Hogwarts: I'm the only cultivator here!

B: "Hmm? The roof? It shouldn't be... right?"

A: "No? Maybe no one else would, but that person is Ye Feng!"

Second:…

After a few seconds of silence, Yi looked at the towering roof and sighed softly, saying, "How about we go up and take a look?"

"Let's go then. I don't want to be woken up before dawn every day from now on."

A little over a minute later, the two fell silent, staring at the rooftop that had clearly been enchanted.

"All I can say is, as expected of you..."

"Amplification magic, penetrating magic, resonance magic, and these two should be magic to shield from wind and rain. This is really damn thoughtful!"

"Although this guy really does something inhuman, I have to say that his combination and fusion of various magics is indeed unique. Just this skill alone, let alone us, even those senior students who have already graduated might not be able to do it if they came back."

"Indeed, no wonder those younger students idolize him so much, no wonder Professor Dumbledore and the others have never really punished him despite all the trouble he's caused. Perhaps the professors want to groom him to take up the mantle against the mysterious man..."

The two people's conversation gradually faded away, and at this moment, our protagonist Ye Feng was seriously holding a small, white hand and gently 'stroking' it. Besides Hermione and Zhang Qiu, there was a group of people surrounding him.

"Junior, your life line looks a bit bumpy. Did you have a life-or-death crisis when you were ten years old and almost died?"

"Yes, yes, that's right. When I was ten years old, I was playing on the road when I was hit by an out-of-control car. Luckily, I was a PE student (crossed out), and luckily, my dad is a doctor and my mom is a nurse. They found me and immediately gave me emergency treatment and took me to the hospital, which is how I survived."

"Feng Ye, what you're saying... what you're saying..."

"Oh, right, fortune telling! Fortune telling is so accurate, could you... could you tell my love life?" As she said this, the little girl looked at Ye Feng timidly, her eyes filled with expectation.

Ye Feng: ...

After a brief silence, Ye Feng sighed and said, "Junior, you're still young. Love isn't as wonderful as you imagine. It's like a fruit; if you taste it too early, it will only bring bitterness."

"Is that so? But I still want to see."

Ye Feng: (。-＿-。)

"No, junior, why are you so stubborn? Do I have to spell it out for you? There's no future for you two, so just give up now."

(Ｔ▽Ｔ)

"Is there really no hope at all, senior?"

Looking at the girl's innocent yet sincere face, Ye Feng felt a deep sense of guilt for no reason.

"What a disaster! Being handsome is indeed a sin, and I am clearly beyond redemption."

Seeing the helplessness on Ye Feng's face, Zhang Qiu quickly stepped in to save the day, saying, "Palmistry and fortune telling are just a rather general method of fortune telling in our country. They don't really count. We usually just treat it as a joke. Junior, don't take it to heart. Let Feng take a look at your fortune instead."

Hearing Zhang Qiu's words, Ye Feng was instantly moved to tears. "My sister is so kind," he thought, "unlike the others who just watch the show."

"Come on, put your hand here, and I'll take a look at your fortune line."

"Ok?"

Just as the junior girl put her hand back to Ye Feng to put away, Ye Feng frowned and suddenly looked at the classmate who had just passed by. He reached out his other hand and grabbed the girl's magic robe, saying loudly, "Hey classmate, don't go yet! I see your forehead is dark and your lips are purple. This is a very bad omen!"

Voldemort, who was being held back: Are you ever going to stop?! o(▼皿▼メ;)o

Chapter 93 Ye Feng: Senior, I'm a respectable person

o(▼皮▼メ;)o

Looking at this dark-skinned 'classmate', Ye Feng's expression was quite serious, which made the student Ye Feng had grabbed, the one who had been bewitched by Voldemort and was carrying Voldemort's diary, instantly turn pale.

"Ye Feng, is what you're saying true? I feel like I haven't been resting well these past few days. When I woke up this morning, I found that the position of my shoes had inexplicably changed. Am I... am I being haunted by something strange?"

Ye Feng: (*?ロ?) (? ? ?)?

Voldemort, hiding in his diary, felt a chill run down his spine when he saw the changing expressions on Ye Feng's face. He hadn't been idle during this time; he had carefully studied what was happening at Hogwarts. That's why he felt a sudden unease when he saw Ye Feng's expression.

"Is this guy going to cause trouble again?"

As it turned out, Voldemort's sixth sense was quite accurate, because the next second Ye Feng took out an exorcism talisman from his pocket and solemnly introduced it: "This is an exorcism talisman. With it, you will definitely be protected from external evils and help you get through this bloody disaster."

