Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

As Professor Trelawney's calm voice fell, Lavender began to tremble.

This seemed to satisfy Professor Trelawney a little.

She finally began the lesson: "I ask you to work in pairs. Each of you takes a teacup from the shelf and then fills it with tea. When you have finished drinking the cup until only the tea leaves are left, shake the cup three times with your left hand and turn the cup upside down on the tray. Then exchange cups with your partner and interpret the shape of each other's tea leaves."

Professor Trelawney stood up from her easy chair and began to walk among them, giving instructions.

"Open the fifth and sixth pages of "Seeing the Future Through the Mist", which have corresponding illustrations—"

She grabbed Neville who had just stood up and said, "After you broke the first teacup, could you please get a blue one? It's better not pink - I like the pink one."

Neville was already immersed in Professor Trelawney's threats a while ago, and was further stimulated by her, so frightened that he trembled all over.

"Ah? Ah... OK, okay." He said hurriedly.

Sure enough, as soon as Neville walked to the shelf where the teacups were placed, he accidentally knocked a teacup down.

Snapped--

The teacup fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

Neville stood there in a daze, like a little child who had done something wrong.

"S-Sorry... I-I didn't mean it."

Professor Trelawney came over quickly with a broom and dustpan. "It's okay. My third eye told me that already. Dear, please get another blue cup. Thank you."

Harry, who witnessed all this, lowered his head and whispered to Amanta who was selecting teacups: "It's Tianmu again..."

Amanta picked up a red teacup with a mole painted on it from the third floor and looked at it for a moment: "Hmm."

Seeing this, Harry picked up a cup and followed Amanta to pour tea.

He said excitedly: "I didn't expect our Divination professor to be so amazing... He could even predict that Neville would break the cup - I can't wait, really."

Amanta's reaction was not as good as he expected.

She poured the tea and returned to the table.

"Don't you think this is a psychological suggestion?"

"Psychological suggestion?"

Harry frowned and took a sip of the tea. It was so hot that he almost couldn't hold the cup properly.

"It's hard to say, I just think so." Amanta blew on the scalding tea. "She asked Neville's grandmother - she probably knows some people in the Longbottom family at least one-sidedly, and Neville's character is well-known in the school and among pure-blood families. Even if she didn't say it... Can Neville not break a teacup in the whole class?"

Harry nodded, not quite understanding.

"What you said seems to make sense... There has never been a class in which Neville has not disrupted things, but I still don't think it is completely what you said. She also predicted the things that happened to Parvati and Lavender, the suspension of classes due to influenza, and the death of someone on Easter..."

"Probability? Observing people's expressions? Psychological suggestion? Most of her words leave a lot of room for error. Even if the prophecy doesn't come true - by that time, it's not certain whether everyone will still remember the specific content. Even if it doesn't come true, is it possible that someone will find her and ask her why the prophecy didn't come true?"

Amanta took a sip of her tea.

"At the very least, they'll just feel relieved if these predictions don't come true - they're all pretty bad predictions, aren't they?"