The unknown vision represents an unknown fate, and the centaurs who rely on it for divination are a little uneasy. Silent restlessness spreads among them. All the centaurs stare at the fire in unison, hoping to see any predictions from it.
Noah, who was far away at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, looked back thoughtfully at the depths of the Forbidden Forest behind him, and stepped out of the Forbidden Forest without paying attention.
The moment he left, the flames in front of the centaur suddenly shot up and suddenly changed back to their original color. They burned normally until they went out, leaving only a pile of burning ashes.
Noah had already returned to the castle. When he entered the gate, he subconsciously glanced deep in the corridor, where slight footsteps could be heard, but they were not Filch's. Noah didn't care who it was, he withdrew his gaze and quietly and quickly disappeared at the stairs leading to the basement.
Although the unicorn was not seen, judging from the feedback from the snow cat, the other person was still alive and kicking. Next, he only needed to pay attention to a certain person.
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With his new target in mind, Noah quickly planned how to approach their new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.
He first borrowed a magic book from the library, and then took the opportunity to approach Professor Quirrell.
It's actually not difficult to find this professor. Professor Quirrell spends most of his time in his office when he doesn't have classes during the day. He will only be bumped into by the little wizards in the corridor when he has classes.
The class schedules for each grade were not difficult to find, and Noah easily blocked the professor in a corridor.
"Professor Quirrell." Noah glanced behind Quirrell. He must be a first-year student who had just taken the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. He had been casting curious glances at him for quite a year after Noah took the initiative to stop the professor.
Quirrell was walking with his head buried in the air, and it could be seen that the lesson just gave him a bad feeling, because the first-year wizards are always too curious, and they not only care about magic, but also other things. Like how he became a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.
Rocky was willing to bet that these noisy bad guys were laughing at him inwardly, at his weak voice, at his smell of garlic, and at his turban.
What do these stupid guys know? They don't understand anything! ! !
But Quirrell didn't dare to shout out like this directly, so he could only lower his head to cover up the resentment in his heart with his usual cowardice.
One day...one day...
"professor?"
Quirrell was startled subconsciously, and then he realized that someone was blocking him in front of him: "Yes, it's you, Lannister."
He stumbled and said, "What do you want from me?"
"I don't know much about magic," Noah gave the reason and gestured to the book in his hand, "Maybe you can give me some help."
His attitude was full of respect that a student should have for his teacher, but Quirrell didn't notice this, but subconsciously wanted to refuse when he realized that he wanted to ask about magic.
He does not know any powerful black magic. Although he explained to the students the smell of garlic on his body, he said that he had to do this to avoid being chased after defeating a vampire, but in fact he has never seen even a vampire hair. , so there is no way to teach any powerful black magic.
Just as he was racking his brains to find a reason to refuse, a voice that only he could hear sounded in the back of his head: "Promise him."
The voice was sinister and strange, but Quirrell suddenly calmed down as if he had caught something life-saving, and gave Noah a pale smile: "I understand, you, come with me."
He led Noah towards the office.
The two figures disappeared around the corner of the corridor, and Ron, who was watching them secretly at the door of the classroom, breathed a sigh of relief.
His weird reaction attracted the attention of Harry next to him: "What's wrong with you?"
Ron looked at him mysteriously: "Do you know who the person who just came to see Professor Quirrell was?"
Harry was stunned and helpless: "Okay, who is he?"
"He's a Lannister." Ron lowered his voice, "The Lannister from Slytherin!"
Harry didn't know what was wrong with the name "Lannister", but he did dislike Slytherin. Whether it is in Hagrid or Ron's mouth, Slytherins are a group of insidious and cunning things, and Malfoy has just proved this, so when he heard that Lannister was Slytherin, he subconsciously thought that it was Slytherin again. A "Malfoy".
So he frowned and said, "Is he scary?"
Ron's eyes widened: "That's not scary. Do you know what happened in school last year?"
Of course Harry couldn't know. In fact, he didn't know much about what was happening in the school, so it was naturally impossible for Harry to answer Ron's question.
Fortunately, Ron was not a show-off person. He lowered his voice again: "There was a competition in the school last year. He defeated all the students. He is the recognized genius in the school and the most terrifying Slytherin." !”
Well, could Snape be as scary?
This question came to Harry's mind at an inappropriate time, and Snape's sinister face suddenly appeared in his mind. Harry was so frightened that he hurriedly dismissed this inappropriate thought and focused on Ron's words.
"You mean he defeated all the students?" Harry thought back to Noah's face that he had just briefly noticed. "He seems to be not much older than us."
"He is only in the third grade this year," Ron thought this was incredible, "but he has already defeated the seventh grade!"
Harry didn't have much idea about this, and could only vaguely feel that Lannister was a very powerful person.
But if you think about it this way...it does look a lot like Malfoy.
Malfoy would also be praised by teachers during class, especially Snape, who would like to hang Malfoy's every step on the wall during class to discourage them.
Well, all of Harry's memories of Slytherin were now automatically brought to Malfoy's face. Oh, this metaphor is so annoying.
"What do you mean by what you just said?" A voice suddenly sounded next to the two of them, startling them.
They subconsciously turned around and saw a face that made both of them a little bored.
Hermione Granger, the nosy guy again.
Because of the unpleasant night out and the girl's endless nagging, the two of them turned away in unison, not wanting to have too much communication with her.
But if Hermione was so easy to kill, she wouldn't have pestered them for so long, so she followed the two of them quite simply and asked nonstop: "What do you mean by what you just said, what kind of game? That person just now Called Lannister? Is he powerful?"
