The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Professor Trelawney may have seen too much. She didn't seem to care about the weird content, but she started to analyze it seriously.

"Don't underestimate dreams... But what Muggles say has some truth. Dreams are a manifestation of people's subconscious to satisfy their own desires." Trelawney seems to have heard of Freud's theory.

"so?"

The more she said that, Hermione's head lowered even more, she only felt her face was getting hot, but fortunately the professor's voice was not loud.

"So in order for your desire to become a reality, your subconscious mind will make you work hard in this direction." Trelawney rarely exaggerates, "and 'effort' creates 'possibility'..."

To put it simply, a person has a dream of eating an apple, and when he passes by a fruit shop, his subconscious will remind him to 'eat an apple', so the 'dream' has become a reality, and the prophecy has come true.

Hermione and Cyrus' unique insights into divination, in Trelawney's view, are extremely savvy.

"Is there...Nothing! I haven't thought about this..." She tried her best to retort, and in Professor Trelawney's view, it was just covering up her inner thoughts.

"It's normal...My dear, it's too normal, but I'm very interested in the 'parallel universe' you mentioned." The professor waved his hand, "What does that mean? I once read some Muggle . ..”

In this college, almost every professor was a ruthless character who traveled widely when he was young.

"Parallel...universe? Another universe? I knew your third eye could see something different, and you might be able to surpass me in the future."

Trelawney's voice of surprise attracted Umbridge, who held the parchment and looked up.

"How long have you been in this position?"

"Sixteen years!" Trelawney was very angry at the person who interrupted her thinking. She crossed her arms and was very confident. "Dumbledore invited me back then!"

"Well...of course~"

Judging from the trajectory of the quill, it seemed that a cross was drawn. Hermione felt sorry for the divination professor, but because she was hired by Dumbledore, the old toad missed her.

"Okay... I'll stay in the next class." She had no class for the first class this afternoon, and she seemed to be targeting her.

"Inexplicable...Okay, let's continue to interpret dreams." Trelawney frowned as she watched her walking away, muttering, "Where's the diary? Okay, Miss Granger, let's continue."

The tip of her wand flickered, and a crystal ball flew towards her from a distant shelf.

At the gate of the courtyard at noon, Cyrus didn't know what he did wrong. Hermione just walked over from the Divination Tower with her head down, and stuffed the materials with a lot of notes into his arms.

Cyrus was staggered by Hermione's push.

"Who made you angry again?" He flexibly stretched his head over Hermione's shoulder like a cat, and said with a smile, "Who dares to offend you...Deduct her points!!"

"You! You in the dream!" Hermione was not angry, she just tilted her head and said tremblingly.

"Dreams are reversed. It really can't be done. Why don't you have another dream at noon to get back?" Cyrus was used to her cheating, and he just went along with her.

The girl was actually thinking... But Hermione was not thinking about the method Cyrus said, but the sentence he said: Dreams are the opposite.

But... what kind of potion is there that can make men have... cough cough!

"It can be seen that I seem to have committed some unforgivable sin in your dream." From Cyrus' perspective, Hermione was in a daze, and shook her head violently after a while, "Tell me, old minister have a preparation"

"It's really evil... Hey~" Hermione and him came to the auditorium, sat on the chairs, and counted the meatballs in the bowl in front of them.

She leaned listlessly on the table, using the four-fork cutlery to pick up the food in the bowl, sighed after a while, looked at Cyrus from time to time, and smacked her lips again with a 'tsk' sound.

In the end, she couldn't bear it any longer, her eyes were as distracted as Luna's on the opposite side, as if she was daydreaming.

"So, how many do you think are good?"

"Ask me too?!" Cyrus turned his head and watched her play with the food, he sandwiched four meatballs with sauce in the bread, "Of course, the more the better...the more the better! !"

"Huh?" Hermione looked at him in surprise, her cheeks flushed slightly, she clenched the hand holding the fork tightly, "I'm just afraid you won't be able to take it!"

"How is it possible...that's how much..." He said vaguely, "Don't you know me? I used to be like this when I lived in Granger's house."

"Is there...ah...indeed"

"I can probably eat more than a dozen of these meatballs at once?" Cyrus said proudly as a Hufflepuff.

Hermione looked at him blankly, and instantly adjusted the channel to the same, and said weakly: "Meatballs? Ah yes...the more the better, eat, eat you to death! You know how to eat all day long!"

Cyrus thought he reminded her of his physique that would never gain weight.

The girl hooked his neck and pulled him in front of her. Cyrus turned his head, barely letting the oil from his mouth stain her curly hair. Their actions made Luna on the opposite side read a book...

"You said it yourself, the more the better!" She lowered her roar.

"What is it!" Cyrus realized something was wrong now, he wanted to find the channel signal before Hermione changed, "Wait...Hermione...Didn't you just talk about food?"

"Of course I'm talking about food, dear~" Hermione gave him a threatening look, "Eat more~"

Hermione gritted her teeth, her eyes were terrifying and intrusive, and there was a faint smile on her face. At this moment, Cyrus only knew that he was in trouble, and he seemed to have said something that shouldn't be said .

But he thought about the words emphasized by the other party, and he didn't know what they were referring to.

sugar?dessert?clothing?Gold Galleon?

"What the hell did Trelawney tell you!!" Cyrus' eyes gradually became terrified, he looked at the pile of food and dared not speak, "What terrible prophecy did you see again? "

"No, I'm just confirming some ideas...obviously, you have"

"But I mean...food! Not anything else!!"

"There's no difference..." Hermione twisted her body uneasily, as if she wanted to sit more firmly, "This is what your subconscious mind thinks, isn't it... The more the better~ so you think so"