Chapter 299: The Fat Niffler (Edited)

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As soon as the words were spoken, everyone was startled. In the subconscious of the young wizards, Tom was undoubtedly Professor Trelawney's favorite, so how could he say something against her?

But he did.

Tom publicly announced that Professor Trelawney was doomed. The professor's face turned sour; she hadn't expected her favorite, Yodel, to say such a thing, and his interpretation of her put her in a bad mood.

Ron, who was sitting at the edge of the classroom, opened his mouth wide and slowly lowered his hand, and at that moment, he had only one thought in mind: Yodel was a friend! He was willing to defend Harry. Hermione was also puzzled by Tom's "prophecy"; she couldn't imagine that the usually honest Tom would disobey Professor Trelawney right away. They had been in agreement and trusted each other before!

Wait...

She realized something, and several young wizards in the class began to awaken one by one: What if Yodel was being serious? Then Professor Trelawney...

Tom secretly sighed; he didn't believe that few would believe him when he spoke the truth! He really took his reading seriously, and he saw that Professor Trelawney was about to have a "little mishap," nothing terrible, but certainly not a good omen.

Without a word, Professor Trelawney grabbed the cup and looked intently at her tea; although it was usually taboo in divination to prophesy oneself, she couldn't care less.

"It seems to make sense..." Professor Trelawney carefully observed the shape of the tea leaves, and suddenly, it seemed to her that Yodel wasn't saying anything serious. She also saw that her own tea was not an auspicious sign, but rather a bit ominous.

"What the hell is going on here?" she wondered, and finally decided to grab a crystal ball to divine.

"Class, today's lesson has slightly changed; I will teach you crystal ball divination, which is the best way for a seer to reveal their destiny..." she said as she approached the edge of the shelf, grabbed a crystal ball, and after removing the crystal ball, a fleshy black figure appeared.

It was a fat Niffler, and it was clear that it had been having a good time recently, even its belly was bulging.

The Niffler and the professor looked at each other, both confused.

Then the Niffler jumped off the shelf and landed on Professor Trelawney, tearing off her necklace and crunching a huge pile of beads on the floor, while the Niffler quickly moved, picking up the scattered jewels and stuffing them into its stomach.

Professor Trelawney let out a scream; the crystal ball she was holding fell to the ground and shattered, and with a wave of her hand, a shelf toppled, crashing to the ground with a loud noise.

The Niffler also startled at the noise and ran on its short legs, slipping between table legs and human feet, causing screams from the students, and finally jumped onto the spider-shaped chandelier covered in red fabric on the ceiling.

After accidentally destroying a cupboard full of crystal ball teacups and teapots, Professor Trelawney regained her composure and ordered the students to close the windows and not open the classroom doors.

"What's going on? Why is there a Niffler?"

No one answered her question, and Professor Trelawney had no intention of breaking the ice, so she grabbed a quill, wrote a quick note, opened the window a crack, and the note flew out.

Soon, there was a knock on the classroom flap door, and Newt, the substitute professor for Care of Magical Creatures class, arrived, and as soon as he saw the chaos, he could guess what had happened: he knew it very well, and while he continued apologizing to Professor Trelawney, he grabbed the Niffler, which had escaped from his suitcase.

The movement was sharp and precise, as if he had done it so many times that his body had developed muscle memory.

As soon as he had the Niffler in his hands, Newt gasped—it was so fat!

He grabbed the Niffler's two hind legs in front of Trelawney and shook it as if emptying a sack full of grain.

Crack, crack, crack!

With Newt's powerful shake, there was a metallic clang in the Niffler's belly, and the next moment, a huge pile of various objects fell out of its pouch: golden kitchen utensils from the Hogwarts kitchens, all sorts of small jewels—it had spent a lot of time in the girls' dormitory—many silver Sickles and bronze Knuts, but... there weren't many gold Galleons because they were in the vault, but there were a few golden chandeliers, and god knows how the Niffler managed to fit them in, and god knows how Newt managed to shake them out.

The things kept falling and falling, and Newt's brow furrowed unfriendly.

"So many things this rascal has stolen." Newt felt cold. He had realized the Niffler had gone missing, and at first, he thought it had hidden in a corner of his suitcase, as usual, but then he realized the seriousness of the problem: the Niffler had probably escaped when he wasn't looking.

He had been searching for the Niffler in the castle for a while, and although he hadn't found it, Professor Lupin had encountered it several times...

As he looked at the pile of loot, Professor Trelawney's face turned as dark as a pancake—half of it was hers! Newt gave a smile that failed to hide his embarrassment.

Professor Trelawney took two deep breaths, calmed herself, and calmly said to Newt, "Thank you, Professor Scamander."

Newt stood in a corner of the classroom with the Niffler in his arms, like a child who had made a mistake.

"I will find a way to return these stolen items to their rightful owners." That was all he could promise.

"Well," surprisingly, Professor Trelawney didn't start ranting hysterically, but calmly asked Newt to take the Niffler and leave, and she began to clean up the mess the Niffler had made. Seeing this, Newt pulled out his wand and helped Trelawney tidy up the classroom and restore the broken objects.

When everything was said and done, he left the Divination classroom without saying a word.

Professor Trelawney remained silent at her desk, watching as Newt lifted the trapdoor and disappeared. The students returned to their seats, each with a look of having much to say but fearing to do so.

Finally, Professor Trelawney cleared her throat and spoke, looking at Tom, "A very good prophecy, Yodel, but unfortunately, most of the time, prophecies from prophets are not accepted, even when the person hearing them is also a prophet; it is the fate of the prophet to be misunderstood, I suppose."