Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

Chapter 108: Miss Granger, who doesn't believe in superstition, and Trelawney, who believes in

Until the next day, many students were still talking about the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. He looked ordinary, thin, and malnourished, and his robe was a bit tattered. He looked like a down-and-out wizard. What abilities could he have?

From this point of view, the young people did not learn any truth from Lockhart last year about "not judging a book by its cover".

Dudley listened to their discussion and couldn't help but snickering.

Children, cherish the few good teachers you have!

After all, the students didn't learn anything serious that year with Lockhart, so Lupin's teaching task was particularly heavy, as he had to make up for everything that was lacking last year.

If his successor was not Mad-Eye, played by Barty Jr., I'm afraid that the students of this class at Hogwarts would not have learned many useful combat spells until graduation.

After a quick meal, the group headed straight for the divination classroom - this place was too far away and they had to go through the tower to the north tower.

Dudley never cared about these physical tasks, but the teenagers who lacked exercise could not help but be out of breath.

"Hurry up, friends, it's just ahead!"

Neville's breathing was a little rapid, but he remained upright and moved swiftly.

Obviously, his training played a big role. He was not like Ron and Harry, who wanted to lie on the stairs and crawl up in a dark manner.

"There must be a shortcut..."

Ron's voice became particularly fuzzy.

"I should have known not to take this course."

Harry was sweating profusely, too.

"Let's go, we still have some way to go."

Miss Granger could no longer speak a complete sentence. She wiped the sweat off her forehead. Her slightly curly brown hair had stuck to her forehead. Especially the airtight and loose robe, it was as if there was a small kettle over the heads of several people, emitting bursts of white smoke.

"Eh? Dudley?"

Hermione felt her body flying up. When she looked down, she found that it was Dudley who had returned from the front and put her on his shoulders. Miss Granger blushed but did not dare to kick and hit the mischievous man as usual.

"Tsk tsk, look at them."

Ron curled his lips, and even a deaf person could hear the envy in his words.

"Stop talking nonsense, you'll be late in a while."

Harry rolled his eyes at him, and several of his friends couldn't help but quicken their pace.

After the long-distance training, there was still some quality training - climbing ladders. When all the students were out of breath and even their hands and feet felt like they were not their own, they finally saw the teacher of the Divination class: Sybill Trelawney.

"Welcome, children..."

"It's great to finally see you in the material world..."

Trelawney was very thin, and she was wearing a shiny, thin cloak decorated with countless metal sequins. There were so many beads on her neck that they could be set up as a stall, and the bracelets on her arms and the rings on her hands were too numerous to count.

Without further ado, Professor Trelawney focused on introducing the content of the Divination class.

According to her, Divination is "the most profound of all magical arts", and only a few people have such a talent. Without sufficient insight, even she can do nothing.

"Books can only teach you a little bit..."

Hermione, who was standing in front of Dudley, immediately snorted.

"This year we will learn the basics of divination. This semester, we will read tea leaves..."

"By the way, my dear, beware of a red-haired man."

Trelawney's words startled Parvati Patil. She quickly looked at Ron, who looked innocent, and ran several meters away.

Ron's face fell.

"In the summer term," Professor Trelawney went on, "we begin studying the Crystal Ball - if we get through with the Flame Omen, that is."

“Unfortunately, classes will be closed in February due to a severe bout of influenza.”

"Around Easter, one of us will be gone forever."

Silence is today's divination class classroom.

"Dear, could you please hand me the biggest silver teacup?"

Lavender, who was curled up on the cushion with a panicked look on her face, at least breathed a sigh of relief after hearing her words.

She stood up, took a huge teacup from the shelf, and placed it on the table in front of Professor Trelawney.

"Thank you, dear. By the way, the thing you dread most will happen on Friday, October 16th.

Lavender began to tremble.

Dudley couldn't help but hold his forehead with his hand. Very good, this Trelawney with honey in her mouth could easily make all the students panic.

This is indeed the case. Only a few of Trelawney's predictions can be considered very accurate. Most of her daily predictions are alarmist and inaccurate about disasters and deaths.

If anything, it's only in matters of life and death that the talent she inherited from Cassandra Trelawney will begin to take effect.

Just as she successfully predicted the fateful battle between the Savior and the Dark Lord.

In short, according to Dudley's understanding, Professor Trelawney was a complete jerk and no one could predict when she would take action.

Everyone started to make tea, quickly drank the boiling water in the cups, and flipped through the bulky book "Seeing the Future Through the Mist" to look for corresponding omens.

"A crooked cross... that is to say..."

"'You will have tribulation and suffering'... Ah, and there is something like a sun..."

"'Great joy'? So you're going to suffer, but feel great joy..."

Harry kept looking at the teacup, which made Ron laugh. He snatched the teacup and turned it in another direction.

"From this angle, it looks like an acorn. What is that?"

It was obvious that Ron didn't have his clairvoyance. Trelawney couldn't stand it anymore, and when he said "animals", she finally stepped forward.

"Honey, let me see..."

"Eagle, you have a mortal enemy..."

Hermione burst out laughing.

"Everyone knows about Harry and You-Know-Who."

Professor Trelawney glared at her.

"Bludgeon...oh my god, an attack."