"Great! Thank you, Ye Feng." As he spoke, the excited first-year Gryffindor boy reached out to take the exorcism talisman from Ye Feng's hand, which made Ye Feng frown slightly. He flipped the talisman over and grabbed it back into his palm.

[?_??]

"Senior Ye Feng, this is..."

Seeing Ye Feng's actions, the junior student was completely dumbfounded, his mind filled with question marks. Ye Feng, seeing that the junior student genuinely didn't understand, sighed and said, "Fortune telling in our country is considered a method of prying into the secrets of heaven. Using this method too much can harm the user's life, so..."

Seeing that his junior still hadn't grasped the point, Ye Feng shook his head helplessly and asked again, "Have you... ever bought any talismans?"

Upon hearing Ye Feng's words, the junior student suddenly realized what was happening and hurriedly began searching through his pockets. He finally managed to collect a Galleon after searching through all his pockets.

Ye Feng: (。oˇ?ˇo。)

"Wow~"

Seeing that the junior student really couldn't come up with any money, Ye Feng sighed helplessly, took all the coins on the table, and then placed the folded exorcism talisman in the junior student's hand, solemnly instructing him: "Remember, keep it close to your body and never let it leave your side, otherwise it won't work."

Seeing the solemn expression on Ye Feng's face, the junior's expression also became solemn. He carefully put the exorcism talisman into the innermost pocket, then picked up the diary containing Voldemort's memories and pressed it tightly against Ye Feng's face.

Voldemort: (?Д?) [?_??] (￣ー￣)

Voldemort initially thought the talisman possessed some mysterious and powerful force when he saw Ye Feng's serious demeanor. After all, he had witnessed the effects of talismans before, so he was quite frightened at first.

However, when he pasted his diary onto the talisman, his mind was filled with doubts, because he did not feel any discomfort. So he slightly extended his consciousness to touch the talisman, and then he found that it was just a piece of paper with scribbled symbols, and did not contain any other power.

But is that really the case? Perhaps only in the end will we know whether this talisman is truly just a piece of paper with scribbles on it and no power whatsoever.

After seeing off the junior, Ye Feng continued to read palms and tell fortunes for other students, mostly girls, since it was difficult for boys to squeeze in, and Ye Feng didn't like holding male students' hands to read their palms.

Of course, besides his popularity and handsome appearance, Ye Feng also has some real skills that allow him to attract so many people.

After all, he is a cultivator, and cultivators are beings who contend with the heavens. So it's reasonable for him to know some ways to seek advantage and avoid harm. Therefore, calculating what has already happened is nothing to him. As for what will happen in the future...

Everyone has their own destiny, and Ye Feng happens to have some tricks up his sleeve to see a person's destiny and short-term fortune. It's quite easy for him to predict whether these people will have bad luck in the future based on their fortune.

Of course, those who can attend Hogwarts are generally not in any danger, or rather, the most unlucky person has just been sent away by him. As for the others, generally speaking, as long as they don't follow Harry and stay away from him when they see him, they are basically not in any danger.

Because Ye Feng's predictions were accurate, he quickly attracted more people to have their fortunes told by him. In just over a week, Ye Feng had practically touched the hands of every girl in the school, leading him to a conclusion:

Ravenclaw girls have more slender, long, and soft hands. Slytherin girls' hands are not as slender but are whiter. Gryffindor and Hufflepuff girls' hands are relatively less slender, but their hands are stronger.

Girls: [?ヘ??]

Ahem, actually Ye Feng isn't a pervert, but these upperclassmen and underclassmen just love having their palms read by him, and he can't refuse them. So, after doing so many palm readings, he naturally came to this conclusion. But actually, he's also in a lot of 'pain,' having to do palm readings for more than a dozen girls every day.

However, this 'pain' ended today because Dumbledore and Grindelwald returned. Especially Dumbledore, whose worldview was somewhat shattered when he saw Ye Feng, who was surrounded by a group of girls and looked serious as he 'took advantage'.

"Could it be that what was shown in the Mirror of Eris was real? Is this guy really a pervert?"

With deep doubt, Dumbledore quietly approached, and then his expression turned into this: (￣┏∞┓￣)

"Your lifeline is very long. If you take good care of yourself, you could live another hundred years without dying. It's just that your love line is a bit bumpy. Judging from the twists and turns of this love line, you will have to experience at least two more passersby before you find the true love who can accompany you to the end of your life."

"Of course, life is not static, and fate is not predetermined, so this can only be used as a reference and should not be taken too seriously. Just follow your own heart and do what you want."

"Two? That doesn't seem like many."

"By the way, junior Ye Feng, how about you become my first man? The kind where you don't have to take responsibility." As she said this, the senior, whose looks were an 88 out of 100 and whose figure was a 90 out of 100, winked at Ye Feng with a charming smile and scratched his palm as she withdrew her hand.

