[HP] The Elegance of the Night

Sirius' escape into the Forbidden Forest was reported to Dumbledore by Lupine, but no one knew about it except for a few teachers, including our Divination Professor Trelawney.

"I have decided to take the crystal ball class earlier than originally planned. Fate has informed me that your exam in June will be related to spheres, so I am eager to give you enough practice." During the divination class, the professor The vague voice is soft and ethereal.In the dimly lit tower classroom, there was a crystal ball filled with pearly white mist on each small table. The milky light from the crystal ball illuminated the faces of every little wizard, making their expressions clear. But Professor Trelawney hides in the shadows and pretends to be mysterious.

"Well, to be honest...'Fate has told her'...who gave the exam questions? Her! This language is amazing!" Miss Granger of Gryffindor obviously had a different opinion on this, she The unrepressed voice was full of emotions of being fooled, and the little wizards sitting around her covered their mouths and couldn't stop laughing.Trelawney didn't seem to hear her, and continued to explain the magic of the crystal ball in a dream-like language.

"Miss Granger is very Gryffindor today," Draco praised with the mentality of watching the show, "I always thought she didn't have the courage to contradict the teacher, because doing so would deduct credits," he leaned back into the seat Hermione, separated by a narrow one-person aisle.The girl didn't show a strange expression when she heard his words, but Ron in front turned his face and glared at him.

Trelawney started telling the little wizards to look at their crystal balls. Although Igil was staring at the mist-rolling sphere, it could be seen from his empty eyes that he was not concentrating on it. "Hermione doesn't have to be responsible for the classes she didn't take, because she's in the Divination and Arithmetic classroom at this time."

"Sounds interesting," the platinum boy followed Trelawney's instructions and stared blankly at the crystal ball for a while, seeing nothing but a cloud of white mist, "When did you start calling Miss Granger?" Hermione's?"

"The night you bit me." Igil replied with a wink.

"Oh, that sounds interesting..." The platinum boy blushed.

"Would anyone like me to help explain what's looming in their crystal ball?" Professor Trelawney walked around the room, her bracelets clacking together.When she stopped by the small table of Harry and Ron, Ron shook his head desperately.

"I don't need help. It's obvious that there's going to be a lot of fog tonight." His words made the little wizards roar with laughter.

"Now, really! You're messing with the senses of discerning people!" said Professor Trelawney, stepping past Ron and putting her face directly on the crystal ball of Harry, who was in the same group as him.

"There is something here!" Professor Trelawney said, raising her voice to attract everyone's attention, "Something is moving...but what is it?" The little wizards all showed curiosity look.

"I can foresee what this magic stick is going to say." Draco said contemptuously, and Igil pulled down his sleeve because Professor Trelawney glanced in their direction. "Your voice is too loud, Draco, but I can also foresee what she will say next." The two boys from the Snake Court looked at each other and smiled, and there was some unspeakable happiness in the narrow sense of the smile.

"My dear... from here, it is clearer than ever... my dear, I am striding towards you, getting closer and closer... that is unknown..." Professor Trelawney took a breath and put The face moved from the crystal ball to Harry's, and her eyes were pained and pitiful.

"Oh, for God's sake," cried Hermione, "don't be that ridiculously ominous again!"

Professor Trelawney straightened up suddenly and stood up. She looked at Hermione with obvious annoyance, and her pair of eyes that seemed particularly large through the glasses stared at Hermione's face.

"I am sorry to say that from the time you arrived in this class, my dear, it was evident that you did not possess the qualities required for the noble art of divination. Indeed, I do not recall ever meeting a student whose mind was so worldly. ’” Her body trembled, and the pendants jingled all over her body, as if protesting that someone had seriously offended their wearer.

"She said 'noble'."  …

"She said she was 'worldly.'"  …

After a moment of silence, the little wizards in the divination classroom began to discuss in a low voice, but they all fell silent again because Hermione stood up suddenly.

"Good! Good!" repeated Hermione, looking genuinely annoyed, "I give up! I'm going!" She stuffed the book into her bag and threw it over her shoulder, almost knocking Ron out of his chair at her movement. knocked down.She strode to the classroom floor door and kicked it open.Trelawney put her hands on her chest, obviously unable to accept such rude behavior.

"Hermione!" Just then Igil suddenly called her name, the girl paused but didn't stop until she heard Igil said "your schedule." She turned her head away .A thin piece of parchment floated in front of her, and it landed in her hand exactly. Igil's control over magic made most of the little wizards breathe a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, Igil." Hermione took the parchment and said gratefully. Without the class schedule, she couldn't remember what class was next. She must have thrown such an important thing out with too much force when she shook the schoolbag just now.Hermione stomped down the stairs and disappeared. Igil could feel that the girl was not as angry as she showed. Maybe she had decided to give up some lessons a long time ago, so she would be relieved if she really came to this step.

The classroom suddenly became chaotic, and Professor Trelawney pulled her veiled shawl tighter, breathing heavily.Igil withdrew his wand under the gaze of the little wizards, and at this moment a girl's voice suddenly yelled: "Whoa! Professor Trelawney, I just remembered! You saw her leave a long time ago Don't you? Don't you, Professor?" Lavender Brown of Gryffindor startled everyone with a sudden remark, "'One of us will leave us for good around Easter! 'You have said so, Professor!"

Trelawney showed her a fresh smile: "Yes, my dear, I did know that Miss Granger would leave us for a long time. However, people always hope that they will misread the symbol of the future... The Celestial Eye may become Burden, you know..."

