Chapter 559: Ilvermorny Arrives
For the whole morning, no one was in the mood to attend class.

In the Herbology class, Anthony almost popped the bubble pod.

During the History of Magic class, no one listened to Professor Binns’ hypnotic lecture, and of course no one slept. The whole classroom was filled with flying notes.

The Ancient Magic Rune class was as difficult as ever, as if the professor had not received any notification of the league. Students who did not pay attention in class were punished by having their essays written at double the length.

Vader goes back in time to take a divination class, and this class is a complete disaster.

Because Professor Trelawney was halfway through her class, asking everyone to look into the crystal ball for divination, when she suddenly burst into tears without any warning.

She clutched the scarf tightly with both hands, buried her face in it, and cried sharply, her thin body shaking violently.

“Professor, are you okay?” Gryffindor Lavender Brown asked cautiously.

Trelawney cried for a long time before she wiped her nose and said in a hoarse and sad voice: “I saw… I saw the end of the sinners…”

She rolled her eyes violently and said in an unnatural and trembling voice, “Ludo Bagman… his wealth will dissipate like quicksand… his lies will be cruelly backfired… everything he holds dear will be reduced to nothing!”

When Wade heard her resentful tone, he knew that this was not a real prophecy, but the students in the classroom were obviously frightened by her appearance, and even the most skeptical students froze in place.

“Ludo Bagman…” Harry swallowed, looked at Ron and said, “I remember he was… the host of the World Cup?”

Ron nodded solemnly: “He’s also my father’s colleague.”

“Professor?” Padma’s sister, Parvati, whispered in awe. “Is this a prophecy?”

“Yes… yes…” Trelawney wiped her tears with her handkerchief and sobbed, “It’s so… so sad… He died so tragically…”

There was a sudden burst of whispers in the classroom.

“But I remember seeing him in the papers this morning,” someone said anxiously. “If Ludo Bagman had died a horrible death, there would have been some news about it, wouldn’t there?”

“Fool, this is a prophecy!” Another student said confidently: “Professor Trelawney saw the future with her third eye!”

Professor Trelawney seemed in great pain, crying so hard that she could not speak. She was so absorbed in her own emotions that she could not carry on with the rest of the class.

When the sensitive and neurotic professor finally calmed down, the bell rang and Trelawney announced the end of get out of class in a hoarse voice.

“I never knew Professor Trelawney and Mr. Bagman had such a good relationship,” said the student who walked out of the classroom. “She was so sad before anything happened, as if her lover was dying.”

“What do you know! This is because the professor is very kind!” Lavender defended her favorite professor and said loudly: “Even if it were someone else, Professor Trelawney would feel sad for him when she saw his death!”

–Yeah?
Wade turned around and saw Professor Trelawney wiping her tears and mumbling softly. From her mouth shape, the professor clearly said: “Liar… He will definitely die without a burial place…”

Vader: “…”

Poor Professor Trelawney…betting on the World Cup, was she fooled by Balmain using the leprechaun’s gold coins?
He shook his head, feeling both sympathy and amusement. When he was about to go out, he saw the big crystal ball next to him and suddenly stopped.

Wade thought of the prophecy he made up during the final exam last semester. ——No…Is it possible that I am also to blame for this?

But he changed his mind and realized that firstly, his “prophecy” was not wrong, and secondly, he did not encourage Professor Trelawney to gamble on football.

So the people who made the mistake were naturally the money-swindler Bagman, and secondly the greedy Professor Trelawney. What does this have to do with the innocent student Weed Grey?
Wade suppressed the inexplicable strange feeling in his heart and walked out of the classroom.

……

In the evening, the bell rang and the students put on their cloaks and ran out of the castle. The dean and the prefects organized the students to line up and hurriedly made the final arrangements for their appearance.

Professor Flitwick stood on the high steps, looking over his students.

“Mr White, your hair looks like you’ve been in a fight – why don’t you comb it?”

“I know you’re a hard worker, Miss Jones, but now is not the time to be reading. Let me get it to where it belongs.”

With the girl’s annoyed cry, Professor Flitwick waved his wand lightly, and the book flew back to the Ravenclaw common room.

“Mind your appearance, children, and be polite. Of course -” Professor Flitwick said lively: “Don’t be too humble. Hogwarts is the best.”

Everyone laughed a little, proud and happy, but then Professor Flitwick was stared at by Professor McGonagall, and he immediately became serious.

By the time the students had lined up and stood in front of the castle, night had fallen, the moon was high in the sky, and the air was gradually becoming colder.

“It’s almost time.” Michael muttered, “Who do you think will come first?”

Just as he finished his words, a red three-decker bus suddenly appeared out of thin air. It sped across the calm surface of the Black Lake, creating huge splashes of water behind it.

With a swift drift and a sharp brake sound, the bus stopped in front of the castle gate, and the neon lights on the front of the bus flashed the words “Ilvermorny Express”.

The car door opened, and a lean middle-aged wizard calmly walked out of the car. He was wearing a crimson robe and his eyes looked very sharp.

But in the blink of an eye, the man had a warm smile on his face: “Long time no see, dear Albus! How have you been recently?”

“It’s great to see you, Gilbert.” Dumbledore hugged him and said, “Welcome you and your students to Hogwarts.”

As they were talking, a group of students got off the bus. They were wearing red and blue school uniforms and their faces were blue. Some of them even retched a few times, as if they were tortured by their own bus.

“It looks like I’m the first one.” Gilbert looked around and said happily, “Great, I knew our bus was running fast.”

“Indeed,” said Dumbledore, nodding, and Harry glanced sympathetically at the students.

Wade looked at the students, his eyes lingered on one of the boys for a moment, then he looked up at the sky.

A huge carriage was quickly flying over the Forbidden Forest and heading towards Hogwarts Castle. Twelve silver-maned horses spread their wings and flew, shining in the moonlight.

(End of this chapter)