Voldemort Backs Down, Fortune Telling Class

Snape hid the Crystal under his wizard's robes.

He stood up, bowed slightly to Wang Yan, and said sincerely, "Thank you for your gift."

Lily Evans, the love of his life...

As the culprit responsible for Lily's death, Voldemort is someone Snape will never forgive!

Unfortunately, Voldemort was too powerful...

So powerful that Snape couldn't find any opportunity to kill him.

This gift from Wang Yan was of great significance to him.

Things I never dared to dream of before, now finally have hope.

Subsequently, all the professors received a gift from Wang Yan.

"Professor Flitwick, you seem rather unhappy?"

Wang Yan looked at the Ravenclaw Dean beside him with a half-smile.

Harry, Hermione, Malfoy, Neville were all assigned to Ravenclaw.

This incident caused Professor Flitwick, who was already unusually short, to almost shrink into a ball.

If you didn't see his face, you'd think it was a child squatting on a professor's chair.

"No."

"I'm just thinking about how to deal with those four troublesome little guys..."

"If only all these little wizards were like you."

Professor Flitwick, who was the size of a child, looked at Wang Yan and sighed.

He had a very good first impression of Wang Yan.

Young, handsome, kind, with considerable magical skills, and very polite.

If Harry's group of four were like Wang Yan, he probably wouldn't need to worry so much.

Poor Professor Flitwick had no idea how the Survival Quartet ended up in this state.

Where is my gift?

Quirinus Quirrell, the Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor, was the only one who did not receive a gift from the Wang Yan.

He didn't want to attract attention, so he had no choice but to awkwardly start a conversation.

Quirrell seemed somewhat neurotic, his body trembling as he spoke, "Have you forgotten me? Or do you want me to teach you how to respect your elders?"

The second sentence was not Quirrell's original intention.

He had no intention of provoking Wang Yan.

Could someone who can casually offer Legendary Dragon Species materials as gifts be an ordinary person?

The Min Nan Blazing Dragon is completely different from the domesticated common dragon species such as the Hungarian Horntail, the Peruvian Vipertooth, and the Norwegian Ridgeback. It is dozens of times more rare and dangerous.

The words "not to be trifled with" were practically etched on Wang Yan's forehead.

But the Voldemort's Soul Fragment behind Quirrell's head commanded him to court death.

It is Voldemort, not Quirrell, who needs to be hidden.

Voldemort wanted to use this opportunity to test Wang Yan.

When his master gives the order, does Quirrell dare to disobey?

This statement added a hint of tension to the otherwise harmonious atmosphere.

Several professors were already preparing to step in and smooth things over, acting as peacemakers.

Unfortunately, Wang Yan merely glanced at Quirrell indifferently. "I had prepared a gift, but now that I've seen you, I'm not going to give it to you."

His words were sharp and sarcastic, completely unreasonable.

It even came across as somewhat aggressive. "You look like a filthy, twisted maggot, it's disgusting."

Wang Yan, who said this, was even less human than Potions Master Snape.

In fact, many people think this way, but no one has ever said it to Quirrell's face.

The professors were trying to suppress their smiles, unsure of what to say.

Dean Flitwick covered his face.

He wanted to take back what he had said earlier.

The new Professor of Divination was clearly no pushover either.

That's a wolf in sheep's clothing, an upgraded and enhanced version of the Harry, Hermione, Malfoy, and Nawway trio.

Wang Yan's words put Quirrell in an awkward position.

He even pulled out his own wand.

Some students looked over with schadenfreude.

They'd love to see the professors argue with each other.

This is also a good opportunity to rank the professors.

At the crucial moment, Dumbledore stepped forward. "Our new Professor of Divination... a man of strong likes and dislikes, isn't he?"

"The roast turkey tastes great today, everyone should try it!"

Wang Yan took a sip of the mushroom cream soup.

He looked up and flicked his Bala finger at the eager Quirrell.

Bang!

Quirrell's body flew 15 meters and slammed into the wall.

"I'll spare your lives this time."

There won't be a next time.

After saying this, Wang Yan returned to his seat as if nothing had happened and began to enjoy the delicious food.

Blood was seeping from the back of Quirrell's head, which was wrapped in a scarf.

