Chapter 103 Trelawney's Prophecy (Third Update, Please Subscribe)

Chapter 103 Trelawney's Prophecy (3rd update~Please subscribe~)

After the third year, there were elective courses, and the burden on their shoulders became heavier.

At breakfast.

Ron got the schedule from Percy. He and Harry chose the same elective courses. When he saw the densely packed courses, his brows immediately frowned and wailed: "Oh, no, why are there so many classes today? This is only the first day of school."

There are three classes in the morning.

After a short break at noon, there are three more classes in the afternoon.

"Hermione is much busier than us." Harry finished drinking milk, cut a piece of muffin and stuffed it into his mouth.

Ron looked over, turned his head back, compared it with his own schedule, and was a little confused: "Hermione, yours seems to be no different from ours."

The first class is all divination.

Of course there is a difference, but it is very small. In Hermione's schedule, a slash is drawn after the divination class, marking another arithmetic divination class at the same time.

"No special arrangements?" Harry was also a little confused.

Hermione stood up and packed her schoolbag: "Of course, Professor McGonagall has figured out what to do for me, but there is a verbal agreement that I can't tell anyone else."

"We can't do it?" Ron muttered.

Hermione shook her head: "It's better. How do you say that thing? It's still a little dangerous."

Harry didn't ask.

He just had cat eyes and didn't have such strong curiosity.

The Sorting Hat made a sound of realization and said temptingly: "Harry, I guessed what it is. Do you want to know? If you want, you can beg..."

Harry interrupted it: "No, I don't want to."

The Sorting Hat wailed: "You can think about it."

"But I really don't want to." Harry refused decisively.

The Sorting Hat shook the tip of the hat and scratched the back of Harry's hand: "You can really think about it. It's a very interesting thing. I think you need it too."

Harry was unmoved.

Ron leaned his head over, like a pug, full of interest: "I think, I think, you don't tell Harry, tell me secretly."

"I don't!" The Sorting Hat turned away the tip of the hat, very arrogant.

Ron begged: "Just tell me."

"Then let me think about what you have to do for me." The Sorting Hat shook its head and thought about how to threaten Ron with this matter.

Hermione patted it: "Don't tell me, or I will take you back and use you as a scratching post for Crookshanks."

"My mother bought it, it doesn't like it very much. It almost scratched Parvati's pillow last night. Such a high-quality scratching post..."

The Sorting Hat shouted in panic: "No, Miss Granger, don't!"

"I must keep it a secret."

"I have been a scratching post for decades. I really don't want to do that again."

Hermione snorted.

Ron was very disappointed. He quickly stuffed a few mouthfuls of mutton and finished his breakfast. They went to the top of the North Tower. In the two years at Hogwarts, that was an area they had never set foot in.

They had to walk out of the castle and walk up the long stairs.

They also encountered a very annoying portrait.

It claimed to be the great, handsome, and strong Sir Cadogan, a short and fat knight riding a spotted pony, chasing Harry all the way and inviting him to a duel.

The noisy shouting finally died down when they climbed the last few steps and there were no more portraits around.

At the end of the stairs was a platform.

Many students had already gathered here. There was not even a door on the walls around, only a round trapdoor on the ceiling with a brass plate inlaid on it.

"Sybill Trelawney, Divination Professor." Ron followed Harry's gaze and read the words on the copper plate.

"So how do we get up?" Ron frowned, a little puzzled, "Do we have to bring a broom to Divination class?"

The Hufflepuff children were very honest, and they wailed.

Brooms are not common, usually only Quidditch players bring them to school.

They chattered and discussed.

The trapdoor suddenly opened, extending a silver staircase, slowly descending, without making any sound, lightly, landing in the middle of the crowd.

Hufflepuff breathed a sigh of relief.

No need for brooms!

They lined up and climbed up one by one, men first, and Harry was the last of all the boys to climb up.

There were many strange rooms in Hogwarts, but this one was probably the strangest of all the rooms Harry had seen, which reminded him of the kitchen.

There was a strong smell of fireworks.

The curtains were drawn tightly to prevent the light from outside from coming in, and the light source in the room came from a huge fireplace. In this not-so-cold weather, the flames burned very brightly.

The desks were not the usual long tables, but more than 20 round tables. Next to the tables were exquisitely printed armchairs, and on the chairs sat bulging cushions.

At the end of the classroom, on the round wall, there was a row of shelves embedded with many candles, quills, playing cards, crystal balls, and teacups that seemed to fill the atmosphere.

