Together [HP]

It's a long way from the castle to the north tower.At least, Jacquelin never did.

"Who would set up the classroom here?" When Jacqueline climbed up to the eighth floor panting, he came to a strange platform, where there was nothing but a large painting on the stone wall, on which was a grassland.The painting was hung in the middle of the corridor. After thinking about it, Jacqueline drew a map of the school with both hands, and walked decisively to the left.

"I sincerely hope this class is worth all the stairs I have to climb."

said disapprovingly as she climbed a narrow spiral staircase hung with portraits of terrified women in skirts with pleated skirts.

She climbed the last few stairs to a small landing with no doors or people on it.She looked around, and finally found a circular trapdoor in the ceiling with a bronze plaque on the door.

"Sybill Trelawney, teacher of Divination," read Jacqueline. "Then how do I get up?" As if in answer to her question, the trapdoor swung open, and a silver ladder lay at Jacquiline's feet. "Funny." She nodded, "I should do the same with my attic.

Climbing up the ladder she came to the strangest classroom she had ever seen.In fact, it wasn't a classroom at all, more like a cross between an attic and an old-fashioned teahouse.At least twenty small round tables are crammed into this classroom.Indian print armchairs and bulging poufs surround each table.Everything was lit with a dull scarlet light; the curtains were drawn, and many of the lamps had crimson shades.The classroom was depressingly warm, the fireplace was overcrowded, and a large copper kettle burned on the fire, so that the flames gave off a dull, cloying aroma.Around the circular walls were shelves filled with dusty plumes, candle stubs, battered playing cards, countless silver crystal balls, and a large collection of tea things.

There was no one in the room, and it was obvious that she had arrived early.However, even the teacher did not come, which is very strange. "Quite interesting," Jacqueline said to himself.She put her schoolbag on the ground and looked around.Before she finished visiting the whole room, the students came up one after another.Students from various colleges stood together in twos and threes.Too bad none of them were from Slytherin.

A minute or two before class started, Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked up one after another.The whole class stood around them, and Jacqueline found a corner to lean against the wall, and Hermione's eyes searched around, and finally fell on her.And when Jacqueline looked over, she quickly turned her head away, pretending to be talking to someone else.

"Where is she?" Ron asked.

A voice suddenly came from the shadows, it was a soft and indistinct voice.

"Welcome," said the voice. "It's good to see you in the physical world at last."

Jacqueline's first impression was of a large, glowing insect.Professor Trelawney walked into the firelight, and they saw that she was very thin; her eyes were magnified several times by her large spectacles, and she was wearing a gleaming shawl like a light, transparent gauze, with a long, thin There are countless necklaces and beads around his neck, and bracelets and rings on his arms and hands.

"Sit, my child, sit," she said, and they all scrambled awkwardly into the armchairs or sank into the bulging cushions.Jacqueline found a table nearby, and she was joined by a girl in a Hufflepuff-colored robe.

"Welcome to Divination," said Professor Trelawney, sitting in a winged armchair in front of the fireplace. "I am Professor Trelawney, and you may not have met me before. The hustle and bustle of school life blurs my day."

No one said anything about such an unusual declaration.Professor Trelawney carefully rearranged the shawl, and continued: "You have taken Divination, which is the most difficult of all magical arts. I must warn you from the beginning: if you do not have 'sight ’, then there is very little I can teach you, and books can only take you so far in this respect.”

Jacqueline glanced at his textbook, which was as thick as two wall bricks, very dissatisfied.

"Many witches and wizards, for all their genius at banging, smelling, and suddenly invisibility, cannot see through the fog into the future," continued Professor Trelawney, her enormous glowing eyes emerging from This face turns to that face. "There are only a few people with this kind of natural talent. You, boy," she said suddenly to Neville, who nearly fell off his cushion, "how is your grandma?"

"I suppose so," said Neville, trembling.

"I wouldn't be so sure if I were you, dear," said Professor Trelawney, the firelight flickering off her long emerald earrings.Neville was out of breath.Professor Trelawney continued calmly: "This year we study the basics of divination. The first term is devoted to reading tea leaves. The second half of the term we should be studying palmistry. By the way, my dear," Suddenly she said to Parvati Patil, "Beware of red-haired men."

Parvati gave Ron a frightened look, who was sitting right behind her.Parvati moved her chair a little further away from Ron.

"During the summer term," continued Professor Trelawney, "we will be learning to look at a crystal ball. If we have finished learning the omens of fire. Unfortunately, in February, a nasty flu will force the class to close. I myself will Voice loss. Around Easter, one of us will leave us forever."

There was a tense silence in the room after she said this, but Professor Trelawney seemed oblivious to it.

"I think, darling," she said to Lavender Brown, who sat closest, cowering in her chair, "would you pass me the biggest teapot."

Lavender looked relieved, stood up, took a huge teapot from a shelf, and placed it on the table in front of Professor Trelawney.

"Thank you, dear. By the way, that thing you dreaded will happen on Friday, October sixteenth."

Lavender shuddered.

"Now, I want you all to divide into two groups. Take a tea cup from the shelf and come to me and I will pour tea into the cup. Then sit down and drink tea until there is nothing left in the cup. Use your left hand Shake the tea leaves three times, then turn the teacup over and put it on the teacup holder; wait until the last bit of tea runs out, and then read your teacup to your partner. You can use the fifth chapter of the book "Picking the Fog to See the Future" Pages [-] and [-] decipher the shape of the tea leaves. I will walk among you, help you, and instruct you. Oh, and dear," she grabbed Neville's arm and pulled him up, "in the After you smashed the first cup, can you choose one of the blue patterned cups? I like the pink one very much."

