[HP] turns in your hand

Chiara had little contact with Professor Trelawney before.

In the third grade, she didn't take the divination class, because at that time, she was still full of the idea of ​​completing the task. Divination, a subject that was useless for killing Voldemort, was not attractive to Chiara.

But now she feels that whether it is crystal balls, tea leaves or playing cards, they are full of mysterious charm.

Professor Trelawney's divination classroom was in a stuffy, dark room in the tower, filled with a strange smell.Chiara found a seat in the back row, put her textbooks down on the table, and sat down in the armchair by the small round table—she sank in quickly, the cushions were softer than expected.

The students from the improvement class came one after another.Chiara saw a few familiar faces, such as Lavender and Parvati from Gryffindor.There were two other boys in Slytherin who had taken the Divination class, but they just said hello when they saw Chiara, and they didn't have any intention of sitting at the same table with her.

When Professor Trelawney appeared, Chiara was still sitting alone at the small round table in the back.

"Welcome. I'm glad I can still meet you again in the real world."

Trelawney's voice was ethereal, as haunting as the smell of spices.Her eyes were hidden behind a pair of bottle-bottomed glasses, but the weird thing was that they made her eyes so big that the first thought that came to Chiara's mind was: oh, so she brought It's farsighted.

The magnification principle of convex lens.

From here onwards, Chiara was a bit out of her depth.The smell and temperature of the divination classroom are really distracting. She tried very hard to listen carefully to what Professor Trelawney said, but she kept talking about metaphysics and the like. The look in Chiara's eyes Started blurring quickly.

"...At the same time, I also noticed that there is a new face in our class."

Several students turned their heads away, and Chiara was in a trance for a while before recovering, and quickly sat up straight.

"Welcome, dear." Trelawney's big eyes stayed on her face for a while, "Professor Snape said when he forwarded your application to me, you are a child with a certain talent for divination .I have never heard such comments from him about other people, so I decided to let you come to my improvement class to hear it."

The eyes of the other students in the classroom widened, and they looked at her face curiously as if they had never known Chiara before, to see what kind of person Snape could evaluate as "a person with divination skills." talent".

Chiara's current mood was extremely indescribable, and she could only force a polite smile to respond: "Thank you, Professor Trelawney. Thank you too...Professor Snape."

"You're really interesting, my dear." Professor Trelawney was still staring at her. "How are you getting on with your family?"

Chiara blinked, hesitated for a second, and replied: "My family is dead, I am an orphan, Professor Trelawney."

"Ah, strange thing, you seem to be deeply involved with your parents." Her huge eyes blinked, and after a long silence, she seemed to finally remember that she was still in class, so she clapped her hands, "Everyone Classmate, go to the shelf to get a crystal ball, and then deduce your future...My dear, do you mind if I show you the face again?"

Of course, Chiara could only say that she didn't mind, and she couldn't wish for it.

Trelawney sat down across the round table. She brushed aside the textbooks that Chiara had placed on the table indifferently, and then faced each other, staring unblinkingly with her eyes that had been magnified many times. she looks.

Chiara could only do her best to maintain a normal expression.

"You have death in you, very strong," said Trelawney softly. "Have you ever had a near-death experience, dear? Perhaps more than once?"

Chiara nodded with difficulty: "Yes."

"That's right, the dead air is so strong that it even covers up the rest...I discovered this when I saw you at the Christmas stay-at-home banquet." Trelawney cheered up, "But now It’s good to observe more, and the deadness has faded a lot. Have you ever killed someone, dear?”

Chiara was dumbfounded.

Trelawney quickly realized that she had said something she shouldn't have said, and she immediately became more embarrassed than Chiara: "That's not a good question. No, no, look at something else..."

The other students were listening, and Ciara could only hope that Trelawney wouldn't shake her old self out.

Fortunately Trelawney did change the subject.

"Money luck is good, you are very rich, and you earned it yourself." Her eyes wandered to another place on Chiara's face, "There is a problem with your health. You were seriously ill once, which threatened your life That disease . . . are you cured now, dear?"

"I think I've gotten a lot better," Chiara said.

"Not bad, not bad." Trelawney was a little absent-minded, and seemed to be thinking about other things, "In terms of emotions, I don't have many friends, because you have a strong tendency to close yourself. And there is... yes, it's close . . . it's getting closer... it's getting closer..."

She stood up suddenly, and walked happily to her shelf: "I'll get a crystal ball to help."

Chiara: ?

Trelawney soon stumbled back. She put the crystal ball between her and Chiara, protected the crystal ball while murmuring words, and opened her eyes wide to observe the things in the mist.