Harry, Hermione, and Ron, the three of them found a table to sit down and huddled together.

The other little wizards poked their heads out, looking for the professor.

The class time came, but the professor had not yet shown up. This was the first person besides Lockhart to show up.

Suddenly, a soft, vague voice with a very divination-like tone came, "Welcome, my dear little wizards, I finally see you in the material world."

Harry looked in the direction of the voice and squinted slightly.

In the shadow beside the fireplace, a figure slowly walked out.

This Professor Trelawney was very "dazzling", with a thin figure, but she was wearing at least five or six kilograms of jewelry of all sizes.

She was similar to the one Harry saw last year, except that a few pieces of jewelry had changed.

She asked the remaining students to sit down, and she lay down on an easy chair, rocking, and introduced herself softly: "I am Professor Trelawney, you probably haven't seen me before."

"I rarely appear in front of mortals. There are too many complicated and noisy things in the material world, which will affect my third eye."

She paused after speaking.

The voice became more profound and unfathomable: "Divination is the most profound skill of all magic. It is the ability to peek into the realm of gods to peek into the future and destiny."

"Let me be frank. This course requires nothing but talent."

"Without insight, inspiration, and sensitivity to fate, you can't learn anything, except being able to memorize the things in the textbook and cope with the exam..."

Most of the nervous little wizards breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as they can cope with the exam, they don't ask for much.

"Neville, is your grandmother okay?" Trelawney suddenly asked.

Neville was stunned when he was called, and stammered: "Oh, she, she should be fine."

"If I were you, I wouldn't be so sure." Trelawney threw out this sentence meaningfully.

Hermione and Harry frowned at the same time.

Harry was looking forward to divination.

He had personally come into contact with two prophecies.

One was here, the prophecy about himself and Voldemort, which led to the fall of the Dark Lord and entangled with him.

The other was in the witcher world, the prophecy about Ciri, and that prophecy, he followed Geralt and Ciri and almost reached the end of the prophecy.

What is the essence of divination?

What does prophecy represent?

Is fate arranged early, or does everything in life together constitute a person's fate?

These are what Harry wants to learn.

But Trelawney didn't teach these, just asked them to make tea, drink the tea, and interpret the remaining tea leaves.

Hermione was a little impatient.

Harry patiently followed her instructions, but until Trelawney asked them to exchange teacups and start interpreting the contents of the book.

He didn't feel any ritual or magic power.

He really just drank a cup of tea that didn't taste very good.

Hermione turned the teacup tangledly, with some dissatisfaction in her mouth: "It's hard to imagine that a cup of tea can interpret other people's fate. It reminds me of those..."

Trelawney came over and said with a more dissatisfied tone than Hermione: "Divination is a magic that requires inspiration."

"Let me show you a demonstration."

She snatched Hermione's teacup and turned it counterclockwise: "Eagle, dear, you have a mortal enemy."

Hermione sneered and shook her head: "Everyone knows about what happened between Harry and the mysterious man."

Trelawney glared at her: "Big head club..."

"Oh, dear, you are going to be attacked."

Hermione was expressionless: "Harry did this every semester in the past two years."

The students who were just about to be amazed looked weird.

Trelawney ignored her and continued to turn the teacup. Suddenly, her hand stopped and she took a breath: "Oh, no, my dear child, how could you have such a sign..."

"What is it?" Ron asked curiously.

Trelawney sobbed exaggeratedly: "It's ominous."

"The most terrible and powerful omen, the gloomy big dog that only appears in the cemetery!"

"This is a sign of death."

Hermione gritted her teeth and stared at Trelawney fiercely: "Harry, you are a professor, how can you curse so viciously..."

She couldn't finish her words.

A strange magical wave suddenly surged from Trelawney's body, and her whole breath suddenly became ethereal and empty. She slowly opened her mouth and her voice became hoarse and low.

"The red-haired crow changed its flight trajectory."

"People born in December will slowly wake up."

"His servants will usher in death."

"And he, who is alone, will be liberated when the heavy snow falls."

All the little wizards looked at her in surprise.

Trelawney shook her head, her hand loosened, and the teacup fell.

Harry was quick to catch it.

"What's wrong?" Trelawney asked in her unique ethereal voice.

Hermione stammered: "You, you just made a prophecy."

Trelawney was stunned, then nodded in response: "Of course, a good fortune teller will find every sign and make every qualified prediction."

As she said that, she looked at Harry with a worried tone: "Harry, you have to be careful."

This time Hermione didn't pick on her, she took out a feather pen and quickly wrote down the prophecy just now.

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