HP meets at Hogwarts

The next morning, when Fanny and Ann walked into the Great Hall for breakfast, Malfoy was still continuing with yesterday's performance, with many Slytherins laughing around him.

Fanny curled her lips, and sat down without paying attention to Malfoy. Ann took a bottle of jam, returned to her seat and began to spread the bread.After a while, the Gryffindor trio walked into the dining room, and Malfoy yelled at Harry, "Hey, Potter, Potter! Here comes the Predator! Ho ho!"

But the trio ignored Malfoy and went straight to the Gryffindor table and sat down.Ann didn't notice the trio at all, she was staring at her timetable.

After a while, Ann wailed, "I have classes every morning and afternoon! It's terrible!"

Fanny glanced at the full schedule, took out her own schedule and said, "We are almost the same, and I have classes every day. It's normal for the third grade!"

"That's right, we didn't choose one of our two electives. I didn't choose Muggle Studies, and you didn't choose Arithmetic and Divination." Ann reacted, but she was still in a bad mood, "This means that every week There are four more homework assignments to hand in."

"It's three, and I don't think Hagrid will have any homework for Care of Fantastic Beasts," said Fanny, "but that's a horrible book, I bought it over the summer and never opened it. Look, we have it this afternoon." What about Care of Fantastic Beasts class?"

"Hopefully that's going to be an interesting class..." Ann said.

Ann and Fanny walked to the top of the North Tower and climbed onto a platform. Most of the students in the divination class were on the platform, but there was no door on the platform.Ann saw a circular trapdoor on the ceiling of the platform at a glance.

"Where is there a classroom here?" Fanny looked around and asked Ann.Ann pointed to the round trapdoor and read the words on the trapdoor, "Sybil Trelawney, divination teacher." After a pause, Ann said, "Maybe we need a ladder."

As if hearing Ann's words, the trap door suddenly opened, and a ladder was stretching out to Ann's feet.Everyone on the platform fell silent.

"Okay, I'll be the first one to go up." Ann said as she climbed up the ladder, she came to a strange classroom that she had never seen before.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.

Afterwards, students continued to come up, and finally the Gryffindor trio came up, which caused Fanny to exclaim, and she immediately dragged Ann to the trio.But a few people just greeted each other briefly, and a soft and fuzzy voice sounded, "Welcome," said the voice, "It's great to see you in the tangible world at last."

Professor Trelawney walked into the firelit place, 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.So they all scrambled awkwardly onto the armchairs or sank into the bulging cushions.Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat at the same round table, and Fanny took Ann to a table next to the main trio.

Ann originally wanted to sit farther away, but they were sitting in front of Professor Trelawney. After sitting down, Ann gave Fanny a helpless look, and Fanny pretended not to see.

"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. I find the bustle too frequent A busy school life blurs my days."

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..”

After hearing this, Harry, Ron and Fanny all looked at Hermione, while Anne scanned the other furnishings in the room.Hermione looked surprised to hear that the books for the subject weren't very useful.

"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 almost 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. Next term we should be studying palmistry. By the way, my dear," she Suddenly said to Parvati (Gryffindor third year), "Watch out for 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'll be learning to look at a crystal ball—if we've done our omens of fire. Incidentally, in February, a nasty flu will force classes to close. I Losing my own voice. 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 (Gryffindor third year), 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'll walk among you, help you, instruct you. Oh, and dear—"

She grabbed Neville's arm and pulled him up. "After you smashed the first teacup, can you choose one of the blue ones? 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 broom and said: "Well, if you don't mind, take a blue one.. Thank you.."

When Fanny's and Ann's cups were filled with tea, they returned to their tables. Ann ignored the boiling tea for a while, but opened the book, glanced at the fifth and sixth pages, and found I sighed in my heart, it turns out that the divination in the magic world is as unreliable as the horoscope divination in the previous life.

When the tea had cooled, Ann shook the tea leaves as Professor Trelawney had taught her, and dried the teacups, which Fanny had already finished, and they exchanged cups.

Ann was playing with the teacup in her hand, her eyes casually scanning the contents of the book.Fanny started to explain the meaning of the teacup to Ann seriously according to the book.

"Well, I see a... a circle, an oval? The moon or the sun..." Fanny turned the glass, "It should be the sun.. The sun means great joy.. Wait, it's not right, it may also be the moon , the moon means change everywhere..."

