Hogwarts: Harley from The Witch Way

What are you looking at? Hermione had already finished her meal.

It's nothing, let's admire my beautiful face, and wipe the stains on the mirror by the way. Saying this, Harry stroked his hair, and turned his face to the mirror.

Hermione sized Harry up, a blush suddenly flashed across her face, and she hurriedly stood up:

I know you are beautiful, so don't be smug, just go!

Let's go to the library to read first, and then go to class at half past eight.

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The divination classroom is at the top of the north tower, and it takes at least eight minutes to drive there from the library.

After the two left the library, they chose to take a shortcut and came to a small platform all the way.

All the third-year Gryffindor and Hufflepuff students who had taken this course were waiting here.

There were a lot of people, and almost all the students took this course. After all, Professor Trelawney's reputation was very good among the students.

Who doesn't like a course that is easy to pass and easy to get high marks in?

The door of the classroom is located on the ceiling, and it has not been opened yet, so everyone can only stand here stupidly.

Sybill Trelawney, Professor of Divination.

Hermione read the writing on the copper plate next to the circular trapdoor, then frowned and thought hard,

Trelawney... I remember that there was a prophet in the history of magic, whose name was Cassandra Trelawney.

Is this Professor Sybill Trelawney related to her?

Maybe, there are still relatively few people with the surname Trelawney in the wizarding world. Harry replied casually.

When the surrounding students heard this conversation, their originally laughing faces suddenly became serious, and they had unprecedented expectations and awe for this divination professor whom they had never met before.

Although the seniors said it was a water class, the teacher's ancestor was a prophet!

As a descendant of a prophet who can leave his name in the history of magic, the professor must not be an ordinary person, right?

As expected of Hogwarts, even such a big man can be invited to be a professor!

At this time, the trap door was suddenly opened, and a silver ladder was lowered and fell into the open space among the crowd.

Parvati and Lavender wanted to climb up immediately, but were grabbed by Hermione.

She glanced at the long skirts on the two of them, turned her head and said to the boys, You guys go up first!

The girls were taken aback for a moment, and then they all reacted.

Ladies shouldn't come first... Before Ernie finished speaking, Justin covered his mouth and dragged him up the stairs.

The students came to a small crowded classroom.

The classroom is not big, it looks more like a mixture of an attic and an old-fashioned teahouse, and there are at least twenty small round tables crowded inside.

There are calico armchairs and bulging futons around the round table, but it seems that the workmanship of these objects is not very delicate, and it seems to be a few years old.

The room was very dark, all the curtains were tightly drawn, and the lamp was also covered with a large crimson scarf, so that everything in the room was illuminated by a hazy red light, full of a deep feeling.

It was not yet cold, but a fire was burning under the well-placed mantelpiece, making the room very stuffy.

On the round wall at the end of the classroom, there is a row of tattered shelves.

On the shelf are half-used candles, dusty feathers, scattered playing cards, crystal balls full of impurities, and a large pile of seemingly ancient teacups.

It's really like a third-rate circus performer, placing so many unspiritual and worn-out items to fill the scene.

I hope I'm a master at pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, otherwise I'll be wasting time again.

Harry muttered to himself, and sat down at a table at random.

Hermione followed, followed by Hannah and Susan.

After all, when learning a new course, it is better to follow the two big guys to enjoy the cool.

It's time for class, but the professor still hasn't shown up.

Just as the little wizards probed their brains, looking for the professor, a soft and indistinct voice suddenly sounded:

Welcome, it's great to finally see you all in the physical world.

A figure sat up from the shadows in the fireplace.

The figure resembled a gigantic, glittering insect.

Professor Trelawney wore large glasses and wore a thin, transparent cape with many glittering sequins.

Around her neck were innumerable beads and chains, and on her arms and hands were many bracelets and rings.

Harry inexplicably thought of Ms. Maxim, her appearance with an opal ring was inexplicably similar to the scene in front of her.

However, any magic opal ring in Ms. Maxim's hand is probably worth more than Professor Trilawney's ornament weighing ten catties.

After all, those bracelets and rings looked like they were painted with gold powder, but in fact they had no spirituality at all, probably imitations.

Sit down, my children, sit down. Professor Trelawney said to those students who were still standing,

Welcome to the divination class. I am Professor Sybill Trelawney, the great-great-granddaughter of the famous seer and the world's top fortune-teller Cassandra Trelawney.

You probably haven't seen me in the physical world before.

This is because I rarely appear in front of ordinary people. The material world is too complicated and noisy, which will affect my third eye and make it blurred.

Since you have taken the divination class, I must tell you that this is the most profound knowledge of all magic, and it is the art of prying into the future and destiny.

If you don't have talent, don't have a natural 'sight', then I can't do anything.

In this field, books can teach you very little knowledge...

Professor Trelawney continued to introduce the divination lesson in her limp, hazy voice, but it sounded like she was bragging about herself.

At the same time, she also randomly selected a few lucky students, such as Neville, to ask some questions in vague words, and casually expressed her opinion on the matter.

Of course, what she said was also very vague.

And Harry could feel that when Professor Trelawney said all this, there seemed to be no magic in him.

So she was probably talking nonsense?

Harry couldn't help rubbing the center of his brows, his anticipation for this class dropped sharply.

However, the students seemed to like it very much, and were taken aback by Professor Trelawney's words.

When Neville said that his grandma was in good health, but got a negative answer from Professor Trelawney, he seemed to faint.

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(ps. The author has not done statistics, but I read an interesting statistic in the book friend group of a certain big guy, and all Trelawney’s predictions have come true in a sense.)