hermione marry Ron?! I, Poppy, will absolutely not allow such an absurd thing to happen.

Lost in thought, before Bobby could even refuse, Hermione pulled her into the Divination classroom.

After sitting down, Hermione said in a low voice, "I really don't like Professor Trelawney. I feel like she's a crazy liar."

Bobby looked Hermione straight in the eye and said very seriously, “Listen, Hermione, Aunt Sybil is a true prophet.”

"Okay, Bobby, I won't say anything."

Professor Trelawney, wearing large glasses and dressed like a gypsy woman, came into the classroom from her small room.

“Oh, children, I’m so glad you’re all here safely,” she said, adjusting her heavy reading glasses. “Yesterday I saw a blood-red sky and a thick black fog. It was ominous, extremely ominous. We may be facing another difficult period ahead.”

Hermione twitched her lips. She wanted to say that Professor Trelawney was just spreading rumors and trying to attract attention again, but when she saw Bobby's serious face, her heart skipped a beat.

“Oh, Bobby!” Trelawney saw Bobby sitting in the back row. She completely ignored Granger, who had no third eye and was rude and impolite, and said enthusiastically, “I’m so glad to see you in my class!”

"Bobby Evans is hardworking and studious, giving..."

Bobby quickly spoke up, "Give it to Gryffindor!" Firstly, because she was currently sitting in Gryffindor, and secondly, because the twins had already lost 50 points in Gryffindor since the start of the semester for going out at night—Filch, who could use magic, was no longer so easy to bully.

"Give Gryffindor ten points."

The young wizards of Gryffindor all wore expressions of joy, and Harry and Ron even secretly high-fived each other in celebration.

"Kids, we all know that Bobby Evans is a prophet. Don't you want to hear Bobby's prophecies?"

All the little wizards turned to look at Poppy.

Bobby was a little embarrassed, and she said weakly, "But the results of my predictions are usually not very good..."

"It's alright, child, go ahead and make your prophecies. Use me as an example to demonstrate your third eye to these beginners!"

“Okay…” Bobby was a little hesitant. After thinking for a moment, she said, “Sybil Trelawney will knock out a tooth at lunch today.”

"A brilliant prophecy!" Trelawney clapped her hands happily. "I feel the threads of fate wrapping around me!"

Suddenly, her eyes became unfocused, and her voice became muffled: "Through the realm of death, at the end of the land of death, the final resting place of the soul. The black monster intends to devour the world, and the only hope is for the twin souls to unite as one, one from Emperor Julius Lessar and the other from the Roman Emperor Augustus."

Trelawney took two steps back, steadying herself by holding onto the table. The crystal ball on the table flipped over, but was stopped by Poppy when it was less than three inches from the ground.

“Oh, thank you, darling,” Trelawney said, regaining her senses. “What’s wrong with me?”

Some of the young wizards were frightened by Trelawney's performance, while others looked thoughtful, and still others, like Hermione, wore expressions of disdain.

Only Bobby knew that just now, Sybil Trelawney had made a real prophecy.

But the next lesson...

For a "naturally gifted" person like Bobby, the divination theory made her drowsy, and this class was simply torture!

As soon as the divination class ended, Bobby was the first to rush out of the classroom.

The second is Hermione, who still needs to hand over her responsibilities to "herself," so she can't afford to delay.

At lunchtime, the professors looked at Trelawney with great curiosity.

In front of her were all kinds of soups and broths, probably because Bobby had predicted that she would knock out her teeth?

Today's lunch included spicy soup, which is also one of Trelawney's favorite dishes.

She really shouldn't have chosen it today.

The pepper and chili made her sneeze, and her teeth hit the rim of the bowl, knocking out a front tooth.

Chapter 85 The Werewolf Professor (Part 1)

Since the peaceful Halloween of last school year (Malfoy and the snakes that floated on the auditorium ceiling all night: Peace my ass), the curse of "something always happens on Halloween" seems to have been broken, and this year's Halloween went incredibly smoothly.

