Everyday Players at Hogwarts

Chapter 417 Detective Lavender is out!

Sometimes, the layout of a room can often reveal a person's character.

And Lavender felt that this Trelawney was a very strange person.

What appeared in front of them at this moment was the strangest classroom they had ever seen.

In fact, it didn't look like a classroom at all, but more like a mixture of an attic and an old-fashioned teahouse.

There were at least twenty small round tables crowded in this classroom.

Around each table were armchairs with Indian prints and bulging small cushions.

Everything was lit by a dim scarlet light; the curtains were drawn, and many lamps were covered with crimson lampshades.

The classroom was warm and depressing, the fireplace was full, and a large copper kettle was burning on the fire, so the flames gave off a dull, greasy fragrance.

The circular walls were surrounded by shelves, which were filled with dusty feathers, candle ends, worn playing cards, countless silver crystal balls and a large pile of tea sets.

"Is she upstairs?" Lavender, who knew in advance that there was a room above the Divination classroom, looked up at the ceiling.

A voice suddenly came from the shadows, a soft and vague voice.

"Welcome," the voice said, "It's great to finally see you in the visible world."

A glowing insect!

Lavender took a few steps back in fear.

"Sit down, my child, sit down," the glowing insect continued.

Lavender rubbed her eyes and realized that it was a person.

She should be Professor Trelawney. She walked from the shadows to the place where the firelight shone, allowing Lavender to see her clearly.

She was very thin.

Her big glasses magnified her eyes several times. She was wearing a glittering shawl like a thin transparent gauze. There were countless necklaces and beads hanging on her slender neck, and bracelets and rings on her arms and hands.

She squinted her eyes slightly when she spoke, as if she had known they were here a long time ago.

Lavender felt that Professor Trelawney was not as powerful as she acted.

Perhaps it was because she was frightened just now that she observed Professor Trelawney carefully.

She noticed that there was a cup of tea on the table to her right, which was obviously freshly brewed.

The dents on the bulging cushions of the armchair also showed that someone had just sat here and had just gotten up.

In Lavender's mind, she had already imagined the skinny Professor Trelawney coming down the stairs and hiding in the shadows when she heard them coming.

This also made Lavender stand still.

However, Parvati looked very pleased. She looked at Professor Trelawney with fear and trepidation, and obediently climbed onto the armchair clumsily as instructed, sinking into the bulging cushions.

"Welcome," said Professor Trelawney, and she pulled Lavender to the armchair next to the table where Parvati sat.

Before Lavender could come to her senses, she found that Professor Trelawney's right hand had quietly picked up the cup of hot tea and returned to the place where she usually taught - a winged armchair in front of the fireplace.

"I am Professor Trelawney. You may not have seen me before. I find that too often facing the busy school life has blurred my third eye." Faced with Professor Trelawney's unusual words, Parvati was so excited that she was about to cry.

However, Lavender noticed that when she spoke, Professor Trelawney deliberately prolonged her tone, as if to give her time to observe them.

Moreover, it was very clever that they could not see the upper half of Professor Trelawney's face in the armchair. This is a clever liar!

Detective Lavender is on the move!

She clenched her fists, but still pretended to be bewitched.

This is not difficult, just learn from Parvati.

Obviously, her expression deceived Professor Trelawney.

Professor Trelawney sobered up just in time, rearranged her shawl carefully, and continued, "You are confused."

"You really know!" Parvati clapped in cooperation.

Professor Trelawney's performance and the surrounding decoration full of her hometown (India) style made Parvati very convinced.

"You, girl--" Trelawney suddenly said to Lavender, and Lavender's calm performance made her raise her eyebrows, "This confusion comes from you."

"I think so." Lavender reacted and deliberately trembled.

Parvati was so excited that she almost jumped up.

"I knew you would definitely foresee all this!"

"I knew it!"

"I must take your class next year!" Parvati looked at Professor Trelawney with admiration.

"You are still sophomores." A soft and vague voice came from Trelawney.

"Yes!" Parvati wiped her tears.

And Lavender just wanted to open her roommate's head at this time to see what was inside.

No wonder her sister got into Ravenclaw, but she didn't.

It was Parvati who said she would choose a course next year!

While Lavender was sulking, Parvati had already revealed all the information in Lavender's dream.

"Very good, it seems that you are worthy of the most difficult course in all magical arts - Divination."

"But Parvati, if you want to take my class, I must warn you from the beginning: if you don't have 'vision', then there is very little I can teach you. In this regard, books can only take you so far..." Trelawney first looked at Lavender with an extremely strange look, and then she suddenly relaxed, and then she started to pua Parvati.

This is the look of looking at the same kind!

Lavender subconsciously understood.

Professor Trelawney probably regarded her as the same liar!

In order to show her presence in front of her classmates!

And Professor Trelawney's strange words to Parvati were also to divert Parvati's attention.

Professor Trelawney suddenly relaxed, and must have mistakenly thought that she understood the reasons for her unusual actions just now!

Lavender couldn't help blushing.

The appearance she just pretended was all seen through by Professor Trelawney!

If Professor Trelawney is a liar, then he is also a very powerful liar!

"Professor, you haven't explained Lavender's dream yet."

"Should Lavender contact Ron?"

"Please, this is what Lavender cares about most!" Parvati suddenly seemed to remember something and pulled away from her admiration.

Lavender couldn't help but feel a little bit. Even when she was fooled by Professor Trelawney, Parvati could still think of her.

"I think, dear, this is a kind of warning given to you by your 'sight'."

"But because your 'sight' is not as strong as mine, what you 'see' is such strange and scattered information." Professor Trelawney looked at Lavender.