Ye Feng: Σ(っ°Д°;)っ(￣▽￣)~*

Ye Feng admitted that for a moment his body felt a tingling sensation as if he had been electrocuted. He admitted that he was moved for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure because a slender, fair hand had already been placed on his waist.

"Ahem, senior, I'm a respectable person, and I'm still young. If you tempt me like this, you'll go to jail."

Chapter 94 Dumbledore: If you don't understand, please translate to English, thank you.

"Ahem, senior, I'm a respectable person, and I'm still young. If you tempt me like this, you'll go to jail."

Ye Feng's words completely stunned the senior student, who was quite attractive and had a great figure. However, when she saw Zhang Qiu's small hand on Ye Feng's waist, she immediately understood why Ye Feng had said that. This made her burst into laughter, making the male students next to her stare wide-eyed.

Dumbledore, who had been squatting nearby listening for a long time, coughed lightly to remind Ye Feng and the others that he, the headmaster, was right next to them. Unfortunately, Dumbledore's cough was a little too soft, so Ye Feng and the others inside didn't hear it at all.

Seeing that Ye Feng and the others hadn't heard his cough at all, and that another girl soon sat down in front of Ye Feng and placed her fair little hand in his, Dumbledore couldn't help but cough again, this time deliberately raising the volume of his cough.

This time, the people outside finally noticed that Dumbledore was standing behind them at some point. Ye Feng, who was inside, also finally noticed that the cough sounded familiar. But when he turned around and saw that it was Dumbledore, he only glanced at him and then looked away, continuing to hold the hand of the cute young lady in front of him and read her palm.

"Ye Feng, please stop what you're doing."

Ye Feng: <(｀^?)>

Ye Feng was annoyed to be interrupted by Dumbledore again. He thought to himself that Dumbledore was insensitive, but since Dumbledore was the headmaster of Hogwarts, he had to give him some face. So he could only helplessly let go of the senior's hand.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, is there anything I can help you with? Is your throat sore? I have a medicine called Jin Sang Zi that's quite good for soothing your throat and relieving coughs. If you don't like the taste, I can also make you some loquat syrup or pear syrup."

Dumbledore: ( ￣┏＿┓￣)

Although Dumbledore knew that Ye Feng was deliberately changing the subject, he was still quite speechless. However, he had to admit that although Ye Feng was changing the subject, his words really piqued Dumbledore's interest, since he knew very well that Ye Feng was indeed very talented in potions.

Of course, asking about these 'potions' would have to wait. Right now, he was most concerned about Ye Feng grabbing the girl's hand and 'taking advantage' of her. So he said with a serious face, "We'll talk about that later. What I want to ask now is, what were you doing holding Ms. Elana's hand just now?"

"Professor Dumbledore, is this what you want to ask? This is called palmistry, a mysterious Eastern divination method that can predict a person's love life, career, and future development by looking at the lines on their palm." Before Ye Feng could even speak, a girl with freckles standing next to Dumbledore excitedly finished explaining it to him.

Dumbledore: (O_o)??

The little girl's explanation only made things worse, as it left Dumbledore completely bewildered. He had never heard of anyone being able to predict a person's fortune based solely on the lines on their palm, which piqued his interest. So, he walked over and sat down in front of Ye Feng.

"Come on, I'm very curious about palm reading. Can you read my palm too?"

Ye Feng: Σ(☉▽☉"a

Ye Feng was stunned when he saw Dumbledore sitting down in front of him, rolling up his sleeves and extending his hand. But soon his face was filled with disgust. Although Dumbledore was well-maintained, he was still old after all, and most importantly, he was a man! So Ye Feng was a little disgusted.

Dumbledore: (▼ヘ▼#)

Seeing the obvious disdain on Ye Feng's face, Dumbledore was furious. This made him even more certain that the kid was trying to take advantage of the girls at school, so he narrowed his eyes slightly.

"What's wrong, Ye Feng? Is there some problem?"

Hearing Dumbledore's obviously urging words, Ye Feng sighed helplessly and laid his hand flat on the table, preparing to read Dumbledore's palm. Just as he placed his other hand on Dumbledore's hand, he happened to feel Dumbledore's pulse, which made Ye Feng raise an eyebrow.

"Um…"

After a moment's hesitation, Ye Feng said, "Professor Dumbledore, have you been feeling a bit hot these past few days, with night sweats and difficulty sleeping?"

Dumbledore: (°Д°)

Ye Feng's words stunned Dumbledore, because he actually knew all of those things Ye Feng mentioned, so he instinctively nodded.