HP: I was doing all sorts of things at Hogwarts

Snape hurried over. He pushed open the door of the hospital wing and was stunned when he saw the room full of people.

Dumbledore cast a helpless look, and Snape narrowed his eyes.

"Nott, Malfoy, Zabini, what are you three doing?" Snape became upset when he saw so many people and drove them all away!

But the three brothers didn't move.

"Severus, come and take a look at this first." Dumbledore motioned for him to go over, and Snape had no choice but to let the three brothers go.

Snape examined the pills carefully before nodding, "No problem."

He hesitated to speak, what kind of medicinal materials was this made of?

The old man hid his merit and fame deeply and just smiled and said nothing.

Regulus fed Aphra the medicine, and everyone in the room held their breath silently, observing Aphra.

One minute passed, two minutes passed...

Draco couldn't help but question, "Is this medicine of yours real?"

"How can I, a fortune teller, sell you fake medicine?" the old man replied unhappily.

"Oh, okay, okay..."

"Stop arguing..."

"woke up!"

I don't know who shouted something, and for a moment the medical wing was in chaos.

Avro's mind was in confusion, and she squinted her eyes to adapt to the strong light.

Cedric stepped forward to close the curtains.

Regulus used his hand to cover the bright light in front of Aphra.

"Thank you." Avro curled her lips. She supported her arms and tried to sit up.

Fred and George lifted her up, and Theodore found every opportunity to put a pillow behind Aphra.

Avro:...What happened? It was so sudden...

Draco looked around at a loss. Every job had been taken away. What should he do?

The old man blinked at Avro, who didn't know why. The old man whispered something in her ear, and Avro's eyes widened.

"Cough..." Avro licked her dry lips, "Water..."

Draco finally got the chance because he was closest to the water glass. He poured a glass of water neatly and said politely: "I'll feed you!"

"Ah...thank you?"

Avro was extremely puzzled, but she still followed his actions and drank the water.

"I have finished explaining to the patient." The old man smiled, his eyes bright, "Where is my reward?"

"I'll take you to get it." Daphne nodded. She didn't have that much pocket money, and she had to take the old man to find her father.

"You can use the fireplace in your Dean's office." Dumbledore nodded.

Snape glanced at Dumbledore but made no objection.

"What about my travel expenses?"

"I took you to Apparate, where did you get the travel expenses?" Oliver couldn't help but ask.

"Oh, I'm sorry..." The old man still had more to say. He glanced around at the boys present and shook his head. Ouch, what a business this is!

Daphne left with the old man, and the old man kept talking, "What kind of place is this? It's so big?"

"School." Daphne replied casually, "Magic school, haven't you heard of Hogwarts?"

"It turns out it's Hogwarts, I've heard of it, I've heard of it." The old man jumped for joy, students' money is the best to make! He must come back to make a fortune, and he will not be dragged from Germany to England in vain.

The old man was excited and rubbed his hands, "Where can we take the money?"

"Fireplace." Daphne let him go first in a friendly manner.

The old man was silent, "How about another way?"

Won't he be burned?

"How about I go by myself and you just wait here." Daphne waved her hand and suggested another method.

"Okay, you go." The old man clasped his hands behind his back. As soon as Daphne disappeared into the fireplace, the old man ran out.

Money, here he comes!

……

When Daphne returned to school, she found that the old man was missing.

?

Daphne walked to the auditorium full of doubts and found that there was a long line in the auditorium. The old man was stroking his beard and sitting at the head.

He shook his head, "Next!"

"Master, please help me take a look -"

The students lined up consciously, one after another.

"..."

what?

Daphne was shocked. She was confused and walked to the old man, "Are you..."

"You, get in line." A Gryffindor boy shouted righteously.

"That's right, don't jump in line."

"Who is it?"

"It's disturbing the master's divination for us!"

Daphne pointed at herself, "Jumping in line?" Then she pointed at the old man, "Divination?"

Daphne felt mixed emotions and slapped the bag containing the money on the table, "Here are the galleons for you, you count them."

The old man greeted Daphne warmly, "Come on, come on, be my assistant."

"That's a nice thought." Daphne snorted. She hadn't asked about her sister's situation yet.

"I can give you free divination, such as solving any conflicts in love."

Daphne paused, turned around and sat next to the old man, "Well, I mainly have free time, so I can help you."

In the team, Pansy shrank silently, ah, why is Daphne here? She felt a little guilty. She secretly queued up for divination, but she couldn't let Daphne catch her. She thought about it and left the queue.

Hermione sat bored at the long Gryffindor table. None of the tables in the four major houses were empty. Instead, the divination team circled the auditorium several times.

Hermione shook her head secretly and rolled her eyes. She wouldn't believe such a thing.

It's all pretentious stuff, just like Trelawney.

"Hmm." Umbridge walked into the auditorium with a slight smile on her face, "It's very lively here."

She just said a word, and the people in line turned into birds and animals and dispersed.

The old man stood up, looking confused and unhappy. Who was delaying his business?

Umbridge smiled, "Sir, you are illegally organizing in the school -"

"Madam, I see that your hall has turned black, and there must be a bloody disaster!" The old man exclaimed, and the black air lingering between her eyebrows disappeared, and it was already very strong.

"?" Umbridge took a deep breath, "Sorry, what did you say?"

"When I said you will suffer a bloody disaster, I mean you will die miserably -" the old man replied unceremoniously.

"That's enough!" Umbridge jumped angrily and pointed at the old man's nose, "Where did you come from! I am a senior investigator of the Ministry of Magic——"

"What the hell? I've never heard of it." The old man replied confusedly, with an innocent expression. "I just told the truth."

Umbridge felt dizzy and looked around at the students gloating about their misfortune, as well as Professor McGonagall and other professors who were rushing over.