Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

Hmm...why does this sound familiar?

Amanta tilted her head slightly to think about it.

How come she remembered...Snape had said the same thing before?

Professor Trelawney continued in a confused voice: "I must state in advance that if you do not have the gift of insight, I am powerless. In the field of divination, books can only teach you a little bit of knowledge..."

When he heard this, Harry glanced at Amanta worriedly.

Amanta just smiled at Harry soothingly. She probably understood what Harry was worried about - after all, what she was best at was learning theoretical knowledge from textbooks.

If she simply heard this sentence, she would probably be a little panicked.

But... this is Professor Trelawney!

She vaguely remembered the secret to getting high marks in Divination class - thinking of this, she couldn't help but look at Harry with sympathy.

High score in divination, Harry offers sacrifice to the gods!

"Many wizards are talented in various aspects, but they cannot see through the veil of the future. This is a gift that only a few people have." Professor Trelawney opened her huge eyes and moved her gaze from their faces one by one.

"You, child," she said suddenly when she saw Neville, who nearly fell off the futon in fright.

"Is your grandma okay?"

Neville said timidly: "It should be fine."

"I wouldn't be so sure if I were you, dear," Professor Trelawney said slowly.

Neville gasped immediately.

...Amanta's mouth corners curled up slightly.

Professor Trelawney's scare tactics were indeed quite intimidating.

If she hadn't known the plot in advance, she would probably have been as stunned as Neville, fooled by her.

Then, the next victim was Parvati.

Trelawney had just finished introducing the tasks for this semester - learning the basic methods of divination this school year, learning to interpret tea leaves in the first semester, and learning palm reading in the second semester.

She suddenly turned to Parvati and said, "Beware of a man with red hair."

Parvati glanced at Ron, who was sitting behind her, in panic and quickly moved her chair as far away from him as possible.

Professor Trelawney was not satisfied with just this.

"In the summer term, if we have finished learning the omen of fire, we will learn to observe crystal balls." Professor Trelawney continued, "In February, there will be an unfortunate incident. A severe flu will cause the suspension of classes, and I will also lose my voice. Around Easter, one of our classmates will leave us forever."

As she finished speaking, the atmosphere in the classroom gradually became depressing. In the eerie silence, everyone looked at Professor Trelawney nervously as she lay in the armchair.

Professor Trelawney seemed completely unaware of the current strange atmosphere. She said to the student closest to her, Lavender, who was already curled up in her chair in fear, "Dear, could you please hand me the largest silver teacup on the shelf?"

Lavender seemed relieved to hear her request, and she took the huge teacup from the shelf and placed it on the table in front of Professor Trelawney.

"Thank you, dear. By the way, I have something to tell you - Friday, October 16th," said Professor Trelawney.

"What...?" Lavender asked stupidly.

"The thing you fear most will happen on this day."