Chapter 118： Divination teacher

The storm ceased the next morning.

But the weather is still not clear.

At breakfast, Jon got the class schedule for this semester. It was a lot tighter than last semester. After all, there were a few more courses... At the same time, he heard several Hufflepuff students in grades 5 and 6 who were discussing What magical spell makes him age older, and then he gets confused and participates in the Triwizard Tournament.

Jon is not interested in their topic. To be precise, he is not interested in the "Triwizard Tournament".

Even if someone forced him with a magic wand, he wouldn't fight the fire dragon, mermaid, and sphinx!

Just for the 1,000 gallon bonus?

He might as well report Black again!

And well, anyway, the final champion is always Harry Potter...

Looking at the class schedule, there is only one class in the morning: divination class, Hufflepuff and Gryffindor together.

"Are you going to deal with the old liar, Trelawney so soon?" Jon sighed, and then pulled out the "Pull the Mist and See the Future."

Divination is on the top of the North Tower, ten minutes away from the restaurant.

After eating breakfast, he followed a few Hufflepuff's third-year students and hurriedly walked towards the North Tower.

...

In the North Tower, they climbed the stairs for a long time, and finally passed through a silver escalator and through a trapdoor on the ceiling...

The divination classroom is here, a very weird classroom. This is like a teahouse with many small round tables on which are placed teacups and teapots.

Jon found a small round table and sat down, Zacharias-Smith sat in front of him.

"Hello." Not long after they sat down, an ethereal and ethereal voice suddenly heard behind them, which shocked them all.

An odd-looking witch came out from the curtain behind the classroom; she was very thin, her eyes enlarged several times by a pair of big glasses, she was wearing a thin scarf, and her slender neck was hung with many necklaces and Beads, there are several bracelets and rings on the hands.

"Sit, my child, sit." The witch said mysteriously, "Sibir Trelawney, your divination classroom!"

"Divination, a mysterious and complicated subject you are about to come into contact with!" Professor Trelawney's sharp voice resounded throughout the classroom: "I reminded you in advance that if you don't have real talent, then here There are so few things I can give you in the subject..."

It seems that many students of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff were attracted by this special opening.

Jon lowered his head and yawned quietly.

To be honest, he is not interested in the pure metaphysics of divination at all, if it weren’t for Hogwarts’ compulsory elective course... and he already knew about the big events in the next few years, so he couldn’t do divination again...

I started to think back and analyze what happened in Dumbledore’s office last night...

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"This year we will learn all kinds of basic divination methods; in the first semester, we will use it to interpret tea leaves, and in the next semester we should learn palmistry."

Professor Sybil Trelawney started her usual performance again.

But the target she chose this time was Ginny Weasley.

She picked up Ginny's tea cup and exaggeratedly shouted: "Wait, what did I see... Falcon, you used to have a deadly enemy..."

Poor Ginny stood up with a pale face and nodded tremblingly.

Then, Jon noticed Trelawney's arrogant analysis, stunned several Gryffindor girls.

Then, she began to ask the students to work in groups and analyze the contents of the tea.

Jon and Zacharias are divided into a group and are talking nonsense here.

Zacharias turned the book to the fifth and sixth pages, and looked a little confused in the book. Obviously he hadn't listened to the content of the class at all:

"The shape of the tea... is an arrow..." Zacharias thoughtfully said: "The arrow represents the meaning. Could it be that you will become a warrior in the Triwizard Tournament?"

"Don't be nonsense!" Jon said lazily, "I'm four years away from the age of 17!"

"Also...a castle...symbolizes power... Could it be that you will become the principal of Hogwarts in the future?"

"I think the Minister of Magic is more practical..."

"Also...a snake...what does a snake represent...what does a snake represent..."

Zacharias turned several pages back and forth in the textbook without turning to the content.

Suddenly, he had an idea and smirked: "I see, you will marry a Slytherin wife in the future!"

"Don't talk nonsense..." Jon felt his face feel a little hot.

"What's the matter, dear?" Trelawney seemed to be attracted by their discussion and walked over.

...

"Maybe you can come and help me predict the future!" After checking what Jon had written on the parchment, Trelawney gave him an appreciative look: "Come on, boy, I think you are here. There is great potential in divination!"

Jon bit his scalp and stood up, looked at the tea cup, and then said nonsense: "I saw... I saw the championship trophy... Hogwarts won the Triwizard Championship!"

"If I were you, I wouldn't be so sure on this kind of issue!" Trelawney's tone was obviously disappointed: "The trophy you see may be a championship trophy, it may be a runner-up, or a third runner-up. ...They all have trophies!"

In other words, should I predict that the Warriors at Hogwarts will be at least third in the Triwizard Tournament?

This is too nonsense... Jon couldn't help but complain.

"Then let's try again, boy, what do you see?"

His gaze shifted to the teacup again, and Jon curled his lips: "I saw more than a year later, a teacher was expelled from Hogwarts!"

"Oh?" Trelawney became interested in an instant: "Who is Hagrid? Or Moody?"

"Um..." Jon thought for a while, and decided to answer truthfully: "It looks a bit like you, Professor Trelawney!"

"What?" Sybil Trelawney's face suddenly sank: "I take back what I just said, Hart... Now, I don't see the slightest prophetic talent in you..."

"Swear in the name of my great-grandmother, you can't predict a correct thing!" Professor Trelawney continued to roar out this sentence.

"Um..." Jon felt like he had completely offended the divination teacher.

Then, he suddenly had an idea: "Professor, I saw one more thing..."

"Say it!"

"I saw... I failed the final exam in the divination class!"