Hogwarts and the Holy Grail War

Ethan sat opposite her, looking at Alana with a smile on his face, and took a new teacup and took a sip of hot tea.

Then he stuck out his tongue because of the burn.

not long ago.

As soon as Professor Trelawney announced the end of get out of class, Alanna took Ethan's hand and said she wanted to find a quiet place to do another divination for him.

"Ethan, you have just started to learn the science of divination, and everything you see is not accurate." The girl's face was full of impatience, "I will do divination for you again, and I will definitely get a different result."

"Oh, it's okay, Alanna, don't worry." Ethan let Alanna pull his body, looking lazy and enjoying it. "I will just stay in Hogwarts recently. What kind of danger can I encounter? What can threaten my life?"

Anyway, he was just talking nonsense, there's no way it makes sense.

Besides, he couldn't think of anyone in Hogwarts who could really hurt him.

Unless Snape suddenly turns against him and gives him a sharp and invisible blow.

"But what Professor Trelawney said just now... No, we have to do the divination again!" Alanna grabbed Ethan's wrist with increasing force, "I'm sure you'll be fine!"

"What's the matter, dear?" Professor Trelawney came out of the office and leaned on the railing to look at the two people below. "Do you want to do divination? Why not do it here? You can ask me if you have any vague questions."

"Okay, I'll trouble you, Professor." Alana nodded. "Let's start by interpreting the tea leaves."

The two sat down at a round table. Professor Trelawney brought them two teacups, then sat in her winged armchair, staring at the crystal ball in front of her in a trance.

Ethan fanned the tip of his burned tongue with his hand and asked vaguely, "How is it, did you see anything?"

"Hmm..." Alana hesitated, frowning, "I'm not sure. It's too vague."

"What's the matter, dear?" Professor Trelawney came and sat down next to Alanna. "Didn't you see anything?"

"I saw it, Professor," Alana raised her head and grimaced, "but the things on it..."

"Let me see." Professor Trelawney took the teacup from Alanna and gently rotated it counterclockwise in her palm.

"Ah, a falcon with its wings spread, dear." Professor Trelawney squinted at the tea leaves and muttered, "You have a new enemy."

"I know that, professor." Ethan nodded.

The man in black robes that he met in Hogsmeade, perhaps he could be considered his new nemesis.

"It looks like a snake, which means abandonment and betrayal." Professor Trelawney continued, "You may be betrayed by the person you trust most..."

"Professor, I don't even know many people in Hogwarts." Ethan chuckled, "Besides, how could I be worthy of being betrayed?"

"No, no, no, dear." Professor Trelawney shook her head. "Don't underestimate yourself and ignore some signs. And the one next to the snake... this is a butterfly, which means the dead. You may be haunted by the dead."

"Ghosts?" Ethan raised his eyebrows. "Professor, are you talking about the ghosts in Hogwarts?"

"The dead are not the same as ghosts, dear." Professor Trelawney shook her head. "The dead mean the lingering ghosts. It may also refer to those who should have died a long time ago, but they have escaped the punishment of the god of death by chance, so they are considered dead."

"And..." Professor Trelawney turned the teacup half a circle again, and suddenly began to breathe heavily. She suddenly opened her eyes wide, and slowly placed the teacup on the table with trembling hands.

"No, dear." Professor Trelawney pushed up her glasses. "You have no."

"I have an 'unknown'?" Ethan became interested and leaned forward.

"It's ominous, dear." Professor Trelawney began to scream, "The skeleton with its bloody mouth opened wide, this is a bad omen, a very bad omen! Not only death, you will encounter something more terrible than death!"

"Professor, are you seeing things?" Alanna grabbed Professor Trelawney's clothes, looking terrified. "Is this really... ominous? Are you sure it's not something else? For example... it's actually a top hat, right?"

"You're right, dear." Professor Trelawney calmed down, gently stroking Alanna's hand, and her tone returned to her usual trance. "It's ominous."

"Okay, let's stop here today. I'm very sorry to bother you, professor." Ethan stood up from the futon, patted the non-existent dust on himself, and smiled, "As for the results of your divination, professor, I will be careful."

It was so funny. He didn't take Professor Trelawney's horrific remarks seriously at all.

If it was a true prophecy made by her when she opened her third eye, then I might have panicked for a while. Unfortunately, it was not the case now. It was just the nonsense of a charlatan.

But some people don't think so.

"Wait for me, Ethan." Alanna also stood up quickly, "I'll go with you."

Ethan opened the trap door and jumped directly from the classroom to the ground, watching Alana slowly climb down the rope ladder step by step.

Speechless all the way.

Ethan walked carelessly up the marble stairs, and Alana followed behind him, pacing slowly up the stairs with a sad face.

"Ethan." Alanna stopped on the stairs and called Ethan.

"What's the matter?" Ethan turned around and looked at the worried-looking girl in front of him.

