Retirement from Hogwarts

In the end, Jack stopped Harry from rolling up his sleeves and preparing to go and have a fight with Sir Cadogan.When they climbed the last few stairs in front of the divination classroom to a small platform, they found that most of the people in this class were already waiting here.There was no door on the landing. The four of them followed the gaze of the other students and looked toward the ceiling. There was a circular trap door with a bronze plate on the door.

"Sybill Trelawney, Divination teacher," Harry read. "How can we get up there?"

As if in answer to his question, the trap door suddenly opened and a silver ladder was placed at Harry's feet.Seeing this sudden appearance, everyone on the platform became quiet.After an audible silence, it was finally Harry who summoned the courage to climb up the ladder.

"It's mysterious." Hermione muttered dissatisfiedly as she looked at the pretentious magic staircase in front of her.It was obvious that Trelawney was not interested in this arrogance that had nothing to do with the major she taught.

When Jack and Hermione followed everyone up the ladder, they came to the weirdest classroom they had ever seen.In fact, in his opinion, this was not a classroom at all, but more like a mixture of an attic and an old-fashioned teahouse. Dozens of small round tables were squeezed into this classroom that had released the traceless stretching spell.Around each table were Indian calico armchairs and bulging little cushions.Everything was lit by a dull scarlet light floating in the air; the curtains were drawn, and many of the lamps had crimson shades.The classroom was depressingly warm, and the retro fireplace was filled with charcoal. A large copper kettle was burning on the fire, and the fireplace gave off a dull, cloying aroma.The circular walls were lined with shelves filled with dusty feather ornaments, candle holders, worn playing cards, countless silver crystal balls and a host of tea sets.

When Hermione, who was standing at the back of the class, was held by Jack's hand and easily climbed up to the attic, the trap door behind everyone closed with a creak.Everyone in the attic couldn't help but look at each other as they looked at the sealed passage. At this time, many people began to wonder if they had gone to the wrong classroom and came to some classroom left by the previous professors or principals specifically to treat people.

"Where is she? Is there any danger here?" Just when everyone fell into silence, a question raised by someone unknown made everyone alert.

"Welcome," just when everyone was on alert, a voice suddenly came from the shadows, a soft and fuzzy voice. "It's great to finally see you in the physical world."

The first impression Professor Trelawney gave everyone was that of a large glowing insect.When she walked into the place illuminated by the fire, they saw that she was very thin; a large pair of glasses that had been eliminated for 1 years magnified her eyes several times, and she was wearing a thin transparent gauze-like sparkling shawl. There are countless necklaces and beads hanging on the slender neck, and bracelets and rings are worn on both arms and hands.

"Sit, my children, sit." She said to them nervously. They all looked at each other and then helplessly climbed onto the armchair or sunk into the bulging cushions.The four of them sat at the same round table.

"Welcome to the Divination class," Professor Trelawney said after they were all done and she sat down in front of the fireplace with a

Sitting on the armchair in the wing, "I am Professor Trelawney, you may not have met me before. I find that being exposed to the bustling and busy school life too frequently makes my days blurry."

"What is the third eye?" Harry asked Jack in a lowered voice while Professor Trelawney was not paying attention.

"Whether they are really capable or liars, most diviners will say that they have certain special abilities before deceiving people." Jack shrugged slightly at Harry and explained in a low voice. "Just like an astrologer who pretends not to be surprised at your arrival before tricking you, and then tells you the information he has already researched about you, telling you that the stars have foreseen your arrival, etc."

While the two of them were muttering quietly, Professor Trelawney carefully rearranged her shawl and continued: "You have chosen the divination class, which is the most difficult class among all magical arts. I must start first Just warning you: if you don't have 'sight', then there is very little I can teach you, and books can only take you so far in this regard."

"The hardest? Why did my grandma tell me that the most difficult course at Hogwarts is Ancient Runes." Neville couldn't help but muttered after hearing Trelawney's words.Then he realized amidst the low roars of laughter that he seemed to be speaking a little too loudly.

"Many witches and wizards, even though they are very talented at making violent noises, smells and sudden invisibility, cannot see through the fog and see into the future." Professor Trelawney ignored Neville's words and continued. , her huge glowing eyes turned from face to face.

"This kind of gifted talent is only possessed by a few people. You, boy," she suddenly said to Neville, just as Neville quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Neville almost fell off his seat, "How is your grandma?"

"I think it's good." Neville said tremblingly. Obviously, although he had experienced many adventures in the past two years, the pressure of facing the teacher was still a bit too much for him.

"I wouldn't be so sure if I were you, dear," Professor Trelawney said threateningly, the firelight flickering on her long emerald earrings.Neville was breathless.

"Tsk, tsk, hinting at magic. What a little trick." Feeling the obscure magic fluctuations emanating from Professor Trelawney's emerald earrings, Jack curled his lips in disdain.Then she casually dispersed the mental magic that was entangled from her second ring towards Neville.

In the armchair by the fireplace, Professor Trelawney continued calmly as if she didn't notice Jack's little movement: "This year we are learning various basic divination methods. The first semester was spent on interpreting tea leaves. Next semester we should learn Palmistry. By the way, my dear," she said suddenly to Parvati, "beware of red-haired men."

"She was right this time." After hearing what Jack and Trelawney said, he began to distrust her even more.Obviously last year's loser Lockhart had no influence on her at 01:30. He fully inspired Hermione's fighting and doubting spirit to fight the rubbish teacher to the end. "All the girls in Hogwarts know that Ron, that playboy who cheats money and sex, has recently set his sights on Parvati. She doesn't need to be careful about the red-haired guy."