That's right, as soon as Neville walked up to the shelf where the teacups were placed, there was the sound of porcelain cracking.Professor Trelawney hurried over with the dustpan and broom and said: "Well, if you don't mind, take a blue one, thank you."

After their cups were filled, Jacqueline and her companions returned to their table and managed to finish the scalding tea quickly.

"I finally understand why Mom hates prophecy so much," Jacqueline muttered.

They shook the tea leaves as Professor Trelawney had taught them, then dried the teacups and exchanged them with each other.

"Well," said Jacquilin's companion, and they both turned to pages five and six at the same time, "what did you see in my teacup?"

Jacquilin said nothing, but frowned, looking very serious.

"What's wrong?" asked her companion anxiously.

"I'm trying to figure out how to describe it," said Jacquiline, who was drowsy from the thick, scented smoke in the classroom.

She thought for a long time before she said slowly, "I saw an animal with horns, no head, an irregular pentagonal body, and only three legs."

Her companion let out a "poof" laugh.

"Keep your mind open, my dear, and let your eyes look beyond worldly things!" cried Professor Trelawney from the dark.

"That's crazy thinking," Jacqueline muttered in a low voice.Her companion finally couldn't take it anymore and giggled softly.

Hermione in the front row stared back at her very dissatisfied, and looked at the saucer in front of her solemnly.

"It's a pity." Jacqueline said while looking up <Picking Through the Fog to See the Future>, "I don't think there is such a thing included in this book."

"If you ask me, I'll say you need to test your third eye." Her companion said, "It's my turn." She looked into the Jacqueline's teacup, "I can only see a circle something, maybe I can think of it as a prophecy ball. And that means..."

Harry let out a fit of laughter, and Professor Trelawney turned quickly. "Let me see, honey." She said to Ron unhappily, and quickly walked over, snatching the teacup from Ron's hand.Everyone quieted down and watched.Professor Trelawney stared at the teacup, turning it counterclockwise.

"Falcon... honey, you have a sworn enemy."

"But everyone knows about it," Hermione muttered loudly.Professor Trelawney glared at her. "Well, that's right," said Hermione, "everyone knows about Harry and You-Know-Who."

Harry and Ron stared at her in surprise and admiration.They had never heard Hermione speak to a teacher like this before.Professor Trelawney deliberately refused to answer.Her big eyes looked into Harry's teacup again, and kept turning it.

"Big stick..an attack. Honey, honey, it's not a lucky teacup.."

"I thought it was a bowler hat," said Ron awkwardly. "Skull...in danger, dear..." Everyone stared dumbfounded at Professor Trelawney, who turned her teacup one last time, panted, and screamed.There was another sound of broken porcelain: Nacheng broke the second cup.Professor Trelawney sank into an empty armchair, her shining hand caressing her heart, her eyes shut. "My dear boy, my poor, dear boy, no, it would be better not to tell. No, don't ask me."

"What's the matter, Professor," said Dean Thomas immediately.Everyone stood up and slowly gathered around Harry and Ron's table, moving closer to Professor Trelawney's armchair so they could get a better view of Harry's teacup.

"My dear," Professor Trelawney's large eyes opened dramatically, "you are in bad luck."

"What do I have?" Harry said.He knew he wasn't the only one who couldn't understand the word: Dean Thomas shrugged at him, Lavender Brown looked puzzled, but everyone else nearly put their hands to their mouths because they were terrified.

"'Ominous', my dear, 'ominous'!" cried Professor Trelawney, shocked that Harry did not understand. "That big ghostly dog ​​that roams the graveyard! My dear boy, it is an omen, the worst omen, an omen of death!"

The only exception was Hermione, who stood up and walked around behind Professor Trelawney's chair. "I don't see it as ominous," she said flatly.Professor Trelawney looked at Hermione, disliking her even more.

"I said don't be upset, dear, I found that the aura surrounding you is very small. The acceptance of future resonance is very poor." Seamus Finnigan kept shaking his head. "It looks ominous if you do that," he said, his eyes almost closed, "but from this side, it looks like a donkey again." He said, leaning to the left.

"Simply speaking, a four-legged animal," Jacqueline muttered in a voice that everyone could hear. "Basically it's up to your imagination."

Hermione glanced at her and turned her head quickly.

"When will you all decide whether I'm going to die or not!" said Harry, surprised himself.No one seemed to want to look at him now.

"I think that's the end of today's class," said Professor Trelawney, in the faintest of her voices. "Pick up your things, please.."

The whole class silently returned the teacup to Professor Trelawney, closed the book, and packed up the schoolbag.Not even Ron dared look Harry in the eye.

"Until we meet again," said Professor Trelawney weakly, "good luck to everyone. Oh dear," she pointed at Neville, "you'll be late for next class, so remember to put in the extra effort To catch up with everyone."

Jacquiline quickly swept the textbook into her schoolbag, she eagerly hoped that arithmetic and divination would be more interesting than this class.That's right, after the divination class, she wants to go to arithmetic and divination, if the two classes are equally boring.