[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

The next morning, when Tom walked sleepily into the Great Hall, Hermione, Ron and Harry had already arrived.

He was tossing around very late at night, because Anima partly coincided with what he guessed - Anima also believed that his Legilimency had not completely failed, based on the unknown transparent object - that his Lemania spell had not succeeded. He plundered the Dementor's memory, but he did hit the Dementor and forcibly removed something from it, most likely a pure soul polymer fragment.

This would explain why the others can't see - Tom is the victor, and Crow can see spirits. And after taking that thing, it not only made up for his lost soul energy, but also benefited him.

Last night, Anima heard him describe his reaction after eating, and kept urging him to try to sneak attack a dementor at night, but Tom didn't agree.

One because it was too risky, the other because he was once again suspicious of his crow. Because it says...

"This is the first time I've seen someone use Legilimency on a dementor."

When else had it seen someone else cast the Dementioning Curse?

But maybe it was just the knowledge it saw from Ravenclaw's diadem... He really didn't want to doubt his crow, so he tossed and turned in bed at night thinking about it, unable to sleep.

Maybe he was too worried? Which wizard is so brave that he is willing to turn into a crow to plot against him? What good plans does he have? What's more, Jiu Jiu is lazy and gluttonous. He doesn't hesitate to eat raw meat and insects. How can he look like a wizard? Maybe it got a chance and turned into a human...

He pondered this for most of the night, and finally decided that it wouldn't work, so he simply tried the time turner again and set the time back for an hour to catch up on his sleep.

But an hour was too short. It seemed that the alarm clock rang just as he closed his eyes, and he had to get up sleepily to have breakfast.

At the dining table, Hermione was eating fried tomatoes and looking at her new class schedule.

"There are several new classes today!" she said happily.

Ron leaned over to look at her class schedule, frowned and said, "They have scheduled ten classes for you in one day. What are you doing? Look, this morning, at nine o'clock, Divination, at nine o'clock, Muggle Studies, It’s still nine o’clock, arithmetic.”

He sat back and bumped Tom's shoulder again, asking, "Where's your class schedule?"

Tom just drank his soup and replied without raising his head: "Same."

Harry was also confused and asked, "How is it possible for you to take three classes at the same time?"

"The schedule is a bit full." Hermione said vaguely, "Okay, you haven't eaten yet, okay? We have to go to class."

The divination classroom is on the top of the north tower. You first climb eight flights of stairs, then walk through the corridor under the guidance of a portrait of Sir Cadogan, and finally climb a narrow spiral staircase and ascend to a small Platform, there is a circular trap door on the ceiling of the platform, and a bronze plate hangs on the door, which reads:

"Sibyl Trelawney, divination teacher."

"I'm already starting to regret taking this course," Ron said breathlessly.

Before he finished speaking, the trap door suddenly opened, and a silver [ladder] was quietly lowered. They climbed in one after another.

It was a very weird classroom, probably second only to Firenze's Glade in weirdness. It's more a cross between a loft and an old-fashioned teahouse than a classroom. At least twenty round small tables are crowded together, and each table is surrounded by Indian-style printed armchairs and bulging small cushions. They have probably not been cleaned for a long time, even in the dim scarlet light of the room. Even under the sunlight, it looked gray and dirty. The curtains were drawn tightly, the fireplace was full, and a large copper stove was burning on the fire. I don't know if it was a problem with the cooking liquid or the firewood. In short, the fireplace exuded a dull and greasy feeling. The fragrance. The circular walls were lined with shelves filled with dusty feather ornaments, candle stubs, worn playing cards, crystal balls and a host of tea sets.

"I'm starting to regret choosing this course." Tom looked at the dirty cushions, picked a table and chair that looked a little cleaner, took out his wand and waved, "Clean it up!"

"Welcome," a soft and vague voice suddenly came from the shadows, "It's great to finally see you in the tangible world."

Tom and his friends sat down on the cleared chairs and watched Professor Trelawney step out from the depths of the shadows. She is very thin, wearing a pair of huge glasses, a thin transparent gauze-like shawl, many necklaces and pillars hanging on her slender neck, and a dazzling array of armbands and bracelets on her arms. The rings are also covered with rings on the fingers. If you don’t look at the face, it looks like a human-shaped jewelry display stand.

"Sit down, my child, sit down." She glanced at Tom, "I noticed that some children have ignorantly driven away spiritual worms..." She sighed, "You will find out later. , this will put a greater burden on your already shallow field of vision."

If the so-called spiritual worm wants to live in a sloppy place, then maybe I cannot have a vision of the future. Tom thought disapprovingly.

"Welcome to the divination class." Professor Trelawney sat in front of the fireplace. "I am Professor Trelawney. You may not have met me before. I find that being exposed to the bustling and busy school life too often makes my The third eye is blurred."

Tom sniffed, suspecting he smelled a bit of alcohol.

