I was expelled from Hogwarts?

As an old liar, Trelawney had had countless embarrassing moments in her divination career.

For example... When she was applying for the divination professor at Hogwarts, she and Dumbledore made an appointment to meet at the Pig's Head Bar, and the headmaster asked her to help with palm reading.

In order to make a good impression on Dumbledore, Trelawney said that his lifeline is very long and he will live a long life.

Dumbledore told her with a smile that he happened to be ninety-nine years old this year.

Even in such an embarrassing situation, Trelawney was able to come back. Today's little mistake, as soon as she rolled her eyes, she immediately had an idea.

I saw her solemn face and said:

Is my loss of voice okay? Oops, it's too bad...

Everyone looked at Trelawney in dismay. She sighed sadly as if performing:

This can only show one thing, the student who was supposed to die from the flu and was saved by me will still die.

So my punishment for leaking the prophecy just disappeared... It seems that fate is hard to break!

Professor Trelawney looked at Rove again, with a look of pity on his face, and the students all looked at him in horror.

... Rove twitched the corner of his mouth, he was really thick-skinned.

Ever since he was treated by Rove for his ADHD, for some reason, Laifu has become somewhat autistic... Especially when facing those female toads, he even feels inferior.

Now seeing so many people watching, it was autistic and inferior at the same time, so it quickly jumped back into Neville's arms.

Professor Trelawney stared at Neville again, and said, Son, is this your pet?

Yes...Professor Trelawney...it accidentally ran away just now. Neville stammered and explained, I'm sorry.

Well, then you have to be careful. Professor Trelawney's voice was erratic, and the firelight flickered on her long emerald earrings.

When you are fourteen years old, it will be doomed, and you can't avoid it!

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Okay. Professor Trelawney stood up, straightened her shawl, and continued with a suppressed voice:

We finished learning the shape of tea leaves last school year, and learned palmistry not long ago... According to the progress, we should learn the omen of flames today.

Trelawney pointed to the corner and saw a pile of braziers stacked on a shelf. She said softly:

Everyone needs to pick up a brazier, then come to me to get the sage, light it in the brazier, and finally sit down and observe the flame carefully.

You can use pages 78 and 96 of the book Picking Through the Fog to See the Future to decipher the shape of the flame.

Everyone was very excited. Although playing with the fire bed was more exciting than drinking tea and reading palms.

After Rove received the teaching equipment, he put the sage in the brazier. He snapped his fingers, and a small flame burst out immediately, like a swift mouse.

Seeing that everyone lit the sage, Professor Trelawney said in an erratic voice:

A flame is alive, it changes, it never stands still... like a book that keeps turning.

To see it clearly requires years of hard training first to see the shadows in the flames, and then many more years to discern which shadows belong to the future, which shadows belong to the present, and which shadows belong to the past.

In any case, the process was quite difficult...even it took me a long time to master the secrets.

Professor Trelawney walked towards the students, and the gems on her body kept colliding, making crisp sounds.

So I will walk among you, help you, instruct you, and peer into the unfathomable flame.

Justin and McMillan started snickering uncontrollably and had to put their fists in their mouths to stifle the laughter.

But it was still heard by Professor Trelawney, she leaned over and asked, What do you see, so happy?

Justin hurriedly opened the book. He read according to the textbook, An acorn... a windfall, unexpected gold... I will have a lot of gold in the future.

If I were you, I'm not so sure, my dear. Professor Trelawney looked at the flames, shook his head and said:

A split peach...your buttocks are in danger...beware of your roommate...

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Justin gave McMillan a terrified look, and moved his chair farther away from him.

Everyone also looked at McMillan, after all, the two of them walked shoulder to shoulder all day.

McMillan blushed, and he retorted loudly: But Professor, from my side, it looks more like a fire dragon, not a peach butt at all.

Really? Professor Trelawney's glowing eyes turned to McMillan, and she asked again: Then what shape is your flame?

Hmm... McMillan scratched his hair and said, A rose...represents that I will reap sweet love?

I don't think so. Professor Trelawney shook her head and said in a vague voice:

I seem to have seen your grades in the final divination class... It seems that you will fail, dear... You have worked so hard.

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With such a blatant threat, McMillan immediately faltered and did not dare to refute Trelawney. After all, it is not up to her to decide whether to pass or not.

With McMillan proofing, no one dared to refute Professor Trelawney anymore, and they all observed the flames obediently.

Rove sat on the chair. He took out a bottle of potion from his pocket and poured it into the brazier. The flames shot up and burned the ceiling black.

This behavior of playing with fire undoubtedly attracted the attention of Professor Trelawney. She walked over immediately, and the bracelet made a crackling sound.

Son, what are you doing?!

Professor Trelawney, I'm observing the flame. Rove quietly put away the medicine bottle, and he said with a smile:

I just suddenly discovered that I may have a one-in-a-kind talent in divination. I seem to have awakened what you often call... the Celestial Eye.

It's a pity, child. Professor Trelawney shook his head and sighed:

I'm telling the truth, don't be upset, my dear, I've already discovered that the halo around you is very small, about the size of a grain of rice.

Like that little girl named Hermione Granger in Gryffindor House, you have a poor receptivity to future resonances...in other words, no gift for prophecy.

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Rove twitched the corner of his mouth, with a pure smile on his face and said:

Then how about we make a bet?

Bet? Professor Trelawney frowned, What bet?

Just bet on the shape of my flame. Luo Fu laughed and said, You won... I will be your faithful believer from now on. If you want me to go east, I will never go west. chicken.

If I win... I hope that my grades in future divination classes will be full marks.

Professor Trelawney narrowed his eyes and looked at Rove.

Neville looked at Trelawney and seemed a little moved. He really wanted to remind her...don't gamble.

It was Hermione who bet with Rove last time... She should lose herself if she bet a few more times.

You can bet. Professor Trelawney said softly, I saw a tomb, a cracked tomb, and a monster crawled out.

Rove shook his head and said, I saw a fire snake.

My child, you are mistaken... the flame speaks clearly, it is a tomb... There is truth in the flame, but it is not always easy to grasp.

Before Professor Trelawney finished speaking, she suddenly froze.

I saw the flame shaking, and quickly condensed into the shape of a small snake. Its body was thin and off-white, and its eyes were shining red.

It slid across the brazier, leaving a trail of ashes in its wake.

That's a fire snake!

Rove squinted and smiled:

I have won, Professor Trelawney.

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