The transfer student at Hogwarts just wants to fall in love [continued]

Following the professor's instructions, they drained the tea and exchanged cups.

Hermione studied the ink-white bottom of the cup.

"Um, the shape under your cup looks like a broom... Let me see..." She flipped through the divination book in her right hand for comparison. "The book says that the broom symbolizes new plans and directions."

Mo Bai shrugged, "This kind of thing is deceptive. This kind of explanation can be applied to anyone. Who doesn't have new plans and directions? Let alone our students at school."

Hermione nodded with deep understanding, "It would be more reliable to assume that you can ride a broomstick and participate in Quidditch."

As soon as the little girl finished speaking, she burst into laughter.

Both of them knew that Mo Bai disliked the flying method of broomsticks, and even more so the sport of Quidditch.

Mo Bai also smiled and poked his head over, "Let me take a look, isn't there a heart shape? Why don't you analyze it?"

The little girl flipped through the book and her face turned red. She quickly closed the book and pushed Mo Bai's approaching face with her little hand.

"Hey, you haven't said what's in my teacup yet."

"Good~"

Mo Bai picked up the book, but Hermione snatched it away.

"No reading allowed!"

He blinked, "How can I interpret it if I don't read the book?"

"Hey, anyway, you are not allowed to look!"

Seeing Hermione glaring at him fiercely, Mo Bai raised his hands as if surrendering. Seeing the little girl snort, he lowered his head and looked at the tea stains in the tea cup.

When his eyes fell on the round tea stain, the power of prophecy in his mind suddenly twitched, and a trace of magic flowed to his eyes.

Mo Bai felt dazed for a moment, and the round tea stain in front of his eyes suddenly took on a concrete shape.

That's the dial of a clock?

If you look carefully, you can see that there are fuzzy hands on the dial, turning counterclockwise.

Mo Bai was surprised and then happy.

I thought there would be no harvest, but I didn't expect that the power of prophecy was actually triggered at this time.

It seems that this divination ritual is a means to trigger the power of prophecy.

The previous power of prophecy was like bullets without a pistol to Mo Bai. Occasionally throwing a bullet with great force could have miraculous effects, but this situation was accidental and uncontrollable.

Now I finally have a small pistol.

A clock and backwards hands...

Mo Bai looked at Hermione in surprise, "The tea cup shows that you will be in reverse time..."

Hermione opened her mouth and her eyes widened.

"No..." Mo Bai glanced at the bottom of the tea cup again.

In the eyes of others, it is just a round tea stain. Those with a bit of prophetic talent may see a button, a round table or a clock.

But in Mo Bai's eyes, this was a clear dial with the hands still moving.

However, the pointer that was moving counterclockwise just now has now turned clockwise again.

Under the influence of the power of prophecy, the black eyes changed. The black pupils turned into pure white, as if they could see things that ordinary people could not see, making them appear mysterious and strange.

“It’s not time that’s going backwards, but it’s time that’s constantly going forward and going backwards.”

He looked at the stunned Hermione, "So this is Professor McGonagall's solution to your problem? Go back in time."

"Didn't you say that this thing is just for fooling people, but it actually works?"

Hermione looked at the tea cup in shock. The two of them were joking about the course just now, and then you hit the mark with a grimace?

Mo Bai shook his head, "It's different, I have the power of prophecy myself. If the previous ability to prophesy was compared to the magic riot of a little wizard, then now the teacup and tea stains are the magic spell and the magic wand. With the 'magic medium' ’, I can naturally make predictions.”

Hermione nodded blankly.

"So there is still something in the divination class?"

Mo Bai shook his head.

"The power of prophecy in me was given to me by the old man's 'self-abolishing martial arts'. It is a kind of 'talent'."

"I think prophecy, like wizards, depends on talent. Asking ordinary wizards to learn divination is like asking ordinary people to go to Hogwarts. No matter how hard they work, they can't become wizards."

He shrugged, "That's why I feel like this professor is trying to trick her. Even if she is a true prophet, she should know better."

Hermione looked at the professor who was "wandering" in the classroom to scare the little wizards, "Is this Lockhart again? Then why does Dumbledore still allow this course to exist? Professor Trelawney has been at Hogwarts for a long time. "

"Excluding Old Dengtou's senile dementia, that is another possibility," Mo Bai said with a clear smile, "Professor Trelawney has real information, and Old Dengtou deliberately put her Stay in school.”

"Why keep her?"

"Who knows, she might be asked to make a prediction. After all, Old Deng was once very close to a great prophet, and he also knows the influence of the prophet..."

"Very close?"

Hermione's little ears stood up, girls are always very sensitive to this kind of gossip.

"It's not important. In fact, I prefer another possibility. Old Deng is trying to protect her. Do you remember the prophecy about Harry he told you last year?"

"You mean, it was Professor Trelawney who made the prophecy?"

"This is the only way to explain why there is a useless course like divination in Hogwarts, just to allow Trelawney to stay in Hogwarts and not be attacked by Death Eaters..."

Mo Bai leaned on the back of the chair and supported his face with one hand, "It can't really be because Old Dengtou has Alzheimer's disease, right?"

"That's true."

Hermione nodded, and in the middle of the nod, she reacted and patted Mo Bai, "Call Professor Dumbledore."

"Speaking of which," Mo Bai, who was patted, seemed to suddenly remember something, "Were you changing the subject just now? I asked you about Professor McGonagall and you suddenly asked me about divination?"

Hermione chuckled, "You didn't want me to tell you! You can ask yourself."

"Anyway, the next class is Transfiguration."

Suddenly a scream sounded. The two looked at each other playfully and turned around to find Professor Trelawney sitting on a chair, covering her chest with her hands and closing her eyes slightly. The scream was coming from her.

She was sitting opposite Harry and Ron, and the little wizards around her all poked their heads over, and some peeked into the teacups on the table.

"My dear child...my poor dear child...no...it's better not to say it...don't ask me..."

Trelawney looked confused, and a young wizard immediately spoke, "What is it? Professor?"

The professor who had been murmuring "Don't ask me" with fear on his face just now heard someone asking her, and the next second he sat up in shock while dying of illness, staring at the startled Ha with his eyes that were already huge through the glasses. Lee, "You have 'unknown'."

Harry looked shocked, "What?"

"Unknown! My dear! Unknown!"

Professor Trelawney shouted, "That big dog with the ghastly ears that haunts the churchyard! My dear child, he is an omen...the most sinister omen...the omen of death!"

Harry's expression changed. He remembered that after escaping from home, he did meet a big black dog on the street. He was startled by him and accidentally hit him. Then he summoned the wizard bus and arrived at Mobai's house.

Mo Bai also raised his eyebrows. He didn't know whether Trelawney meant it or not. A big black dog appeared when Harry came to the house and when he left.

What does this big black dog represent? Does it really represent death, as Professor Trelawney said?

Mo Bai touched his chin.

The recent questions are all related to animals, Harry's big black dog, Ron's Scabbers...

He felt that he was missing a piece of information now, information that could tie it all together.

Mo Bai didn't expect that this message would come so quickly and easily.

That was the next class, Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class.

She stood on the podium seriously, "In this class, we will talk about the advanced transformation spell. This spell is rarely practiced by wizards. So far, there are only 7 people registered in the Ministry of Magic."

"Wizards who have mastered this spell are collectively called 'Animagus'."

As soon as he finished speaking, Professor McGonagall quickly shrank in size with a pop, and turned into a spotted cat amidst the little wizard's exclamations.

Mo Bai's eyes lit up immediately.