After stabbing my ex-boyfriend, I went traveling

"Children, I'm sorry to have frightened you on the train, but please believe me, this was just an accident. Hogwarts' defense system is very complete, and it is absolutely impossible for Dementors to enter without permission." Dumbledore tried his best to calm everyone.

"Children, you must remember that happiness is everywhere. No matter how dark it is, as long as we keep the light in our hearts on, the darkness will eventually be broken."

Such empty talk would always fool most of the young wizards, and no one would question it anymore.

No one in Slytherin spoke. They were of course the group that least trusted Dumbledore. However, regarding the matter of Dementors, it would be better to start with the Ministry of Magic.

……

From Yang Mei's personal point of view, the problem is not too big. The Dementors can't hurt him anyway. He just needs to supervise all the people in Slytherin house to practice the Patronus Charm well.

"You've only used the Patronus Charm once at home. Are you so confident that you can drive away so many Dementors on the train?" Voldemort appeared and asked after returning to the dormitory.

He knew that Phil was very capable, but he still felt that the boy was sometimes too adventurous and arrogant.

It would be fine if it was an unrelated person, but he was in his forties and had some shameful thoughts about a teenager.

Because of his concern, he had many worries that were inconsistent with the Dark Lord's personality.

Yang Mei tilted her head: "Aren't you still here? I had already thought about it. If my Patronus can't drive all the Dementors out of the car, I will throw you over. My dad said that he can control the Dementors, and I'm quite curious."

This is a lie. How could he, who is so powerful, not be able to deal with those Dementors?

Voldemort felt that he was inexplicably comforted by just the words "I'm here with you".

"I will go to the secret room tonight and ask Salazar to help me rebuild my body."

Yang Mei was not surprised that he was so anxious. Since he could reshape his body and even purify his blood, the sooner the better.

"I hope Salazar can help you come up with a better name." Yang Mei blinked.

Voldemort smiled: "Okay, I will definitely give it a nice name this time."

……

"Perhaps this is the fate of our class," Draco said, looking sternly at Sybill Trelawney, who was "dancing a shaman" in front of him. "In order to make our school life more interesting, a different professor goes crazy in front of us every year."

“And each one is crazy in a different way. Isn’t it a surprise?” Yang Mei really thought it was quite interesting.

Look at this professor of divination. She has a brown afro that looks like a lion's mane and a pair of ridiculous glasses in front of her deep green eyes, which really fits her charlatan temperament.

Zabini, the information dealer, approached Yang Mei and Draco from behind and said, "I heard from the seniors in Slytherin that Trelawney's greatest hobby, besides drinking sherry, is predicting the deaths of young wizards."

"Well, a strange habit." Draco said dryly.

Trelawney in front was still waving his arms with great emotion: "This semester we are mainly studying tea divination, which is to interpret the mystery of tea leaves. Please pick up the teacup of the classmate opposite you...Okay, what do you see?

The truth is like a hidden message in the pages of a book, waiting to be discovered, but first you need to open your mind.”

She simply grabbed Finnigan's head with her hands. Finnigan was at a loss, but fortunately he was quickly let go.

Because Trelawney has his eyes on Neville Longbottom.

Allow sadness.

The word "unlucky guy" is written all over this child's face.

"Although I think she is quite interesting, I have to admit that observing this cup of moldy tea leaves is indeed stupid." Yang Mei pushed the teacup away with disgust.

This time it was Draco who gloated: "You couldn't bear to observe the tea leaves. You still have to do homework for this class later. Can you not do it?"

Zabini moved over at the right time and said, "I also heard about this. Generally, we are asked to predict our future. Someone has concluded that if we predict that something bad will happen to us in the future, the grade of the assignment will be high. The worse the better.

Tsk! Do you think she is a pervert? "

Even though it's fake, it's a bit too unlucky to predict how unlucky you will be in the future!