"You have chosen the divination course, which is the most difficult course in the magical arts. I must warn you from the beginning: if you do not have vision, then there is very little I can teach you. In this regard, books are also useless. I can’t take you very far.”

Hermione was clearly stunned.

"There are a lot of witches and wizards, and although they are very talented at making loud banging noises, scents, and sudden invisibility—"

Tom was trying not to laugh. He didn't mean to hurt the professor, but this was really the first time he heard someone regard making loud sounds and smells as a criterion for genius.

"——But they can't see through the fog and see through the future." Professor Trelawney finished her opening remarks and then greeted Neville's grandmother, which scared Neville so much that he almost fell off his chair.

"This year we are learning various basic methods of divination, with the first term being spent on reading tea leaves and the second term on palmistry. In the summer term we will be learning to read into a crystal ball - if we have already completed Fire Omens. In February, a bad flu will force classes to close and I will lose my voice. Around Easter, one of us will be gone forever."

A tense silence fell in the classroom.

"Now, I want you to work in pairs and get a tea cup from the shelf. Come to me and I will pour tea into the cup. Then sit down and drink the tea until only the tea leaves are left. Swirl the tea leaves three times with your left hand. , then turn the teacup over, place it on the cup holder, and wait until the last bit of tea has drained out, then push your teacup to your companion for interpretation.”

"You can use the fifth and sixth pages of the book "Looking Through the Fog to See the Future" to interpret the shape of the tea leaves. My dear -" she pulled Neville and said, "before you break the first After the teacup, can you choose one of the blue teacups? Now go pick a pink teacup."

As soon as Neville reached the place where the tea cups were placed, there was the sound of breaking porcelain.

"That's right, my dear," said Professor Trelawney in her disembodied voice. "Now bring me a blue teacup."

The students in the classroom looked at her in awe.

"Is this a coincidence?" Ron muttered quietly.

Tom couldn't answer him.

He pushed the tea leaves to Hermione as Professor Trelawney asked, but Hermione rested her cup and had not yet drank.

"I don't see anything." Hermione flipped through the book, "I think this is just a ball of tea leaves. If you ask me, maybe it looks a bit like a flying bird?" She looked at the teacup, "What does this mean?" She sneered. , "Does it mean you want to tweet?"

"I thought there was nothing I could learn from divination," Hermione threw the book away tiredly, "but it turns out it's all superstitious."

"If you want to put it that way, I also said it was a gold galleon with wings." Tom didn't believe that he could see anything from the tea leaves. "Does it mean I'm going to get rich? A windfall coming from flying?"

Ron burst out laughing next to him: "Maybe, man." He touched his wand cover and said, "Your wand accessories are selling quite well."

Professor Trelawney had looked over unhappy.

"Let me take a look." She walked over, took a look into the tea cup, and then took a dramatic breath. "This is the cloud of death..." she whispered with wide eyes.

"Oh." Tom shrugged. "All men die."

Professor Trelawney glared at him.

"Professor, would you like to take a look at mine?" Harry quickly stood up and said, "I can't tell what my tea leaves are."

Professor Trelawney came down the steps.

"Falcon..." she said, holding up Harry's teacup, "honey, you have a mortal enemy."

"But everyone knows that," Hermione muttered loudly. "Harry and You-Know-Who." 7K妏婩

Professor Trelawney pretended not to hear and continued to turn Harry's teacup.

"The stick... an attack. This is not a lucky cup, my dear. The skull... the future is in danger..."

"What a variety of shapes," Hermione said sarcastically.

Professor Trelawney took another dramatic breath, fell into an empty armchair, and moaned weakly: "Ah... my dear - my poor child! No, not as good as It's better not to say it! Don't, don't force me..."

"Do you need a life-saving pill, Professor?" Tom had to ask.

"My dear," Professor Trelawney suddenly opened her eyes, selectively ignoring Hermione and Tom who were ruining the atmosphere, and looked at Harry and said, "You are in trouble!"

There was a sound of inhaling one after another in the classroom - Tom almost laughed, and he thought they were measuring lung capacity.

Harry didn't understand and asked, "What do I have?"

"It's ominous!" Professor Trelawney became obviously angry - it was not easy to meet so many unfavorable children in the first class. "My dear, it's ominous! That ghost wandering in the cemetery Like a big black dog! This is a bad omen—the worst omen—a harbinger of death!”

"Yes, the devil-like huge black dog wanders in the vast and gloomy wilderness late at night. It glows with light and has a ferocious face. It occasionally makes terrifying roars and brings death to every lone traveler——" Tom asked, "Professor, have you seen The Hound of the Baskervilles?"

Several Muggle-born students burst out laughing.

"Don't mind what I say, my child, but there are some people," she said unhappily, "who have a very poor tolerance for future resonance."

"I think this is the end of today's class." Professor Trelawney sat back in her seat and said in her vaguest voice, "Pack your things..."

"Let's go." Hermione stood up first and urged them to pack their things quickly. "The next period is Transfiguration."