[HP] The Elegance of the Night

Entering the auditorium the next morning, the first thing Igil saw was the Gryffindor foursome, and Draco walked beside him with the timetable he got from the prefect, complaining about why there were so many classes this semester Go with Gryffindor.And Ron Weasley, who was walking towards him, was complaining about the same problem to his companions.

Due to elective courses, the courses of divination and protection of magical creatures are combined by the four colleges. This is normal in order to save teachers.But Slytherin's Defense Against the Dark Arts this semester has also become a Gryffindor, which is annoying.

"Maybe it's Dumbledore finding a new way to foster friendship between houses," Pansy guessed wildly, fanning her little lace fan bordered in gold thread, "maybe in two years we'll be with Hufflepuff A compulsory course, how harmonious it is."

"Pansy, your idea is very innovative. Maybe you can consider staying here to find a job after graduation. Come to think of it, you can also physically punish students."

"Punish students? Master Malfoy, do you want me to take the class of the administrator, Mr. Filch?" Pansy laughed horribly, "Then your children should be careful."

The little snakes chatted all the way to the Slytherin table. They sat in their seats and enjoyed a delicious breakfast.Not far away, the lion cubs are always noisy during meals, which is in sharp contrast with this side.

After breakfast, Igil flipped through the "Daily Prophet" just delivered by the owl. There was no report on what happened in the train yesterday. The newspaper was surprisingly calm.

"The first class of the new semester is elective courses, four colleges—" Draco sighed, and the thin schedule was almost stared out by him.

"We need to hurry up, Draco. The divination classroom is on the top of the north tower, and it will take at least 10 minutes to walk." Igil quickened his pace, and Draco quickly put away the schedule to keep up with him.

They climbed to the landing on the eighth floor and met the lost Gryffindor foursome. The little lions huddled together in front of a picture hanging on the stone wall, trying to make a squat man in a armored stomach appear in the picture. The knight helped guide the way.

"Seek!" the knight shouted in the portrait: "Come, follow me, dear friends, we will find our goal, or we will die bravely in the charge!"

The knight was crazy, and the little lions seemed to be more willing to trust their classmates who were in class together. The Gryffindor four brazenly followed the little snakes all the way and successfully found the top of the north tower, which made Draco who was walking in front of them very unhappy.

The students found the divination classroom on the top of the building before the class started. In fact, this is not a classroom at all, but more like a mixture of an attic and an old-fashioned teahouse.At least twenty small round tables crammed into the room, each surrounded by Indian calico armchairs and bulging cushions.The curtains were all drawn, many of the lamps had crimson shades, and the classroom was depressingly warm.

"Welcome," came a voice suddenly from the shadows, a soft, muffled voice. "It's good to see you in the physical world at last. I'm Professor Trelawney, and you may not have met me before. I Finding that facing the hustle and bustle of school life too often clouded my celestial vision."

Professor Trelawney walked into the place illuminated by the fire. She was very thin, her eyes were magnified several times by large glasses, and she was covered with decorations, like a big glowing insect. "Sit, my boy, and welcome to Divination. You, boy," she said suddenly to Neville, who nearly fell off his cushion, "how is your grandma?"

"I suppose so," Neville trembled.

"If I were you, I'm not so sure, my dear." Professor Trelawney turned his head to Parvati Patil again: "Beware of red-haired men." Glancing fearfully at Ron, who was sitting right behind her, Parvati moved her chair a little further away from Ron.

"Be careful with your closest people." Professor Trelawney bowed her waist and said mysteriously in front of Igil. Her voice was not soft. The little wizards looked at Draco, and the platinum boy snorted and raised his chin .

"Now, I want you all to divide into two groups..." The little wizards followed Professor Trelawney's instructions, and each of them got a teacup from the shelf, and they drank the hot tea. When there is only tea left in the cup.Shake the tea leaves three times with your left hand, then turn the cup over, put it on the cup holder, and give the cup to your partner for interpretation.

Yigil turned to the fifth and sixth pages of "Picking Through the Fog to See the Unopened", and used the above content to interpret the shape of the tea leaves for Draco. "It's shaped like a tree, things are getting better, um... like a broom, Draco, it's a good sign, you're sure to win this Quidditch match."