"Don't take Professor Trelawney's words to heart." Alanna pursed her lips, as if she had made a great decision, and said, "Divination... It's not rigorous, it's all random guesses, it's not accurate!"

"So you will be fine." The girl took two steps forward and held Ethan's big hands with both hands, as if she was comforting him and convincing herself, "Nothing dangerous will happen."

"Yeah, I know." Ethan put his other hand on Alana's hands and rubbed them gently, "I'll be fine."

He had clearly said in class that Professor Trelawney's divination was very accurate, but now he was saying those insincere words to comfort himself.

It's really hard for her. I'm sure she's very conflicted.

"What are you doing?"

Cassandra came up from downstairs holding two books and looked at the two people behaving intimately with a wary look on her face.

Did this man really take action?

Chapter 107 Is July a single-update month or a double-update month?

"Well, let's cross out Muggle Studies for now. Divination is fun, but you really can't learn anything from it. But... let's keep it for now. Damn it, why is History of Magic still a compulsory course!"

Saturday morning, Gryffindor common room.

Ethan sat on the sofa by the fireplace, pointing at a piece of parchment in his hand, sighing from time to time, looking very distressed.

"Hey, Ethan, what are you doing?" Several class leaders who were familiar with Ethan sat down next to him naturally and asked.

"I'm planning my class schedule." Ethan shook the parchment in his hand and said without looking up.

"Come on, let us give you some advice." Chris put his arm around Ethan's shoulders and said, "Tell us your ideas first."

"Muggle Studies, needless to say, cross it out first." Ethan pointed at the Muggle Studies course on the parchment. "Not to mention that I have been a Muggle for more than ten years, and I am very familiar with them. Professor Burbage's views on Muggle behavior make me feel like a monkey. I can't understand it."

He still couldn't understand why wizards thought that the planes and cars that Muggles rode were mechanical life forms.

That's called Mother of Ultra singing out of tune - your mom is so outrageous.

"That's true." Patty sighed, "Most students choose Muggle Studies for the sake of convenience. They don't bother to really study the differences between Muggles and wizards in thinking and behavior."

"Care of Magical Creatures, needless to say, I will take it." Ethan tapped another spot on the parchment with the pen in his hand, "I've been waiting for it before school started."

"And there's the Divination class," Ethan pointed at the Divination class on the schedule again, "I feel like what Professor Trelawney teaches is... how should I put it? It's all unreliable. Although Divination itself isn't very rigorous. So I'm struggling with whether I should go..."

"Then why are you still hesitating?" Chris patted Ethan's shoulder heavily, "Don't waste your time listening to that nonsense! If you still like the feeling of predicting the future, then I strongly recommend you to choose arithmetic divination. Compared with the random guesses taught by Professor Trelawney, the arithmetic divination taught by Professor Victor is more rigorous."

"Brother, stop talking nonsense." Claire whispered in her brother's ear, "Alanna chose the Divination class, otherwise what do you think he is worried about? He gave up and crossed it out a long time ago."

Chris' eyes suddenly widened, thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind, and his expression changed on the spot.

"Choose divination. You must choose divination." Chris patted Ethan's shoulder again and said in an unquestionable tone, "Arithmetic divination is just looking at a chart and comparing numbers all day long. How boring is it? How can it be as fun as looking into a crystal ball and drawing tarot cards in divination class?"

Ethan, who had overheard the entire conversation between the siblings, rolled his eyes: "Can't I go to all of them?"

"Ah?" The brother and sister looked at each other, "So how many elective courses do you want to choose?"

"Care of Magical Creatures, Divination, Arithmancy, and Ancient Runes, four electives." Ethan threw the pen in his hand on the table, leaned back on the back of the sofa and pinched the root of his nose. "I didn't miss many courses at all. The time is still very tight."

"Then why don't you just remove the ancient runes? Anyway, that course is just a research paper and doesn't have much practical significance. I didn't expect you not to cross out such a boring course at the first opportunity." Chris began to give advice.

"Ancient runes are taught by Professor Figo. Do you think I dare not attend his class?" Ethan raised his head, glanced at him, and said lightly.

"Ah this..." Chris shrank his head, "Just pretend I didn't say anything."

"But it's not completely impossible." Ethan's upper body leaned forward suddenly, "Look, can't we use this History of Magic class to catch up on some sleep?"

"I think it's okay." Several class leaders said in unison.

"History of Magic classes are basically useless anyway." Claire spread her hands.

"Professor Binns' lectures are so boring that I don't want to continue." Chris curled his lips.

"I also plan to stop going after I finish my OWLs." Patty rolled her eyes.

Well, it seems that everyone has suffered from Professor Binns for a long time.

"That's all. I have something to do, so I'll leave first." Ethan looked up at the clock, put away the parchment, stood up and walked outside.

"what's up?"

