Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

Harry blinked.

"Since you can only choose one of the courses, I think I am more interested in divination. During the days when I was in Diagon Alley, I would often go to the divination shop and ask the fortune teller to help me calculate my recent fortune."

Speaking of this, he suddenly became excited.

"Guess what? He once predicted that I would win the first prize at Zonko's Joke Shop that day and collect a Chocolate Frog card! And what happened..." Harry continued to narrate.

"Ok."

Amanta replied briefly and helplessly.

Harry was obviously still too naive. If he had known in advance what kind of professor Professor Trelawney, the Divination professor, was, he would have known how "specially" she would treat him.

I guess Harry would agree to Snape's request to go to the basement and squeeze slugs for a month and kick Divination out of his schedule.

Unfortunately, she couldn't tell him all this.

Amanta gave Harry a sympathetic look.

Harry was a little surprised by her gaze: "Why do you have that expression on your face?"

"Hmm..." Amanta rolled her eyes in her sockets and decided to kindly and tactfully remind him, "I heard that... Divination is a difficult course to score, after all, the answers obtained from divination and interpretation are quite uncertain."

"What's the big deal?" Harry's expectant expression remained unchanged. "Aren't you here with me?"

...Amanta hesitated to speak.

"I heard that the professor of Divination has a weird temper."

Harry patted her shoulder.

"Don't be prejudiced against fortune tellers. From what I know, there is no fortune teller who is not strange. The owner of the fortune telling shop I often go to always wears a hat made of colorful bird feathers that covers his nose..."

Harry continued talking, and Amanta listened absentmindedly, finishing the last of the roasted tomato in her hand.

"It's time to go." Julius, who had been silent for the whole morning, finally spoke up to remind them.

"Okay, are you going to the divination class too?" Amanta asked, wiping the tomato juice from the corner of her mouth.

"Yeah." Julius said.

After they simply packed up, they went to the divination class.

It was not easy to find the divination classroom. It was on the top of the north tower. They couldn't tell how long they had climbed the stairs and passed through several platforms until they climbed the last spiral staircase that had gone around countless times before they arrived at a small platform.

"call……"

Amanta's first reaction when she stood on the platform was to hold on to the wall. After going around so many circles, she was already dizzy.

Most of the students in the class have gathered here, but there is not even a door on the platform. The others seem to be troubled by this and are gathered together to discuss it.

Harry looked around and asked the same question: "Where is the Divination classroom?"

Amanta pointed to the ceiling, motioning to Harry.

There was a round trapdoor there, with a brass plate above it that read: 'Sybill Trelawney, Professor of Divination'.

Harry read it and asked, "So it's here... but how do we get up there?"

As if in answer to the question, he had barely finished speaking when the trapdoor swung open and a silver ladder dropped down to land at Harry's feet.

Everyone fell silent.

Harry looked at it in surprise for a moment: "This is a good design."

He was the first to climb the ladder.