"Let me take a look at your cup, Harry." Professor Trelawney instructed in groups.

Igil turned the teacup to the other side, and at this moment there was a sound of broken china. Neville smashed the cup, and Professor Trelawney sat in an empty armchair all at once.

Her shining hands caressed her heart, and her eyes were closed.Everyone stood up and slowly gathered around Harry and Ron's table, trying to see what Professor Trelawney had seen in Harry Potter's cup.

"'Ominous', my dear, 'ominous'!" cried Professor Trelawney, "that big ghostly dog ​​that roams the graveyard! My dear child, it is a bad omen—the worst of bad omens— —a harbinger of death!"

"Professor Trelawney, I heard that you predict the death of a student every year. So far, none of them has died." Ellie said bluntly, and Professor Trelawney stood up from the armchair.

"You're in trouble, honey, you're in danger." Her voice was weak, and although Ellie looked disbelieving, her face gradually lost color.

"Professor Trelawney, I think the news about Miss Windsor on the train has spread throughout Hogwarts." Igil was very disgusted with her sneaky voice, if his divination teacher used this kind of scare Teaching in a human way, it is still too late for him to change the course.

"As I said before, around Easter, one of us will leave us forever." Professor Trelawney called. "Let me see what shape your tea leaves are." Jill's teacup stared at it, turning it counterclockwise.

"My dear boy—my poor, dear boy—no—it's better not to say—no—don't ask me..." Professor Trelawney did it again, and now even Harry Potter, who was announced the prophecy of death, was getting impatient.

"Isn't it another death prophecy?" Draco dragged his long nasal voice. His contemptuous tone made people uncomfortable, but even Ron, who hated his way of speaking the most, now felt He is cute.

"Be careful with those closest to you, child—I think that's the end of today's lesson," Professor Trelawney said in the faintest of her voices. "Pick up your things, please..." She looked Very weak.

The whole class silently returned the teacup to Professor Trelawney, closed the book and packed up the schoolbag.

The Gryffindor four walked down Professor Trelawney's staircase and the spiral staircase without a word, Igil and Draco being last.

"You're not going to believe what that Professor Trelawney said, are you?" Draco said angrily. "I think she's playing tricks on her."

Isn't Igil the closest person at Hogwarts!The witch's continuous reminders clearly wanted to provoke the relationship between them.I heard that it was Dumbledore who insisted on keeping her here as a teacher. Maybe she said so on purpose because she got the news from Dumbledore that his father's joint board of directors had reduced Hogwarts funds.

"I didn't believe her at all." Igil's tone was not unhappy, and there was no trace of gloom on his face.Only those who believe in divination and prophecy will be recruited, just like his father's soul tablet.

The next class was History of Magic. I had already experienced that dull, cloying scent in the divination classroom. Catalyzed by Professor Binns' monotonous voice, the little snakes fell asleep.

"You don't look very well. Has Professor Trelawney spread her death prophecy again?" Pansy lay on the desk, leaning forward as much as possible.

Last semester, after intense ideological struggle, she finally chose arithmetic divination, so she still doesn't know anything about what happened in the divination class.

"Who is this time?"

"Harry Potter." Draco paused, "And..." He glanced at the black-haired boy lying on the desk. At this time, he was closing his eyes and seemed to be asleep. "The magic stick told Igil to be careful with the closest people. But it's not credible at all."

"My seniors told me that seeing the omens of death is Professor Trelawney's favorite way of welcoming new students." Pansy said in a low voice, "Divination is one of the most inaccurate subjects in magic. I was a little surprised when you chose, because Igil seemed to be quite disgusted with this, that Windsor..."

At this moment, Igil sat up suddenly and looked at them sleepily. Pan Xi closed his mouth, and there was obvious worry in his eyes.

"That's why I want to understand it," Igil leaned on the chair, flipping through the history of magic textbook casually, "Divination is no longer mysterious, is it? Pansy, this expression doesn't suit you."

Hehe... Pansy covered her face with a small fan, leaned back in her seat, and the platinum boy continued to memorize his class notes.

After a while, only Professor Binns' monotonous voice without ups and downs was left in the classroom. The little snakes couldn't resist the Oneiroi's call, and fell to their deaths.