Footsteps came from the other end of the corridor.
"George, did you hear anything?"
"Why don't we go and take a look? I guess it's someone from Ravenclaw researching ancient books."
As the footsteps drew closer, Vizette looked up and saw two familiar faces—the twins Fred and George.
"Vizette?" Fred said with a teasing expression. "It's only the first day, and you've already inherited Ravenclaw's fine tradition of getting up so early!"
"It doesn't seem like he got up voluntarily." George feigned a furrowed brow. "Professor Trelawney must have been itching for a true prophecy from her Inner Eye…"
"Understood!" Fred nodded knowingly. "Randomly select a freshman and use blood sacrifice to obtain the revelation of destiny."
Vizette was both amused and exasperated; the twins' ability to spout nonsense was somewhat terrifying.
"Is this lady also a Hogwarts professor? Why is she drinking so early in the morning and saying a bunch of nonsensical things..."
"Professor Trelawney, who is in charge of the Divination class," George introduced. "I remember her as the great-granddaughter of a famous Seer, but I actually think she's more like a dark wizard."
"That's right!" Fred agreed wholeheartedly. "She especially loves death prophecies… and she'd love for them to come true."
"That's a death prophecy. If we really want the prophecy to come true, the only way is through an evil dark magic curse!"
Thump!
Trelawney's eyes rolled back, and she collapsed limply to the ground, her head hitting the floor with a sharp thud.
The twins shook their heads and exclaimed as if appreciating heavenly music, "It sounds so beautiful!"
This was the first time Vizette had encountered such an eccentric professor, and he had absolutely no experience in dealing with such situations.
Seeing that the twins seemed to know the professor well, he asked, "What should we do now?"
Fred crouched down and nudged Trelawney in the ribs, "She's unconscious... As expected of Professor Trelawney, as a fortune teller, every step she takes is beyond my expectations."
He looked up at Vizette again, "What was your first subject?"
"Potions class."
"Let us do it!" Fred put Trelawney's hand on his shoulder and lifted her up.
George stepped forward with perfect understanding and put her other hand on his shoulder.
Fred said unhurriedly, "Your first lesson will still be with Professor Snape. Knowing the way to the school hospital will increase your chances of survival."
"Yes, remember this path to survival!" George said sternly, his tone very serious. "If Professor Snape says he's going to poison us, go to the school hospital immediately if you sense anything is wrong!"
"Poisoning?" Vizette's eyelids twitched. "Is this also part of Potions class?"
"No!" the twins shook their heads in unison. "This is part of Professor Snape's twisted sense of humor."
"In a way, he was quite something," George recalled. "Many of the prank props we had were inspired by the poisons he used."
"As long as he doesn't poison us…" Fred winked at George.
George understood and said, "The poison will turn into Galleons in our pockets!"
Vizette's curiosity was piqued. "What does a prank have to do with poison?"
"You're very perceptive!" Fred praised. "I can tell you're genuinely asking us questions."
"Wanting to get to the bottom of everything, that's just Ravenclaw!" George agreed. "You don't know much about the wizarding world, so you've probably never come into contact with prank items."
"That's a sight you've never seen before! Only the collision of potions and creativity, the combination of magic and alchemy, could give birth to the magnificent category of prank gadgets!"
They have a strong sense of conviction about so-called "prank props".
Before setting off, Vizette used his magical eye to look at the tapestry not far away.
This tapestry possessed magic; the figures in the painting had come to life. A giant dressed in a ballet tutu was wielding a wooden club, relentlessly attacking a frail wizard who was leaping and bounding about.
Sure enough, there was something strange about the wall opposite the tapestry; a thick layer of ancient magical power gathered there, forming the outline of an arched doorway.
Vizette thought to himself: Could this professor have come from inside? The magical world is truly amazing!
...
The school hospital was located on the second floor of the castle. Even before you opened the door, a strong smell of herbs hit you.
Madam Pomfrey was the matron of the school hospital, which was well-equipped with advanced facilities and a full range of potions, capable of treating most diseases and various magical injuries.
A stern voice rang out, "Trelawney! You're drunk again this morning!"
Just as Vizette was about to knock, a tall, thin middle-aged woman came out first, her demeanor somewhat similar to Professor McGonagall's.
The middle-aged woman's clothes were very distinctive, resembling a medieval nun's habit, with many pockets on her skirt, through which various tools and potions could be vaguely seen.
"Thank you all." The middle-aged woman's voice softened. "You helped carry her down again... It's only the beginning of the semester, and it's such an eyesore to have a drunkard lying in the middle of the corridor!"
Fred walked over to Vizette and nudged him with his elbow. "This is Madam Pomfrey."
Vizette nodded and carefully observed Madam Pomfrey's treatment process.
"Healed completely!"
Madam Pomfrey waved her wand, and a vibrant green light gathered on Trelawney's forehead, instantly dispelling the bruise from the fall.
She then pulled a test tube from her pocket, skillfully pried open Trelawney's mouth, and poured the medicine into her mouth all at once.
Trelawney coughed violently, exhaling puffs of amber smoke mixed with the smell of alcohol.
"Disappeared!" Madam Pomfrey frowned and waved her wand again, instantly dispelling the foul-smelling amber mist.
"Professor Trelawney, I hope you can tone it down a bit! It's really too much for the freshmen to see your incompetence like this…"
"A freshman?" Trelawney, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, covered her face and disappeared around the corner of the corridor at lightning speed.
"Cool!" Fred and George whistled. "Professor Trelawney would have been a great success as a Seeker instead of a fortune teller!"
Madam Pomfrey raised an eyebrow, looking at the twins. "You too! Why give newborns Baruffio's Brain Elixir? Although it has no side effects, it can cause dependence if taken in excess!"
"Who are you talking about? Us?" George pointed to himself, confused. "Madam Pomfrey, you know us. We don't have any money for this."
"That's right!" Fred nodded in agreement. "We can only afford rosemary at most, but how many Galleons would scarab beetles and frog brains cost?"
Vizette also helped explain: "Madam Pomfrey, I didn't drink any potions, and they even brought Professor Trelawney over for me."
"Perhaps?" Madam Pomfrey bent down and examined Vizette closely. "Do you feel like your mind is blank? This can easily happen if you take Baruffio's Brain Elixir for a long time."
Vizette didn't want to reveal the "Meditation Method," so he stuck to his previous statement, "I didn't take the Baruffio's Brain Elixir; maybe I went to bed late last night?"
"Perhaps." Madam Pomfrey did not pursue the matter further, and took out a bottle of clear, purplish-red liquid. "Just one drop will do; it will relieve these symptoms."
"Madam Pomfrey, is this lavender tincture? I saw a similar description when I was reviewing this morning," Vizette asked curiously.
"Looks like a clever Ravenclaw." Madam Pomfrey nodded and flicked her wand, releasing a drop of lavender tincture.
"You have classes this morning, so these will be enough to relieve your symptoms and won't make you drunk. Since you're a Ravenclaw student, go back at noon and find a crystal to clear your mind; you'll recover by the afternoon."
After leaving those words, she walked into the school hospital without looking back.
"Madam Pomfrey is truly remarkable," Vizette exclaimed, feeling much better now.
Fred laughed. "Absolutely! It's a shame Madam Pomfrey leaves the castle during the summer holidays, otherwise we could stay at school all year round!"
"That won't do!" Madam Pomfrey returned. "This isn't your private clinic! Be careful when you're researching magic, and give me a break!"
"Yes, Madam Pomfrey!" Fred and George raised their right hands in a salute. "We will certainly keep your words in mind!"
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