"Then what about the ominous things you saw, Professor Trelawney?" Harry asked in a bad tone, "Could it be that you also misread the symbol of the future?" He didn't have the slightest sympathy, so he spoke very bluntly, "Professor Trelawney, did the Celestial Eye also cause you a burden?"

"Oh——" Trelawney pulled the shawl tighter, "Everything has signs before it happens. Divination is a means of communicating these hints that are often ignored, and it is also looking at the future through the fog. I'm just doing better than others... my dear, I did see the ominous... the ominous that shrouded in the darkness." Trelawney said faintly, clutching her chest from Harry's small table Backing away, as if being overwhelmed by something, her words made many people look at her with respect.Lavender moved over so she could go to their table.

"Can she really predict the future?" Draco asked confused.

"Who knows." Igil looked at his crystal ball.He could see nothing but a whirling white mist. "Maybe it's foggy tonight, as Weasley said." He moved the crystal ball closer to him, but still found nothing.

"Let me see your crystal ball, my dear." Trelawney came to their table clangingly, she put her head on Igil's crystal ball, showing a surprised expression, "Red... ...I saw red—ominous red..."

Yigil also saw that the white mist in his crystal ball was showing a faint red color, which was not there just now.Igil moved the crystal ball away, and there was a dry crimson ink spot on the table, just because his previous movement happened to correspond to the bottom of the crystal ball. "It's a blob of red ink reflected in a crystal ball, Professor Trelawney."

"Don't underestimate it... my dear, people always miss the omens inadvertently..." Trelawney quickly straightened up and walked past Igil, feeling a little disheartened.She probably felt too ashamed not to take advantage of this coincidence to play up her ominous theory.But when Professor Trelawney walked by, Igil heard her muttering in a very soft voice, "The color of blood, the ominous omen—"

"Professor Trelawney, can you predict the Quidditch match for me? The final will be in a few days." When Trelawney walked to Draco's position, Draco pointed at his crystal asked the ball.Trelawney just glanced at the platinum-haired boy and left.

"You'll win, honey."

"Of course I can win, because I have a Firebolt." Draco rolled his eyes and said in disappointment, he thought Professor Trelawney would have something new to say, "Is it too late to change electives?" Draco asked , Igil shook his head lightly.

"You don't need to comfort me, I'm not sad at all, really." At the Gryffindor table, Hermione chewed a piece of beef pie, and drained the pumpkin juice in her glass with a bold gulp.

"Are you really okay?" Ron bared his teeth in disbelief. This was the first time he had spoken to Hermione since losing Scabbers.

"I have a good appetite now, haven't you guys seen it too?" Hermione filled her plate with boiled potatoes, roast beef and sausages. This is already the second plate tonight, and no matter how good her appetite is usually, She will only eat one plate, and it won't be so full.

"You're overeating, Hermione." Harry dragged away a plate of potato chips that she had taken a fancy to, "Listen Hermione, we all think you're... wise if you don't go to Divination class, That's a complete waste of time."

"It's really a waste of time, so I don't want to eat it for a long time." Hermione put a piece of potato into her mouth and said vaguely with puffed cheeks, "I'm really fine, eating so much is just to comfort me Myself, I feel relaxed and then hungry."

"Is that so?"

"real!"

"Then we'll be relieved—hey, Ellie, that's the last steak!" Ron yelled, relieved, "We're not full yet, and you're taking advantage of us to comfort Hermione and eat it all by yourself." Drink up, you are still not a friend."

"I don't think Hermione is in a bad mood and needs to be comforted." On the contrary, he still thinks that the Mudblood is in a good mood. 'Ellie' self-servingly cut the steak on the plate into equal parts, and sent a piece to his mouth inside. "During the divination class, I heard Black call you Hermione. When did you get so close?" She asked Hermione, "...you still call him Igil."

"A few days ago, he said that I could call him Igil like Harry." Hermione blushed and stuffed a piece of roast beef into her mouth, and she felt her face was burning.

"Hermione! Black must have no good intentions for you, you can't be deceived by him," Ron said with a sour tone, and he began to regret ignoring her a few days ago, so that Black could take advantage of it.

"Igil looks arrogant, but he is actually a very gentle person." Hermione retorted, "Ron, you need to change your mind. I think you have changed after what happened to Ginny."

"How could it be the same, Ginny is my sister."

"How different, Ginny is also a Slytherin."

"I can't believe you're going to mutiny."

"This is not a betrayal, Ron, you really have to reflect."

"Cough!" Harry coughed. "I'm glad to see you all back to normal, but Ron, if you don't eat, you're going to be robbed."

"Save some for me!" Ron growled and joined the Gryffindor team grabbing food.

"It's really rude!" Ellie, who was [-]% full, sat at the dining table and looked at the red-haired boy's wolfish eating with disgust, probably because his eating was too wild, and Hermione couldn't eat the second plate. Food, she drew out her wand and shrunk it all into packages.A snow-white handkerchief was exposed from the pocket as the wand was pulled out.

Although it was only a small corner, Ellie saw that it was embroidered with the family crest of the Black family. She closed her eyelids, and her beautiful eyes were full of anger.

Igil Black... it really makes me angry to be close to the saviors and mudbloods.

With a silent and wandless magic, the washed handkerchief flew into the hands of the red-haired girl, and it seemed that there was still a faint fragrance of milk belonging to the original owner.The red-haired girl put it into her pocket as if nothing had happened, and then sat at the dining table, as if nothing had happened.