"I have an appointment with Professor Garrick for a hair treatment."

Next to the greenhouse, the Herbology office.

Ethan knocked gently on the wooden door of the office: "Professor Garrick, are you there? I'm Ethan."

"Come in, little Ethan." Professor Garrick's voice came from inside the door.

Ethan pushed the door open and walked in. Professor Garrick was sitting on the sofa in the office. The wizard hat on her head had been taken off and placed on a hanger beside her. Her waist-length hair, which had been braided into two pigtails, had been let down and was draped in front of her body. She held a wooden comb in her hand and gritted her teeth as she combed her messy hair.

Professor Garrick stopped what he was doing when he heard the door being pushed open. He turned to look at Ethan and said unhappily, "Didn't I tell you to call me sister? It was the same when we were in the school hospital before, and it was the same just now. Is it necessary to be so distant?"

"When we're in the school hospital, other professors are watching us. It won't be a good idea to call out like that. People will gossip about you, sister." Ethan spread his hands. "When I knocked on the door just now, I was mainly worried that there would be someone else. It's always better to be polite first."

"I didn't expect little Ethan to be so considerate." Professor Garrick covered his mouth and chuckled, "Sister, I'm about to fall for you."

"Don't make fun of me." Ethan sighed, took the comb from Professor Garrick, took a high stool and sat down behind the sofa, slowly combing her hair, "Also, you used too much force when combing her hair just now. Your hair quality is not good now, and if you use more force, it will all be pulled out..."

"Yes, yes, sister, I'll pay attention next time~" Professor Garrick closed his eyes and leaned back on the sofa, listening to Ethan's chatter while enjoying his gentle technique, feeling very comfortable.

Ethan looked at Professor Garrick's peaceful face, recalling the previous conversation in Professor Figo's office.

"Professor, I have one more thing I want to ask you. It's about Professor Garrick."

"Why are you asking this?" Professor Figo stopped what he was doing.

Ethan scratched his head. "I always feel like she's a little too enthusiastic towards me. She treated me like a brother the first time we met. I'm a little uncomfortable with that. So I want to ask about her."

Professor Figo looked Ethan up and down and smiled inexplicably.

"Professor, what's wrong with you?" Ethan felt uncomfortable.

"Nothing." Professor Figo shook his head. "These things involve her personal privacy. Although I know some, it is better for her to tell you some things in person."

"But you can rest assured about one thing. Mirabelle is definitely sincere and kind to you. She has no bad intentions."

"I can see that." Ethan smiled bitterly, "But professor, can't you give me a hint?"

"No." Professor Figo gave a wicked smile, "You might as well use your thoughts on sneaking out here and think about why Mirabelle is so nice to you."

Ethan rolled his eyes when he heard this and said nothing more.

I just have a strong desire to stir up trouble. Professor Figo, do you have to be so nagging at me?

How come this old man is going backwards as he gets older?

Forget it, since he said so, I won’t think about it for now.

After all, who can refuse a big sister who is picked up for free?

"Okay, sister." Ethan collected his thoughts, put down the comb in his hand, and shook his sore wrist. He turned the high stool he was sitting on into a shampooing bed, pointed, and said, "Lie down here, we'll start now."

The clear water slowly soaked Professor Garrick's chestnut-colored hair. She closed her eyes and asked softly, "Little Ethan, where did you learn this technique? It feels quite comfortable."

"Oh, I learned a few tricks from Mr. Tony in the barber shop when I was in my hometown."

Ethan put the shower head back on the shelf, rolled up his sleeves, and gently massaged Professor Garrick's scalp with both hands. The silvery-white energy slowly flowed out from his fingertips, sank into Professor Garrick's pores, and then slowly flowed along the roots of his hair to the ends of his hair.

Professor Garrick's hair became smooth at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the originally dry and split hair tips disappeared without a trace.

In fact, what Ethan said before about black sesame seeds improving hair quality was just to coax Professor Garrick into giving him a piece of land. If that method is really used, it can't be said that there is no effect at all, but it can only be said that it is better than nothing. To really help her improve her hair quality, she still has to rely on this set of ancient magic in her hands.

Ah, you say this is a scam?

I swear to God, every word I said is true. The fatty acids in black sesame are indeed good for hair.

Well, the content is too small, and it has basically no effect if you really eat it.

Don’t ask whether it’s a lot or not, just ask whether it is there or not!

"Okay, sister. I'll take care of you this time. You can just take one spoonful a day from now on." Ethan finished nursing and took out two bags of black sesame seeds from his purse and handed them to Professor Garrick. "Remember not to eat too much. Too much is as bad as too little."

Anyway, her hair problem has been solved by herself, so there is no harm in eating some. With Professor Garrick's exercise intensity, there is no need to worry about overnutrition leading to seborrheic alopecia.

Well, as long as you don't eat too much it should be fine.

Okay, next we can think about growing vegetables.