Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 50 Unreliable Divination

Inside the alchemy professor's office.

Hardy paced back and forth, with a trace of confusion on his usually calm face.

When did it happen?

Hardy couldn't find out the exact time, but from the fact that he went to the Three Broomsticks bar with Professor Flitwick and had a few drinks three days ago, he inferred that he lost his sense of taste, which happened in the last two days.

Standing in front of the half-length mirror in the office, Hardy stuck out his tongue at another self, brightly colored, looking very healthy, but something was wrong.

"Hmm... What's going on here?" Although it was just losing his sense of taste, which was nothing compared to the crisis he had encountered before, Hardy felt uneasy in his heart.

This is likely to be a bad omen.

Many images flashed through his mind at once, and finally stopped in an ancient forest in Albania.

There, he was attacked once, and something extremely weird shot a spell at him.

He was busy dealing with a giant at that time, and he didn't dodge it, but even under the spell, Hardy didn't notice anything wrong.

Later, Hardy guessed that the power of the sneak attacker was too weak, and he didn't exert the effect of the spell he wanted at all.

Because the other party was too weak, the spells he shot couldn't even match the level of a first-year wizard.

Taking a deep breath, no matter what the situation was, Hardy decided to go to the infirmary to ask Madam Pomfrey first.

As a senior medical and health practitioner, perhaps the other party can give me some good advice.

After tidying up briefly, Hardy walked out of the alchemy professor's office and walked directly towards the infirmary. When he passed the Gryffindor tower, he ran into Sybill Trelawney by chance.

The other party is the divination professor of Hogwarts. She is very thin, wears a pair of big glasses, and has countless chains and beads around her neck. She teaches students how to predict the future from tea leaves and crystal balls. .

As for whether the other party's divination is accurate or not, no one can guarantee it, but her usually mysterious and crazy appearance has indeed led to the fact that she has not many people close to her in school.

"Oh, Professor Ollivander." Trelawney greeted Hardy, and the next second, she screamed as if she saw something.

"Professor Trelawney?" Hardy looked at the backing opponent in confusion, frowning.

Raising her hands tremblingly, Trelawney seemed to be stroking Hardy's face in the air, "How could it be... God... This is not a good thing..."

She muttered, "It's too bad, I mean, Professor, you have a bad complexion, which can make people see bad things."

Heart beating slightly, Hardy walked towards the other party, "Professor Trelawney, what are you talking about? Is it convenient for you to do a divination for me now?"

"Divination?" Trelawney looked at Hardy with her thin eyes. "Oh, of course, if you wish, but I think it is also necessary."

Under the leadership of the other party, Hardy came to the divination classroom of the third grade. There were still more than 20 minutes before the class would start later, which was enough for them.

"Please sit down." Trelawney gave Hardy a blood-red cushion, signaling him to sit in front of a crystal ball as big as a head.

"Give me your hand, Professor." According to the other party's instructions, Hardy gently placed his hand on the crystal ball, and a cold touch followed.

To be honest, when he was a student, Hardy's grades in divination were not particularly outstanding.

The reason for this has a lot to do with his divination professor who is also nagging and unkempt.

Divination officially begins.

Professor Trelawney hung his withered hands in the air, and began to move slowly around the crystal ball.

There were words in her mouth, and the voice of whispering made people feel a little disturbed.

Mottled light began to appear on the crystal ball, flickering violently.

There seemed to be some fragmentary pictures flashing quickly inside, but unfortunately, from Hardy's perspective and understanding of divination, he didn't understand its meaning.

"Siliva Michael...Sasaptosovich..."

The whispers echoed in the classroom, and the blue light reflected the faces of the two people a little strangely.

"Oh, no," suddenly, Professor Trelawney stopped the operation of the crystal ball.

Before Hardy had time to ask, she fetched a small porcelain cup and tea leaves and began to fiddle with it in her hands, "Wait a minute, it will be soon."

"Professor Trelawney?" Hardy frowned and raised his voice slightly.

The other party was interrupted by Hardy's voice, and his whole body trembled, and then he slowly raised his head.

"Oh, Professor Ollivander, you are still here... By the way, divination, I am divination for you."

For the nagging witch in front of him, Hardy finally understood why few people in the school took the initiative to associate with her.

It is not easy to communicate smoothly.

"Have you got any results?" Hardy asked.

Professor Trelawney immediately pursed her mouth into a straight line, "Yes, of course, divination always has results, even good or bad."

She looked at Hardy with complicated eyes, "I have to tell you, professor, the result of the divination just now was very bad. Yes, I saw a lot of fragmentary pictures."

"Those pictures gave me the answer. I said why you don't look good..." Professor Trelawney kept saying, but Hardy still couldn't hear the point.

"Can you tell me the final result? Professor! I will be very grateful." Hardy said word by word, his eyes began to sharpen.

Professor Trelawney was obviously frightened, she closed her mouth immediately, and after a long time, she opened her mouth slowly, "Oh, of course, my God, the weak Imperius Curse...and...you are going to die, Professor. "

In the divination classroom, the atmosphere was heavy, and even a needle could be heard very clearly when it was quiet.

"I'm... dying?" Hardy was startled, and straightened his upper body slightly, "What does this mean?"

"It's hard to explain. It's all the result of divination. I saw it." Professor Trelawney shook her head, unwilling to reveal more.

According to her words, the divination is like this, there is no way to explain it, if it can be explained, it is not divination, and if it is forced to explain, she will be in big trouble.

Hardy: "..."

Walking out of the divination class classroom, Hardy's face was a bit ugly. To be honest, the divination experience just now was not very good.

Whether it's Professor Trelawney's nagging and chattering during the divination process, or the alarmist talk of the divination results——

To death!

Hardy rubbed the space between his brows, and expelled this unreliable divination experience from his mind.

He felt as if he had just wasted a little time.

Weak Imperius Curse?

Could it be that in the forests of Albania, the raiders were trying to cast the Imperius Curse on themselves?
Taking a deep breath of cool air, Hardy stepped on the snow in the courtyard, letting the icy snowflakes melt on his face.

……

In the medical room, Madam Pomfrey was talking with Professor Sprout in a low voice.

On a hospital bed not far from them lay two victims of the attack, Mrs Norris and Colin Creevey.

"Recently, those mandrakes have become irritable, which means that they will be fully mature in a short time." Professor Sprout said, "I will send them over as soon as possible."

Madam Pomfrey happily clasped her hands together, "That would be great, you know, whether it's Filch or Headmaster Dumbledore these days, they often ask my patients."

"I'm really sorry to interrupt your chat." Hardy walked in from the infirmary and nodded to the two ladies in front of him.

"Hello, Professor Ollivander." Professor Sprout waved at Hardy, "Come talk, I have to take care of those mandrakes."

After seeing Professor Sprout leave, Hardy came to Madam Pomfrey and briefly explained that he had lost his sense of taste.

"We have to find out where the problem is first." After listening to Hardy's description of the condition, Madam Pomfrey suggested, "There are very few edible items that can cause the loss of taste, but not all."

After learning that Hardy had been to the Three Broomsticks, Madam Pomfrey said: "Those bars are getting worse and worse now. In order to pursue a unique taste, anything can be added to the wine."

After a brief discussion, Madam Pomfrey suggested that she first prepare a potion that stimulates the recovery of the sense of taste, so as to see whether the problem on Hardy is big or small.

"It will be soon, Professor Ollivander, you can get it tonight." Madam Pomfrey promised.

(End of this chapter)