The school doctor Madam Pomfrey, and the Herbology, Professor Sprout, rushed over to examine and treat him.

"No! No need! I'm fine!"

Quirrell suddenly screamed, covering the back of his head with his hands, not daring to look the new Professor of Divination in the eye, and timidly said, "I'm sorry, Professor Wang Yan."

"This won't happen again!"

Apologize and admit defeat in one fell swoop.

Perfect.

The provocation was not his intention, nor was the apology.

Rocky was not harmed at all by Wang Yan's flick of his finger.

But Voldemort behind his head was bleeding from all seven orifices, his spirit nearly collapsing.

Now, both Voldemort and Quirrell understood...

Wang Yan knew of Voldemort's existence.

The reason he didn't expose the other party in public was not because of any conspiracy or scheme, nor because he was afraid of the Dark Lord.

Simply because...

He doesn't care.

A spell that could severely injure Voldemort with a flick of the finger...

Mysterious Eastern Sorcery.

The moment Wang Yan made his move, Voldemort's remnant soul sensed the threat of death, as well as something else.

Cold, lonely, deathly silent, desolate, indifferent, heartless...

In the blink of an eye, Voldemort gave Wang Yan a completely new definition in his mind.

Professor of Divination?

What a damn fake identity!

In the East, this guy would definitely be a troublemaker no less than himself!

Poor Voldemort, he's patting himself on the back again.

Wang Yan, standing to the side, noticed Voldemort's apprehension and sensed Quirrell's fear and cowering.

He simply said, "Those who understand the times are wise," and then ignored the scheming master and servant duo.

The banquet continued.

After Wang Yan displayed incomprehensible combat prowess, he quickly earned the respect of his colleagues.

Even Snape, the "Half-Blood Prince," was much more enthusiastic than before.

Stepping on others to climb to the top is the easiest way.

Sympathize with Quirrell?

In Wang Yan's view, that was a maggot who had betrayed his original life beliefs and ideals, a disgusting inferior human being.

Wang Yan felt sympathy and pity, but he would never show it to such a guy.

The banquet soon came to an end.

With Hagrid's help, Wang Yan found his own private professor's dormitory.

Top floor of the North Tower.

This place used to be a classroom for Divination Studies and also Professor Trelawney's residence.

Now, Professor Trelawney has retired, Wang Yan has taken over.

It became a classroom for Prophecy lessons.

Climbing the steeply spiraling stairs will lead you to a platform.

There is a round Trapdoor on the ceiling of the platform, with a brass plaque embedded in the door.

Simple yet sophisticated, the layout and furnishings are all very thoughtful.

Wang Yan, however, felt that its arrangement was somewhat awkward.

With a wave of his hand, the Power of Time surged forth.

He gave this classroom its own unique character.

The original teapot, quill pen, candle stub, playing cards, Crystal, and silver cup have all disappeared, replaced by a layout with distinctive oriental style.

Music, chess, calligraphy, painting, miniature waterfalls, jade mirrors, stone tables...

Wood carvings, glass hourglasses, silk screens, prayer cushions, incense...

The next day.

The young wizards from the Four Houses rushed into the Prophecy classroom one after another.

The Prophecy class, now a "required" course, has seven times the number of students compared to the previous Fortune Telling, resulting in a significant increase in the number of students in each class.

More than 140 students flocked to the classroom, yet it did not feel crowded.

They even felt a bit empty.

"What kind of magic is this?"

"Undetectable Extension Charm? It doesn't seem like it..."

Wow... the scenery here is amazing! I love it!

The young wizards chattered excitedly.

Wang Yan, who had been waiting for a long time, silently awaited the school bell.

Nine thirty-five.

Not a second early, not a second late.

Zero error.

The four young wizards sitting in the front row were Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, and Neville Barton.

They were like four emperors, surrounded by stars.

In just one night, the four of them successfully gained the right to speak in the first grade.

That's pretty much what Wang Yan thought.

However, this was just a minor incident.

Wang Yan wanted to lead them to a brighter future.

He provided some information, and the Survival Quartet made a decision.

Ugh!

More than 2,500 words

But I feel like the plot I wanted to write hasn't come out yet; my writing skills are definitely not up to par...