Hearing Fanny's explanation, Ann laughed out loud.Fanny looked up from the book in doubt, and asked Ann, "Ann, what are you laughing at?"

"Fanny, have you ever heard a saying? The only constant in the world is change."

Hermione, who was not far away from them, also laughed, obviously she also heard Fanny and Ann's words and understood them.

"I seem to have heard it. It was said by a philosopher?" Fanny asked, and Harry started laughing after she asked, and Ron also said a lot of ambiguous things to make Harry laugh.

Professor Trelawney heard Harry laughing and seemed to feel that her class had been offended. She turned around and snatched the teacup from Ron's hand.She stared at the teacup, turning it counterclockwise.

"Falcon... my dear, you have a sworn enemy," said Professor Trelawney.

"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, Ron and Fanny stared at her in wonder 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. Not a lucky cup of tea, honey.."

She went on, "Skull... in peril, dear..." Everyone stared at Professor Trelawney, who turned her teacup one last time, gasped, and screamed.

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 say—no—don't ask me...”

"What's up, Professor" Dean Thomas (Gryffindor third year) said 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."

No one spoke in the whole classroom for a while.

"'Ominous', my dear, 'ominous'!" cried Professor Trelawney, horrified, "that big ghostly dog ​​that roams the graveyard! My dear child, it is a bad omen—the most A bad omen—an omen of death!"

Everyone looked at Harry.The only exceptions were Hermione and Ann. Ann just sat on her seat and flipped through the contents of the divination book, but Hermione 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 and said, "I said don't be upset, my dear, I found that the aura around you is very small. The acceptance of future resonance is very poor."

"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.

When going down the stairs, everyone who passed by Harry quickened their pace silently, and no one spoke. "Harry, I don't think she's right." Hermione broke the silence.

"But ominousness exists in the wizarding world. My uncle Billyrs saw one, and then...then, 24 hours later, he died." Ron said excitedly.

Fanny and Ann walked behind the trio, and Fanny pulled Ann's sleeve when she heard what Ron said, "Ann, tell me if Harry is unknown..."

The trio focused their attention on An, and it seemed that An's words were more convincing.

"Well... don't worry, Harry will definitely survive 24 hours, and he can live a long time in the future..."

Harry heaved a sigh of relief, Hermione showed a look of support for me, and Ron curled his lips to argue, "But there are indeed ominous things in the wizarding world!"

Ann replied to Ron, "I didn't deny that there is no unknown in the wizarding world, I just said that Harry should not be unknown, and divination is inherently inaccurate. Very few people can really meet the future..."

Ron was still unconvinced.An suddenly remembered a fun story about foreseeing the future that she saw in her previous life. She said with great interest, "Since we're talking about this, let's play a game."

"What game?" The three of them spoke in unison except for Hermione, and Hermione said in embarrassment, "In 10 minutes, we have to go to Transfiguration class."

"Don't worry, this game will never delay your class." An said, taking out a piece of parchment from her schoolbag, and then took out a quill, "You memorize it first, and you can't peek."

After the four of them recited it, An quickly wrote four sentences on the parchment: It will rain today.Then Ann cast an invisibility spell on the parchment, and she tore the parchment into four.

"Okay, you can turn around now." The four turned around curiously.

Ann handed each of them a piece of folded parchment, and said earnestly, "I wrote a prophecy on the parchment and cast an invisibility spell. Remember, you must wait until it rains to use the invisibility spell to see the language. Foreseeing and peeking will invalidate the prophecy."

The four nodded and took the folded parchment. "Is this the game you were talking about?" Fanny took the parchment, "It doesn't look like anything special."

"I told you it's a small game of prophecy. You'll know when you open it on a rainy day. Don't peek. Since you've participated in the game, you must abide by the rules of the game." An said seriously, but suppressed a smile in her heart.

Harry, Ron took the parchment seriously and put it in the book.Hermione took the parchment and looked at Ann hesitantly.

"Okay, go to Transfiguration class quickly, or Professor McGonagall won't be happy if you're late," Ann said.

The three hurried downstairs.After the three of them left, Ann couldn't help laughing. Fanny felt that Ann was smiling maliciously, and pulled out her wand to look at the parchment, but Ann stopped her, "Fanny, since you are playing, you have to suffer from the game." Rules. There is still a high chance of rain at Hogwarts in September, and you will know the answer soon."

The author has something to say:

In fact, I quite like Professor Sybil Trelawney's divination class, haha.So I added her even though the plot didn't need it...