Chapter 192 I Am Here to Subvert the Science of Divination

The half hour between the two classes was enough for the fifth grade students to exchange their ideas.

Obviously, although most people don't have a good impression of Centaur Firenze's class, it is more interesting than Trelawny's divination class anyway. At the very least, they can sit in the forest and watch the scenery.

As for voting, most of the Gryffindor students undoubtedly wanted to vote for Firenze. On the contrary, most of the Slytherin students sneered at the centaurs, saying that even if the Oriental People just stand on the podium and say nothing, and it is impossible for horse people to get their votes.

As for the other two houses, they didn't have such extreme ideas, they just felt that it would be a pleasant thing if they could defeat Umbridge.

"Fierenze will definitely win!"

After inquiring about the information, Harry looked very happy. He waved his arms in an exaggerated way on the way to the Divination classroom, imagining how Umbridge would be embarrassed, how Dumbledore would save the situation, and finally drive the toad out of Hogg. Wonderful future for Woz.

Although Hermione repeatedly reminded that the outcome of this matter would not affect the situation. The root cause of Umbridge's appearance in Hogwarts was the suspicion of the Minister of Magic Fudge, but such disappointing remarks were obviously not accepted by Harry and Ron. accept.

Walking to the door of the classroom, Ron looked inside.

"Oh, he's not here yet."

The three of them walked in relaxedly and found the seats they were most familiar with.

"Maybe he won't come." Harry said, "After all, everyone knows that the result is already determined."

"At least Umbridge doesn't think so." Ron winked and looked at Umbridge who walked in from the classroom door. She had already changed her clothes and was still sullen.

Behind her was Professor McGonagall, and the two professors supervising the open classes sat down at the back.

One after another, the classroom was finally filled with people, but the protagonist of this class never appeared.

Ron looked at his watch and said, "There's still one minute left for class. Maybe you guessed it right, Harry."

"It seems we can finish class early." Harry said happily: "Let's go to the Quidditch field together later?"

"Don't think too much. If he doesn't come, Professor Umbridge will definitely let us go back to Defense Against the Dark Arts class." Hermione said softly.

"Same." Harry and Ron sighed in disappointment at the same time.

What made them even more disappointed was that at the moment the class bell rang, a figure named Shi Shiran stepped into the classroom door.

Everyone's eyes were focused on him. This Mr. Tang was just as everyone remembered, wearing a well-fitting and decent suit, and still wearing a top hat, with his narrow eyes hidden in the shadow of the hat brim. among.

Ron heard some nymphomaniac girls exclamating quietly, he spat disdainfully, leaned into Harry's ear and said, "Have you ever thought that he looks like the same person?"

"Lockhart!" Harry said decisively.

The two looked at each other and smiled in understanding.

Then, they saw Mr. "Lockhart" take out some papers and paste them on the blackboard one by one without saying a word.

It wasn't until the blackboard was covered that he turned around and looked at everyone in the classroom with a smile.

"I guess I need to introduce myself first."

His voice was calm and calm, "My surname is Tang. You can call me Mr. Tang or Professor Tang from now on."

"Okay, Professor Lockhart." Ron responded softly with a strange smile.

But the next moment, he saw Professor "Lockhart" on the stage turning his head and staring at him calmly.

"Mr. Weasley, please stand up."

"I" Ron was startled. He was sure that his voice just now was very quiet, and even Harry sitting next to him might not be able to hear it clearly. He stood up anxiously and heard the professor ask: "伱Can you repeat what I just said?"

Ron said quickly: "I didn't say anything."

The professor smiled slightly, turned around, and opened the first piece of paper on the blackboard.

There is a line of incomprehensible words on it.

"Ron Weasley: Yes, Professor Lockhart."

He turned around again and smiled: "Mr. Weasley, is this what you just said?"

Ron was stunned, looking at the piece of paper as if he had seen a ghost, and stammered: "How could this happen?"

"Please sit down."

