Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

The Divination class is on the roof of the North Tower, just like the Ravenclaws' dormitories. You need to walk through the castle and then walk for a long time to reach the top. They climbed up the long stairs to a landing - the classroom didn't even have a door. There was a large circular hole in the ceiling, and a silver ladder swung up. After climbing up the ladder, what appeared in front of Clooney was a loft that was a bit like a combination of a small auditorium and a teahouse. There were many small round tables next to it. Next to the round tables were very old cotton chairs with armrests and chairs. The small futon is filled with a very messy fragrance, some of which are the fragrance of tea, and some of which are a very strong bad fragrance - Crowney wonders if this is the smell of inferior scented candles - anyway, this kind of fragrance The smell made her dizzy.

The place looked older than any of the classrooms - everything was filthy. By the time they sat down at their seats, Fred and George had already grabbed a handful of quills with unknown gray stains on them.

"This is too disgusting." She stared at their black and white hands in shock. She suspected that the sticky and dry-looking substance on the quills was either chewing gum that had been torn into pieces, or someone who was unhygienic. The student’s booger, “Wait a minute and don’t touch me!”

She felt a little nauseous, and Helles came to her side with a smile, separating her from the Weasley brothers - they were too embarrassed to mess with this elegant little snake who usually looked so dazzling.

Following the sound of tinkling bells, a soft voice said vaguely: "Welcome, children. I finally see you in the material world."

All the students looked towards the place where the noise came from. Only then did Cloney know where these crisp noises came from: the only person in the room who was not wearing a school uniform was a thin man with eyes that took up almost half of his face. An adult woman, her body is covered with metal pieces, jewelry, necklaces, bracelets, and all kinds of rings. She is a bit like a nouveau riche in the Muggle world who wants to show off her wealth - the kind without judges. But the expression on that face looked a little penetrating.

"Sit down, my children, sit down - welcome to your Divination class, I am Professor Trelawney! You have probably never seen this before - living in a crowd disturbs my third eye and my magnetic field. ——This may make it unclear——" Professor Trelawney straightened his shawl, "Divination class - it is the most profound knowledge among all magical arts. Books cannot give you the knowledge you want - Just a little bit. If you don't have the insight to see everything - then no one can help you."

"I will unveil the mystery of the future for you."

Her gaze passed through everyone and was fixed directly on Clooney, but her eyes narrowed again and again, and she said nothing. She walked in while staring at her, and there was no word in her mouth. Stop: "First semester we learn to read tea leaves, next semester I will teach you palm reading."

"Girl -" she stared at Clooney mysteriously and seriously, "your aura is quite chaotic -"

"You have to control yourself - yourself."

She didn't seem to care about what she said, because after saying this incoherent sentence, she went on to talk about her next teaching plan: "In the summer, we will learn about the crystal ball."

She glanced at Fred, who was whispering to George, and then leaned forward suddenly: "You will be very unlucky recently - boy - the Weasley boy -"

"If I were you, I would choose to remain silent until November -"

Fred was startled by her. He felt a little embarrassed when he was caught distracted in class. He nodded with a stiff face, and the professor floated away like a lost ghost.

She divided everyone into groups, but everyone had to receive a tea cup, then filled everyone's quilts with tea, and asked everyone to drink all the tea by themselves, and then leave the dregs of the tea leaves. Then use your left hand to shake the scum in the quilt three times, turn the quilt upside down on the tray, and let them interpret each other.

"Page 5 and 6..." Helles lowered his head and turned both of their books to page 5 of "Parting through the Fog to See the Future", "Let me take a look."

"The cross and... the person..." She looked for the explanation in the textbook, "You will suffer 'suffering and pain', but you will be trapped by the crowd with no way out..."

"Shouldn't the crowd represent strength?" Crowney stared at the book speechlessly. She began to feel that this course was a little beyond her expectations. These explanations were not consistent with the popular images of Muggles.

"I haven't finished reading yet!" Helles swatted away her hand that was about to move, and turned the tea cup in another direction, "Oh, now it has turned into a... um... a knife? Is it cutting meat?"

"Are you suffering from the pain of Lingchi? What will happen to your body - a disaster of blood and light?"

Helles raised his head and looked at the girl who suddenly became silent - her face was stiff. After noticing her gaze, the girl reacted quickly and showed a relaxed smile.

"Well, Lenny, which one of those is true?"

"Perhaps they are all fake." Clooney hurriedly responded, "Anyway, many of its explanations are completely different from my imagination. Everything is ominous!! Damn it! Now it's my turn!"

"Oh, a big tree!" Crowney exclaimed, "A big tree in the sun."

"You are taking great joy in your growth, and you will continue to move forward." She turned the tea cup, "Look at it this way as a bow and arrow, and you will be clear about your goals and use your own Action makes it happen.”

Professor Trelawney stretched his head: "No! No! No!"

She picked up Helles' teacup: "It's a bird lying on the ground! You will face the test of freedom, and the constraints of the future will make you helplessly let your ideals die -"

"This is the most terrible omen! One of your friends is going to die!"

"Hey! Professor!" Fred's cheerful voice suddenly sounded from the side, interrupting Professor Trelawney's speech. He stretched out his long legs and inserted them in front of them, "Then is George going to explode?" Die!"

He excitedly raised the tray, and the tea leaves on it exploded into a firework-shaped painting.

"Then Fred is going to fall into the water and be eaten by an octopus!" George also raised his tray, "I see an evil monster is going to devour him! Professor!"

Professor Trelawney was extremely satisfied.

"That's not accurate at all." When Professor Trelawney walked away, Fred and George secretly whispered to them, "Charlie said that Professor Trelawney most wanted the students to predict their own deaths. , the more cruel and terrifying it is, the more satisfied she is - because she believes that this is the only true prophecy. She predicts the death of a student every year - "

"We just thought it was funny - but we didn't believe it at all." They shrugged and joked with each other, "But we decided to play it a few times -"

Crowney felt extremely embarrassed because she promised the two professors who paid a lot of attention to her that she would try to have a private conversation with Professor Trelawney after this divination class. But now she thinks the class is a joke—at least the stuff they're learning is a joke.

But after class, she stayed.