Everything at the school seemed so normal, and even Hagrid, who was a new professor, was doing a great job with Bobby's advice.

Draco Malfoy, having been taught for two consecutive years, has kept a much lower profile this year. Knowing that Hagrid is Poppy's best friend, even though he still looks down on the half-giant, he didn't dare to cause trouble in class.

November 11th. rain.

Gryffindor and Hufflepuff began their Quidditch match of the school year amidst a raging storm.

All the players wore goggles, and amidst the flashes of lightning and thunder, they sped along at breakneck speed.

Despite the strong winds, heavy rain, dampness, and cold, the atmosphere on the field was still filled with joy.

The Dementors around the school, drawn by the joyful mood, were now eager to come forward and have a feast.

Bobby was practically dragged to the game by Hermione. Bobby wasn't happy about it; in this heavy rain, wouldn't it be better to just stay in the locker room and nap?

But Hermione said, "Do you remember last year when you made me stay in bed for a whole year?"

So Bobby obediently complied and sat quietly in the Gryffindor stands, watching his foolish brother compete against the handsome Hufflepuff Cedric.

On the pitch, Cedric spotted the Golden Snitch and quickly climbed up, with Harry a few seconds behind, giving chase.

However, the wizards lacked scientific knowledge, and Cedric actually charged straight into the thundercloud, got his hair splattered, and fell down.

Harry seized the opportunity and sped forward. Although the weather had deteriorated to an extreme degree, he could still track the Golden Snitch's movements.

Raindrops pattered against his goggles, but that did nothing to stop him from moving forward.

Suddenly, several Dementors appeared in Harry's field of vision. He was terrified and desperately began to maneuver, trying to avoid the Dementors that swung like rags in the gale. But there were at least five or six Dementors, and soon he was in grave danger.

Suddenly, a silver figure appeared in mid-air. Harry looked up and saw his cousin, Bobby Evans.

Bobby was a little late, and before Harry could even rejoice, he passed right by a Dementor, his mother screaming, Voldemort's maniacal laughter, and that eerie green light...

Bobby tried to save Harry, but she was wrong. Harry still fell, and his Nimbus 2000 seemed destined to be shattered, blown by the wind towards the Whomping Willow.

In the stands, Hermione and Ron cried out in alarm, while Green Hat barked frantically, wishing he could transform into human form and rush to Harry's rescue.

Bobby didn't go to pick up Harry; she knew Dumbledore was on the pitch and he wouldn't let anything happen to Harry.

So now, she has more important things to do.

Poppy rapidly expanded the Patronus Charm covering her body, transforming it into a giant circle in the air, allowing the young wizards to clearly see every single hair on Poppy's Patronus.

The Dementors turned to flee, but the enraged Poppy wouldn't let them succeed.

The Dementors, representing despair, discovered to their despair that behind them flew an equally enormous silver phoenix and a Taotie standing in mid-air.

Yes, just as Dumbledore could summon more than three Guardians, Poppy can now skillfully control two Guardians simultaneously.

Dementors can't be killed? What a joke!

She had learned Hades' soul magic on Olympus; Hades loved to draw out the souls of sinners and whip them. That kind of pain directly affects the soul, driving a person to the brink of madness.

Things became much simpler when they were in Bobby's hands.

When people describe someone as having no soul, they don't mean that the person actually has no soul, but rather that they are like a walking corpse, devoid of knowledge and understanding.

This also applies to Dementors; these ugly creatures also have souls.

Poppy flicked out a purple magic hook, pulling a pale blue soul from the chest of a Dementor. The soul had a human-like appearance, but its features had become very blurry.

The moment the soul was drawn out, the Dementor's body rapidly disintegrated, and the remains were immediately swept away by the raging storm to who-knows-where.

So the Dementor's soul in Poppy's hand became a dead soul at the same moment.

Since it's a ghost, its fate is up to Bobby.