Tang Sen no longer looked at him, but looked around everyone and asked slowly: "Is there any classmate who wants to know what my actions just now mean?"

"No whispering allowed?"

One student said cautiously.

Tang Sen turned around and uncovered a piece of paper again.

"Colin Creevey: No whispering."

There were low exclamations in the classroom. Townsend looked at the student and said, "I just came to Hogwarts and haven't gotten the student roster yet. So, are you Mr. Colin Creevey?"

"Yes, professor." Colin's expression was even more exaggerated than Ron's, and his eyes almost popped out.

"Why are the words I said on the paper?"

"It must be some kind of shorthand spell." One student vowed: "The moment you said this sentence, these words were recorded on the paper!"

Tang Sen turned over the next piece of paper, which accurately recorded the student's words and name.

"Oh, Lavender Brown, it seems that I have met a new student." Townsend said calmly: "Your reaction is very fast. Certain shorthand spells can indeed do this." It’s something to do, so——”

He pointed at Professor Umbridge and McGonagall who were sitting at the back, and said: "Before class, I handed two documents to the two professors. The contents are the same as what I wrote on the papers above the blackboard. Exactly the same.”

The students turned their heads and saw Professor McGonagall looking at the parchment in her hand in surprise, while Umbridge's expression was even more exaggerated, as if she saw Minister Fudge doing a striptease.

"Professor McGonagall, is this true?" Harry couldn't help but stood up and asked.

Then he discovered that before he spoke, the eyes of Professor McGonagall and Umbridge had already fallen on him.

"Merlin, sir." Everyone heard Umbridge say in a low voice: "This is impossible!"

"Mr. Potter." Professor McGonagall blocked the parchment with her hand and said, "I have been waiting for you to say this. At least so far, everything recorded on the paper has happened, or is happening."

With that said, her eyes turned to Hermione the next moment.

"Verbal induction can do this kind of thing." She frowned and speculated seriously: "I read some information when I was a child. Some masters who are proficient in psychology can induce others to say certain words."

Tang Sen tore open the next piece of paper, looked at the name, and said, "Miss Granger, maybe I can dispel your doubts."

He smiled and said, "Please turn around."

Seeing that the other party turned around in cooperation, Tang Sen said: "You can think of a word or a sentence, no matter how uncommon or complex it is."

With that said, Tang Sen smiled mysteriously at the students who were staring at him, and opened the next piece of paper, letting everyone see the content on it.

"Now, tell me what you're going to say."

Hermione said without hesitation: "The price of the shirt is nine pounds and fifteen pence!"

Then, she heard an unprecedented, deafening exclamation erupt in the classroom.

She turned around in confusion and saw this sentence written word for word on the piece of paper.

"Miss Granger, you can designate the next student to continue this little game." Tang Sen knocked on the lesson plan, signaled the students to quiet down, and then said.

In a daze and confusion, Hermione pointed at someone randomly.

Tang Sen also unveiled the next piece of paper, which had a name on it.

"Neville Longbottom."

Neville stood up hesitantly.

"Mr. Longbottom, please turn around."

Townsend reminded: "You can say whatever you want."

Then, he uncovered the paper on the blackboard, and at the same time, Neville said the exact same words as what was on the paper: "Memory ball!"

The whole classroom was boiling.

Everyone, including Professor McGonagall and Umbridge, couldn't help but stand up. They instinctively showed their shock with various sounds and movements.

Tang Sen typed the lesson plan several times before he finally made the classroom quiet again. Looking at the students who were blushing and whose emotions had not calmed down at all, Tang Sen said slowly:

"You must be wondering how I did it."

"The answer is obvious."

He uncovered a piece of paper with two words neatly written on it.

Divination.

"Many people present, or perhaps all of them, have the impression that divination is mysterious and unpredictable."

"It is even believed that divination does not exist at all. No one can predict the future. The so-called divination is just made up of lies and luck."

"That's why I'm here."

Tang Sen said word for word:

"The purpose of my coming here is to change or even subvert the world's understanding of divination."