Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

Anyway, the current situation is not bad.

"I think we'll stop here for today's class." Professor Trelawney clapped her hands in annoyance to stop the whispering around them.

"Please pack your things..."

The students had no choice but to disperse silently, returning to their seats and packing up their books.

Professor Trelawney stood up from her armchair and walked to the corner.

"Good luck until the next class, that—" She pointed at Neville, "You'll be late for the next class, so make up your lessons."

Neville nodded hurriedly, dropping his textbooks.

Amanta and Harry went down the stairs in silence, and on their way to their next class, Harry looked back, as if to make sure that no one behind him could hear him, before he spoke.

"I have to admit, Amanta...you are right." He said indignantly, "Why does this...Professor Trelawney always like to make prophecies so...so..."

Harry seemed to have no words to describe it, so he could only sigh loudly.

"But what she said can't be true...? That's really ominous? Will I really be killed by Voldemort...?" He asked with lingering fear.

"Who knows?" Amanta shrugged, looking indifferent.

"what?"

Harry's eyes widened, obviously surprised by Amanta's answer.

"I thought you were going to say her predictions must be made up..." He seemed to be really getting depressed.

Amanta pulled Harry back from the wrong turn in the corridor.

"I've heard before that Professor Trelawney predicts the death of a student every year." She said calmly, "Senior students are all aware of her usual style... Didn't you ask Cedric?"

Harry scratched his hair sheepishly.

"I certainly didn't think to ask these things in advance..."

He laughed again. "Thank you, Amanta."

"I'll say thank you later. I just know that if we don't hurry up, we'll be late for the next class."

"Ah, yes." Harry glanced at his watch quickly, "There are only a dozen minutes left before class starts..."

They hurried down the spiral staircase and headed towards the Transfiguration classroom.

During the Transfiguration class, Hermione reached out to Professor McGonagall to ask a question about Divination - but before she could finish, Professor McGonagall asked him, "Who will die this time?"

Everyone looked at Harry.

Professor McGonagall smiled - she smiled like a tabby cat.

"Since Sybill came to Hogwarts, she has predicted the death of a student every year, but so far - no one has died. Never mind, I don't like to speak ill of my colleagues, but I promise you..."

"If you really die, you won't have to hand in your Transfiguration homework."

Everyone laughed, including Harry.

After that, the atmosphere in the classroom suddenly became much more harmonious.

Away from the drowsy aroma and dim light of the divination classroom, everyone gradually regained consciousness.

But some people are worried.

For example, Lavender still seemed to be wary of Ron, and Neville seemed to be still lost in thought. He poked his quill with his wand and accidentally set it on fire.