Hogwarts School of the Dark Arts

"Kid, is your grandma okay?...Is she okay? If I were you I wouldn't answer so affirmatively."

"Oh, my dear, you must beware of red-haired men!"

"Don't worry, that thing you're worried about will happen on Friday, October [-]th."

……

While introducing the future course schedule, Professor Trelawney would make predictions about a random classmate from time to time, which would make the person involved nervous every time.

Most importantly, none of Professor Trelawney's divination results were good.

"Is divination and fortune-telling the same as predicting bad intentions and good luck? How come Professor Trelawney can figure out bras by anyone?"

Speechless, he went to get the tea cup according to Professor Trelawney's arrangement, and then went to receive the tea in front of Professor Trelawney.

I don’t know where Professor Trelawney bought the tea leaves. There must be at least two taels of tea leaves in a pound of tea.

"Now, drink up your tea, then shake the teacup three times with your left hand, then tip the teacup upside down on the table to let the remaining tea flow out."

"Afterwards, give your tea cups to your partners and let them interpret it. You can turn to page [-] of the book "Looking Through the Fog to See the Future", which will help you interpret it."

Following Professor Trelawney's explanation, all the students began to act according to the instructions, drinking the hot tea, shaking it, drying it, and then handing it to their partners.

Harry was in a group with Ron, and Xavier was in a group with Hermione opposite.

After exchanging tea cups, the two frowned at the same time.

"Do you see anything?" Hermione asked.

"Not at all, what about you?"

"Me neither." Hermione shook her head: "I think divination is not magic at all, otherwise how could you not know it?"

Xavier was about to say something when suddenly, Professor Trelawney grabbed Hermione's hand, which frightened Hermione.

"Dear, I said you don't mind. I find that the halo around your head is very small, and your ability to accept future resonance is very poor. It's so pitiful, dear child, you don't have the qualifications to see through the fog and see the future. .”

Hearing Professor Trelawney's words, Hermione, who was always known for her excellent grades, suddenly turned dark.

But before Hermione could get angry, Professor Trelawney suddenly turned around and held Xavier's face.

"You are even more pitiful, tut tut tut... My dear child, there is no halo above your head. You are destined to miss the greatest magic of divination."

Professor Trelawney looked at Xavier distressedly and kept making tut-tsk sounds from her mouth.

Xavier blinked: "Professor, just because you can't see it doesn't mean that I really can't see it. Haven't you considered that maybe you can't see it because of your limited level?"

"That's right, Xavier and I are among the top three in our grade!" Hermione immediately agreed.

"Child, this has nothing to do with grades. No matter how good you are in other courses, if you don't have a field of vision when it comes to divination...it's so pitiful..."

Whoa!

Unable to bear it, Hermione knocked the teacup on the table to the ground and turned away.

Xavier looked at the broken cup on the ground and wanted to say that that was my teacup!

"Did I say something wrong?"

Professor Trelawney asked with a confused look on her face.

"No." Xavier shook his head: "You are right. I don't have a field of vision, so don't waste time here."

After saying that, Xavier stood up, picked up his textbook and left.

Harry and Ron looked at each other, seemingly asking each other if they wanted to leave too.

On the other side, after leaving the classroom, Xavier saw Hermione circling back and forth at the door of the classroom. She was obviously relieved when she saw Xavier also coming out.

"Why don't we go to Professor McGonagall to adjust the course? We can't be ridiculed by her for the next year." Hermione lowered her head and whispered.

"Good idea, but will Professor McGonagall agree?"

"At least give it a try, if it doesn't work..." Hermione raised her head and looked at Xavier: "Anyway, I will never come to this classroom again!"

Xavier nodded: "Me too... But Professor McGonagall should be in class right now. Do you want to go to the kitchen to get something to eat?"

"Well... forget it, I'm afraid of gaining weight." Hermione hesitated for a moment and then shook her head: "And I also have to preview the content of tomorrow's Charms class."

Nodding, Xavier and Hermione left together, only going their separate ways when they reached the kitchen.

The house elf was as enthusiastic as ever and agreed to Xavier's demands.

Xavier didn't embarrass them, nor did he embarrass his own taste buds. He just asked them to make him a large plate of cookies.

The freshly baked cookies were steaming hot, and the aroma was very appetizing. Xavier ate a full plate by himself.

After Xavier finished eating, it happened to be noon, so Xavier took a casual walk to digest the food in his stomach and then went to the auditorium to catch up with the next performance.

Eating is not active, thinking has problems.

However, classmate Ron, who used to be the most active in eating, was not immersed in his food at the moment, but was communicating with Harry worriedly.

"Are you sure you've never seen a big black dog before?" Ron asked, picking at the food on his plate with his fork.

"I'm sure I've never seen it before. I've been staying at Xavier's house this holiday. Xavier and Hermione can testify that I've never been out alone." Harry said, "It must have been Professor Trelawney. wrong."

"No, not necessarily."

Ron shook his head, seemingly convinced of Professor Trelawney.

"You don't know, black dogs can really bring misfortune. One of my uncles once saw a black dog, and he died within 24 hours." Ron said with confidence, his expression mixed with A little scared.

"real or fake?"

Xavier asked, sitting next to Ron.

"I guarantee with my life that what I say is true!"

Xavier nodded, took out his wand and pointed at the sausage on Ron's plate. The sausage instantly turned into a pure black dog about thirty centimeters long.

"Now that you see the black dog, tell me, what do you want us to eat at your funeral?" Xavier put his chin in one hand and looked at Ron playfully and asked.

Ron was startled at first, and then glared at Xavier in anger.

"Xavier! This is different! You used transfiguration. What I'm talking about is..."

"How about I go out and catch you a real living black dog?" Xavier tilted his head: "Or a white dog? A green dog? A yellow dog?"

"You can specify any color and I'll get it for you."