Suppress old Snot Spirit's arrogance?
Ron was visibly tempted, but he remembered Snape's spider-like sense and lowered his head in silence.
He was really scared, scared that if he opened his mouth, it might attract that old... old professor.
"This isn't very good." Hermione hesitated a bit: "After all, he— I mean, after all, he's a professor and we're just students."
Little Sirius chuckled and gave Hermione a mysterious look.
"No, you don't need to do anything, you just need to cooperate well in class — I heard some rumors, Snape isn't fair to you in class, right?"
Upon hearing this, Ron couldn't help himself.
'Oh, if you put it that way, I have a lot to tell you!' Ron almost eagerly said, "Do you know? Just because our hands were a little off... like when Neville added the Porcupine Quill at the wrong time, Professor Snape scolded him viciously..."
No one expected this, but Little Sirius hesitated.
"You mean, brewing the cure for boils?"
"Yes." Ron nodded and said.
"Well, he kind of deserved it— if I remember correctly, adding the Porcupine Quill at the wrong time would cause the magic potion to splash on other people's faces, perhaps Snot Spirit was saving him."
Little Sirius rarely spoke fairly about Snape, but then changed the subject.
"But come to think of it, as a professor, Snot Spirit isn't quite qualified — just wait and see."
After spending some time with Little Sirius, Harry and the others returned to the hall.
It should be said everyone was looking forward to Little Sirius, except Slytherin.
After all, in the eyes of the pure-blood Slytherins, Little Sirius was a pure-blood traitor, as a forever pure Black, he defected to Gryffindor, which was simply unforgivable.
Other houses, especially Gryffindor, were most welcoming of Little Sirius coming to teach.
After all, as long as they could annoy Slytherin, every Gryffindor would do it willingly, it's a rule passed down from their parents.
After he returned to the dormitory, Harry then remembered Professor Trelawney's rambling words.
Shouldn't blame him, after all, right after hearing those words, he was informed that Little Sirius had been found in the Headmaster's Office.
He decided to talk to Vivi about it.
"You might truly have nothing better to do, Potter."
Cassandra waved her hand with an expression of disbelief: "Trelawney is just a prophet who lost the bloodline, and you just said she doesn't even remember what she said, do you really want to believe a lunatic like that?"
"No, Kathy." Vivi said seriously: "You may not know, this Professor Trelawney actually has a strong prophetic ability, the prophecy about Harry back then was made by her."
"Oh? Really?" Cassandra's lips curled downwards: "Who can be sure that the prophecy is accurate, rather than Voldemort hearing it and making trouble for Harry because of it?"
With that, Cassandra crossed one leg over the other high and sat in the chair, tilted her head and said to Harry: "So, what did the lunatic say that got you so worked up?"
"She told me..." Harry organized his thoughts and then said, "She said that the villain will soon break free from chains, cross the boundaries of life and death, and will shroud the New Continent in a shadow of death, and mentioned something about a servant..."
Harry carefully recalled Trelawney's crazy prophecy and sighed: "Oh, I remember it now, she said the Dark Demon King has become the true Demon King's servant, so he can break the chains, that's roughly it."
"Potter."
Cassandra showed a helpless expression.
"Do you really believe such a vague prophecy—"
"Kathy." Vivi shook her head in frustration: "I know you're still holding a grudge against Cassandra Trelawney, but I hope you can let go of your prejudice and recognize the prophecy of this prophet's bloodline correctly."
"Oh?" Cassandra turned to Vivi: "Why would I hold a grudge against Trelawney?"
Vivi paused for a moment, then raised his head for the killing blow.
"I'm still curious about how much crying it takes to get a letter that soaked."
Cassandra fell silent.
Cassandra raised her head.
"Didn't expect you to have a little habit of sneakily reading others' letters, Grindelwald." Her expression was indifferent: "Yes, and it's not surprising..."
"But you should know that although Trelawney's bloodline is quite thin, she still possesses a certain prophetic ability." Vivi tapped the table and said, "If we had someone with that ability back then, maybe Harry wouldn't have..."
"Alright, if you insist."
Cassandra crossed her arms but didn't squeeze out anything like Vivi.
She admitted, Vivi's last words made sense, after all, Trelawney is also a descendant of a prophet, also possessing prophetic abilities.
"Maybe we can ask Dumbledore about this." Vivi said once more: "Harry, you should know that although we entered school a few years before Dumbledore, in the end, we're just teenagers."
"I understand what you mean." Harry didn't deny Vivi's words, he also admitted that in experience, Dumbledore was far more seasoned than them.