HP Shavings Wizard

It can be seen that the little wizards' heads were numb and a little dazed by the strong smell of tea.

Alison didn't need to turn to pages 5 and 6 of "Seeing the Future through the Mist" to interpret the image of tea leaves - she had already learned this trick and could recite the related images skillfully.

The fine tea leaves stuck to the wall of the cup form an obvious skull - meaning there is danger on the road.

She yawned and slowly turned the cup, switching its direction.

Next to it is a sword.

It looks like it means fighting.

The little red-haired wizard turned around again.

That skull, when turned sideways, looks like a crown.

So it is power, authority, leadership, order, control...

On the other side, Professor Trelawney walked to the side, and while the little wizards were laughing and interpreting the divination randomly, she glared at the group of little things who did not respect divination.

"An acorn... so it's 'an unexpected income, a windfall'. Great, maybe you can lend me some," Ron studied the pattern, muttering and turning the cup. His forehead wrinkled because he was too focused. "Wait, this way, it looks a bit like a flying broom - is your godfather going to buy you a new broom?"

"I think I saw the black dog again... maybe that's the gift your godfather is going to give you?"

Harry also hoped it was something good, like a Quidditch trophy or something.

He steeled himself and moved closer to take a look - since he had mentioned the new broom, he had hoped to see the Quidditch trophy or the house cup.

I could indeed vaguely see the blurry shape of a cup.

Retracting his gaze, he flipped through the book again and looked at the cup he had exchanged for Ron's. "A crooked cross, you will have 'pain and suffering' - I'm so sorry - the same acorn... So what is it that will make both of us rich? Suffering will bring wealth?"

"If you ask me, you need to test your third eye." Ron cleverly used Trelawney's words to complain about his companion, and at the same time shook the cup at Harry with a look of despair - divination was too "magical", even though he was a little wizard, he now felt like a Muggle sitting in the classroom.

Harry laughed, causing Trelawney to turn around in dissatisfaction. She walked over quickly, snatched the cup, and stared at the tea foam spinning around.

She stared at the tea foam in the teacup with her eyes wide open.

This exaggerated reaction made the classroom quiet, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Ron squirmed and swallowed nervously.

Professor Trelawney's head snapped up and her eyes were fixed on Harry.

The young wizards were frightened by her eyes and shrank back.

"Snapped!"

There was a crisp sound of porcelain breaking.

The second cup that Neville had predicted would break also broke at this time.

Trelawney sat down in an empty armchair, put a hand covered with bracelets and rings, shining on her chest, closed her eyes, and made a trembling voice, making a prophecy about "ominous".

"A black dog that haunts the cemetery. A black dog, a skull and a cross.... My dear child, you have come across a dangerous omen, a death omen..."

Harry frowned, but he wasn't too afraid of the "black dog" - he was busy playing with a big black dog during the summer vacation.

However, the word "death" does make people feel uneasy.

Hermione stood up, got closer, and calmly retorted loudly.

"I don't think it's 'ominous'."

Trelawney began to dislike this "Miss Know-It-All".

When the talented Harry and Ron were laughing and joking, the Divination Professor would at most glare at them, but her attitude towards Hermione was much worse - in her eyes, Hermione had a very small halo around her, had little perception of the future, and had no talent for divination.

A few little wizards chattered and came over to peek at the cup, looking at it in all sorts of strange and bizarre ways.

The images solidified by the black tea stains are mysterious and difficult to interpret, just like life and destiny.

Amid the noise, Professor Trelawney floated over to Alison again.

Alison handed over the empty cup with tea leaves still clotted in it.

"Does it mean skull, sword, and crown?"

Professor Trelawney stared at the cup with a complicated look.

"Yes, most unfortunately, my dear child, you have foretold your own fate."

The little animals whispered for a while, waiting for the mysterious professor to continue his interpretation.

"You will meet a death... an ominous death," Trelawney continued in her disembodied voice.

There was another uproar in the classroom.

Everyone looked at Alison in horror, as if they had seen a classmate's critical illness notice. Soon Alison was about to be pushed away with a bed sheet covering her.

Alison blinked and obediently raised her hand to indicate, "Could that be the death I brought to others?"

Professor Trelawney stared at Alison with wide eyes in disbelief.

"you……!"

This kid is so wild that even the divination professor who can predict the future didn't expect Alison to ask such a question.

The classroom fell silent, and everyone's expressions became even more horrified, staring at Alison.

Although I already knew that Alison was probably proficient in the three unforgivable curses and was a complete dark wizard...

But pretending to be something and not pretending at all are two different things.

What's wrong? Are you tired of school and want to kill a classmate to liven things up? !

Just now everyone was afraid that a dead person would appear next to them, but now all the little wizards in the class are in a panic, worrying about their own personal safety.

Alison, with a pale face and a black heart, blinked innocently, seemingly unaware of what a terrible question she had asked.

Then the most terrible thing happened.

Professor Trelawney, the mysterious master of divination in everyone's eyes, did not completely deny this possibility.

She just took a deep breath, looked at Alison carefully again and again, and then spoke in a soft, unclear and weak voice.

"If you want, you can understand it that way... I think today's class will end here, yes... Please pack your things..."

The students all felt heavy-hearted and silently returned the teacups to Professor Trelawney, gathered their books and closed their bags.

Trelawney watched them, blessing them softly, and reminding Neville, who would be late for the next class, about his homework.

The frightened little animals ran frantically away from the red-haired devil who might suddenly kill people at any time. They looked back and dodged from time to time. Without saying a word, they left the classroom and went down the ladder to the north tower.

Alison, who was lagging behind and was also a prophet like Professor Trelawney, tilted her head innocently.

“…Chuck?”