HP Shavings Wizard

Alison leaned back in her chair and listened to the strange talk.

I don't know if this professor wants to appear professional and mysterious, so that Hogwarts will think that she is worthy of the salary given by the school, and the usual drinks and other things can be given more generously...

Or maybe this gifted prophet really doesn't know her own talent and even thinks she is a liar.

However, Dumbledore, who had read the Harry Potter series, and the professors who had listened to Alison's mysterious lecture on Cassandra in Greek mythology, now have a much calmer attitude towards those tragic death prophecies and this colleague.

It is a great bargain to support a prophet with a small salary.

For some people, they are even willing to give up everything in exchange for a fragment of knowing the future in advance, to fight for a chance that may change and influence their destiny.

Trelawney elegantly adjusted her glittering shawl. Her appearance was very much in line with the Muggle's idea of ​​a mysterious witch who could tell fortunes - mysterious, smart, illusory, relying on talent, neurotic, thin in appearance, but the content of her words carried a force that could not be ignored...

"...I must say this in advance. If you don't have insight, I can't help you. In the field of divination, books can only teach you this little..."

Some of the younger wizards glanced with obvious amusement at Gryffindor's famous Miss Know-It-All.

The lady with the fluffy brown hair looked very surprised when she heard that books were not of much help.

"Many wizards, despite their talents, are unable to see through the mysteries of the future..."

Professor Trelawney was obviously aware that the other prophet family that had arrived at the school in the past two years had not completely immersed themselves in the world of fantasy and forgotten reality.

She added a few more words emphatically because of Alison's last name.

From the pile of nervous faces below, the big, bright eyes suddenly turned to Alison, who was particularly calm and leisurely, and spoke to Alison.

"I know you, my dear child. Your last name is Grindelwald. Oh! Grindelwald, the blood of the prophet flows in the ancient tower..."

She spoke like a tongue twister, then suddenly stopped, staring at Alison with her protruding eyes, sitting upright in the armchair, her eyes rolling, her mouth wide open - as if she was about to fall ill. Some little wizards wanted to run to the hospital wing to call Madam Pomfrey.

"The mysterious and ancient bloodline bred by darkness and light summoned her origin... The mixture of black and white is chaos, rebirth, death, and the future... Born in time and space, walking in the middle, the old shadow of the future ascended the path of God in celebration and blessing..."

It was not the mysterious, ethereal voice that Professor Trelawney had used before, but a harsh voice that gradually changed from low to loud.

There was an uproar in the classroom.

Everyone was shocked by Professor Trelawney's sudden outburst.

This is especially disturbing when her prophecy mentions the "God's Way".

Some small animals began to whisper, discussing Professor Trelawney's prediction.

Just now, Professor Trelawney seemed to be staring at that devil Allison when she said this?

It seems not.

After all, the professor seemed to be having a seizure just now, with empty eyes and no consciousness at all.

Maybe he was just about to say something to Alison, a descendant of Grindelwald, but suddenly he got sick again?

Professor Trelawney dropped her head to her chest and purred, then suddenly raised it again.

The strangely dressed professor seemed to suddenly wake up, blinked his eyes, looked around, and looked at the frightened students in the classroom with a dazed and trance.

"Excuse me, dear children. It was so hot, you know... I took a nap..."

She seemed to have no memory of what had just happened and was just preparing to continue her lecture as if nothing had happened.

The little wizards looked at each other, bewildered, and dared not speak.

Even the brave little lions of Gryffindor did not dare to say a word for a moment in the face of such a strange situation.

This divination professor is so mysterious. His condition just now was so strange, as if he had some kind of illness, and then suddenly recovered as if nothing had happened. The professor himself didn't seem to care.

In the first class, the young wizards who had not yet been tortured by those tragic deaths were all in shock and confusion. They didn't quite understand the situation and subconsciously chose to remain silent and just followed the professor's instructions.

Alison raised her hand cheerfully.

"Professor Trelawney! You just made a prophecy~"

The sound of young wizards gasping for air was heard in the classroom. They didn't expect that this devil could still be so brave even after being stared at in such a strange way.

Damn it! She's a Gryffindor, right?!

Professor Trelawney was interrupted and was stunned for a moment. He was a little confused and tried hard to recall what had just happened. His voice was vague and unclear, more like he had not woken up yet.

"…Dear, what did you say? A prophecy?"

The little red-haired wizard recited the entire passage he had just heard fluently and briskly.

"The mysterious and ancient bloodline bred by darkness and light summoned her origin... The mixture of black and white is chaos, rebirth, death, and the future... Born in time and space, walking in the middle, the old shadow of the future ascended the path of God in celebration and blessing..."

Alison said it word for word, and the classroom fell into silence again.

It took Professor Trelawney a long time to react. He opened his eyes wide in shock.

"This, this is..." She stammered and muttered to herself, totally unable to believe what she heard.

Alison added calmly, accurately intercepting her possible rebuttal.

"Everyone heard it—it's impossible that we all fell asleep. It's just that you, who made the prophecy, seem to have forgotten this part, just like you did when you interviewed my father for the job."

This professor really lacks courage.

Alison's encouraging words were mainly to make her feel more confident and then remove those fake decorations. It was okay in winter, but it was really suffocating in summer.

However, this had the opposite effect for unknown reasons.

Professor Trelawney paid no attention to the implicit encouragement and affirmation of her gift of prophecy.

She was so excited by Alison's words that she waved her arms and shouted loudly.

"Impossible! This is impossible! There is no way I could make such an outrageous and ridiculous prediction! Someone must have made a mistake!"

After a tense silence, there was a slight commotion, but no one dared to interrupt Alison and Professor Trelawney.

"...?"

Alison fell into subtle silence, sizing up the stubborn professor and coaxing her along with her words.

"Maybe I just took a nap and fell asleep. It's really stuffy here. Please forgive me, dear Professor Trelawney, and don't delay everyone's first Divination class because of me, okay?"

Professor Trelawney seemed to calm down a little, she took a deep breath and tried to remain calm.

"…I think you're right. We still have to continue with our lessons."