Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

He said it hesitantly, and it was obvious that he himself was doubting the correctness of this statement.

"Then you wait and see." Amanta shrugged happily, "It's my turn to watch you."

As she spoke, she turned to pages 5 and 6 of "Seeing the Future through the Mist".

"What do you see in my cup?"

Harry asked eagerly.

Amanta frowned, looking at the wet dark brown tea leaves in silence.

Harry waited anxiously and leaned over to take a look: "What's going on... let me take a look?"

He took a look and quickly began to check with the book to confirm.

"Hmm... it looks a bit like a hat, a bowler hat?" Harry said excitedly. "Oh... this means I will work in the Ministry of Magic in the future. It also looks a bit like an acorn... maybe I will get an unexpected windfall..."

"No." Amanta shook her head, interrupting Harry's excited words.

She turned the cup counterclockwise: "Look - it's an eagle. You have a mortal enemy."

Harry's eyes widened suddenly and he moved closer.

"It's a bit like..." he muttered, but he soon breathed a sigh of relief, "Voldemort? It's nothing, everyone knows--"

Snapped--

There was a sound of breaking porcelain not far away, and Neville broke the second cup he had picked up.

Amanta didn't even look up, but continued turning the cup with a serious expression.

"There's a big club here, and you're going to be attacked--"

"what?"

"There is another skeleton, you are in danger--"

"what?"

Harry's face was full of disapproval.

Professor Trelawney's eyes turned here. She walked over quickly, stretched out her thin hands, and snatched the teacup from Amanta's hands.

"Let me see, dear."

She turned the cup and asked, "Let me hear your interpretation just now?"

"Um... she said, here's the eagle, and below are the bludgeon and the skull?" Harry repeated reluctantly, "It seems to mean something like, I have a mortal enemy, I'm going to be in danger and be attacked... but I think it's more like a bowler hat and an acorn?"

He said the last sentence hopefully, as if hoping to gain Professor Trelawney's approval.

However, Trelawney simply raised her head and glanced at Amanta, praisingly saying, "I can see that the aura around you is very bright and your perception is very good... You are worthy of being a descendant of Merlin, dear."

"Ah..." Harry was stunned.

Professor Trelawney dropped her startlingly large eyes and continued to turn her teacup slowly.

"There's something else here... Let me see, my dear, this is..."

She suddenly took a breath and screamed.

Her scream startled all the students in the classroom. Everyone stopped what they were doing and talking, and turned to look at them anxiously.

Professor Trelawney gasped violently, fell into the empty armchair behind her, covered her chest with her shining hands, her face full of fear, and closed her eyes in pain.

"My dear, child... Oh no - my poor child, no - I cannot tell you, don't ask me what it is..."

"What is it?" Thomas asked.

"Professor, are you okay?" Lavender called out worriedly.

Everyone came over and gathered around Amanta and Harry's table, leaning in to look closely at Harry's teacup.