Anton, Come to My Office Tonight

Liquid Luck lasted for twelve hours.

It took half a year to brew, yet only worked for half a day.

Anton continued pondering the matter in the Cottage, but Liquid Luck did not seem to have brought him much effect.

He sat there until his stomach sent out a signal. Anton looked up in surprise and found that it had already grown dark outside the window.

"Could it have expired?"

Smacking his lips, he greeted the little flower-bud head Elephant-eating Vine had extended and Fat Ball, who was curled up in the folds of the sofa, then headed back to the castle for dinner.

Lost in thought, Anton came around a corner and suddenly heard a cry of pain.

A brightly colored figure suddenly fell from above the staircase, bounced against several steps, and rolled right up to him.

As she tumbled down, the small suitcase in her hand was smashed open with a clang, spilling its contents all over the floor.

It was Professor Sybill Trelawney, who taught the Divination Class elective. She was very thin, wore enormous glasses, had countless chains and bead strings around her neck, a fruit-green robe, and colorful ribbons tied in her hair.

She seemed to have had a little too much to drink. When Anton helped her up, the reek of alcohol rushed straight into his nostrils.

"Professor Trelawney, are you all right?"

Professor Trelawney merely gave Anton a bleary-eyed glance, then squatted down with a chuckle and felt around for her glasses with both hands. Once she put them on, her already huge eyes on that gaunt face looked even larger behind the lenses.

Although Anton did not like Divination Class, he had considerable respect for this professor.

Wizards were eccentric by nature. Everyone worked in different fields and had their own