Hogwarts: I Became the Third Dark Lord

Everyone looked on in amazement. Professor Trelawney walked around Wentworth, and the light in Professor Trelawney's eyes, even through the thick glasses, was invisible. It can be seen clearly.

"Oh my god, dream divination is actually dream divination. I didn't expect that I could see someone perform dream divination in front of me."

"It's unbelievable that this first-year child can awaken such a talent for the first time in my class! He is simply a natural prophet!"

"Perhaps, his ancestors once had prophets? Well, it's also possible!"

All the students present just stared at Professor Trelawney dumbfounded, chattering about something.

Suddenly, Professor Trelawney seemed to remember something, and hurried to the front of the podium. After that, Professor Trelawney walked to Wentworth's side with a small pot in his hand.

"Merlin's beard, such a talent, let me help you!"

I saw Professor Trelawney put his hand into the small jar, and then filled out a little dust-like thing with his fingernail, and then blew gently on Wentworth.

"Professor Trelawney, what are you blowing about?"

Some students asked curiously.

"Oh, it's powder made from bones!"

Trelawney said casually.

But as soon as Trelawney finished speaking, several students ran out of the classroom retching, and many other students also turned pale.

Seeing this scene, Professor Trelawney seemed to want to explain something, and quickly said:

"Don't get me wrong, I haven't done any digging of graves. This is actually my great-great-grandmother's bones, ground into powder!"

After Professor Trelawney finished speaking, almost all the students covered their mouths and ran out retching.

"My great-great-grandmother was a true prophet!"

Professor Trelawney said a little aggrieved.

While there was chaos outside, Wentworth was sleeping soundly. Originally, Wentworth was dreaming some gorgeous dreams. Cassandra was wearing a witch costume, holding a whip in her hand, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised. Slowly walking towards myself... (10,000 words omitted)

Suddenly, Wentworth, who was shaking non-stop in his dream, found that the scene in front of him suddenly changed, surrounded by smog, and he couldn't see anything clearly, only a glimmer of light in front of him.

Wentworth walked along the light, but saw a middle-aged man in front of him, who was tied to a chair, and three or four people stood around the chair, questioning the man about something.

Seeing this scene, Wentworth's first reaction was to say goodbye, goodbye!

However, just as Wentworth was about to step back, in a trance, Wentworth seemed to hear a name——Thomas Revo!

Wentworth's heart moved! Thomas Revo? Cassandra's father?

Thinking of this, Wentworth gritted his teeth involuntarily, turned around and planned to continue watching, but when he turned around, he found that the scene behind him had changed again.

I saw that Cassandra, who flashed in my mind just now, was being tied not far behind me at this time, and behind Cassandra, there was a big hand, quietly grabbing Cassandra , not letting her break free, but the owner of the big hand is in the dark, making it difficult for people to see clearly.

When Wentworth wanted to get closer quietly to see more clearly, suddenly, Wentworth felt a hand on his shoulder!

Wentworth's hairs stood on end in an instant!

Wentworth could only feel that the blood in his whole body froze in an instant. Then, Wentworth turned his head stiffly and slowly, only to see a man with glasses, messy hair, and a hanger hanging around his neck. The strange woman with many necklaces was looking at herself with a strange smile on her face.

Wentworth punched subconsciously,

Then screamed and jumped up, and then was about to run away, but was surprised to find that he could already see his surroundings clearly.

Wentworth glanced around and found that this scene was so familiar, as if he had just seen it not long ago.

But at this moment, a painful moan sounded, and Wentworth looked in the direction of the moan, and saw the woman who had just startled him, sitting on the ground covering his eyes.

"Wentworth, are you awake?"

At this time, a voice came from behind him, Wentworth turned around, but was startled again, and saw many familiar first-year Hufflepuff freshmen standing behind him with pale faces , if it were not daytime, Wentworth would have been frightened and screamed.

But seeing this, Wentworth also gradually came to his senses. Obviously, he fell asleep just now, and what he had just now was just a dream. Thinking of this, Wentworth let out a long sigh of relief.

"Professor Trelawney, what's the matter with you?"

At this moment, the new Hufflepuff next to Wentworth, someone finally found Trelawney who was sitting on the ground crying, and ran over to help her up, although Trelawney was a little crazy , but it is not a Hogwarts professor after all.

And Wentworth looked at Trelawney who was being lifted up, and then looked down at his fist, wailing in his heart.

"Professor, I'm sorry, just now I..."

Wentworth stood obediently in front of Professor Trelawney, and was about to apologize, but was interrupted by Professor Trelawney.

"Don't talk, let me ask you first, were you divination in a dream just now?"

Professor Trelawney looked at Wentworth expectantly and asked.

But Wentworth was stunned by Trelawney's question all of a sudden. After being stunned for a moment, Wentworth responded:

"I just fell asleep and had a dream, Professor Trelawney, it was my fault for sleeping in class, I..."

Wentworth was about to promise that he would not do it next time, but was interrupted by Trelawney waving her hand again.

"If it's a dream, you won't be able to remember the details when you wake up. Think about it, can you still remember every detail of the dream? If you can remember clearly, then it's not a dream, but a dream Divination is prophecy!"

Looking at Trelawney with fiery eyes in front of him, Wentworth slowly recalled, and only then realized that he could really remember clearly!

I clearly remember that Cassandra was grabbed by a big hand, and there was a figure tied to a seat being interrogated, and Cassandra was wearing a witch costume and holding a whip...

Thinking of this, Wentworth immediately said seriously:

"I still don't believe that a dream is a prophecy? Unless you can tell me when this prophecy will come true!"

But Professor Trelawney looked at Wentworth quietly, showed a mysterious smile, and said:

"You will believe it, there are some things, you can escape, but you can't escape!"

Wentworth looked at Trelawney in front of him, and also said slowly:

"Professor Trelawney, how about I change your glasses?"