Ciara couldn't help being curious: "What do you mean by 'near' just now, Professor Trelawney?"

"Fateline." Trelawney didn't look up, "Do you have someone you like, dear?"

Ziara opened her mouth, and out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of Ravenclaw's Terry Boot poking his head out with great interest - a good friend of Anthony Goldstein's.

"Yes," she said.

"Well, yes, I saw him." Trelawney nodded. "Male, black hair, tall, and your age gap—"

Suddenly panicking, Chiara interrupted Trelawney quickly, as she found everyone in the room listening: "I don't understand what a fate line means, Professor Trelawney. Fate lines can also be Did you see that?"

Trelawney raised her head in a daze: "You don't know what the fate line is—oh, yes, you haven't taken my divination class before."

But looking at the expressions of other students, they don't seem to know much.

"Divination, one of the purposes of divination is to remove the fog that hangs over everyone's future, and see clearly the fate of oneself or others." Trelawney helped her big pair of glasses that were gradually sliding down, "but Destiny is mysterious and obscure, and only prophets with the gift of spiritual vision can interpret the future and see destiny clearly—by the way, your halo is very bright, my dear, you have a strong resonance for the future, I think you will be in the future I learned something in my improvement class.”

For no apparent reason, Chiara was somewhat pleased with the compliment.

"So, does everyone have a fate line?" Parvati asked.

"Yes, everyone has. I can usually glimpse a corner of your destiny briefly in you, but it is only a corner of your own future." Trelawney turned her gaze back to Chiara, "But you It's different, my dear, you not only have your own fate line on you, but also other people's... many, many."

"You mean, Chiara will become a prophet in the future?" someone asked.

"Ah, I don't think so. But if you want to work on this aspect, I mean, if you really want to be lean on this aspect, it's not difficult." Trelawney turned to Zia La showed a short and slightly nervous smile, "But you do have many other people's fate lines on you, which is rare. Have you ever had a precognitive dream, dear? Or... have you made a prophecy? Really prophecy?"

Ziara opened her mouth, she knew what the so-called "fate line" Trelawney was talking about.She is indeed a "prophet" in a certain sense, but that cannot be regarded as a manifestation of talent in divination.With a touch of shame about being undeserving, Chiara replied, "I dreamed about my grades on my final exam, does that count?"

Trelawney thought for a moment: "Should it count?"

Someone muttered from behind: "Anyway, she got an O in the test, so what is there to predict?"

Chiara pretended not to hear.

"You can try it with a crystal ball first, my dear." Trelawney completely forgot to see who Chiara liked after being interrupted like this. She put the crystal ball in front of her in front of Chiara Pushed, "Close your eyes first, clear away distracting thoughts, and keep your feet on the ground. After opening, use blurred vision to quickly capture the image you see..."

Chiara closed her eyes as she said.She pressed her tongue against the soft palate in the way she relaxed before the exam, slowed her breathing, and then slowly opened her eyes.

The crystal ball is still the same crystal ball.It's just that in the dim room, the flickering light and shadow of the candles, together with the smell of spices, confused her spirit and consciousness.In this delicate environment, she did seem to see something different.

"...Is there someone?" She said hesitantly, "I seem to see someone."

"Yes, yes, a good start," Trelawney said eagerly. "And who is it?"

Chiara was in a dilemma: "I didn't see the face clearly, nor did I see the features clearly."

"No, no, honey, that's not how divination works." Trelawney shook her head, those turquoise necklaces and bracelets jingling around her, "the point is not 'who did you really see', but It was 'who do you think you saw'. Who do you think he was?"

Can this be said?

Chiara hesitated again and again, and replied in a very soft voice: "Maybe...Professor Snape?"

After all, her mind is full of him now.

"What is he doing?" Trelawney asked next.

"I don't know, I don't see it anymore," said Chiara honestly.

"Crystal ball divination requires practice, and I think you will improve quickly." Trelawney didn't look disappointed, "Then, take a look, my dear, I'm so glad to see you today. I'm going to see how the other kids are practicing..."

Until the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Chiara sat where she was, repeating the process of "close your eyes, open your eyes, and watch the ball". Sometimes she felt that she saw something vaguely, but the image disappeared in a flash. Can't see clearly.

Divination is indeed a very delicate subject.

Other students left one after another, but Chiara stayed until the end.

"Professor Trelawney, I still have some questions I want to ask."

"Ah, what's the matter?" Trelawney looked quite happy, "Is it about your fate line? I can take a closer look for you."

"No, actually I want to..." Chiara's voice became smaller and smaller, "You just mentioned my emotional problems and said that the person I like is..."

Trelawney stared at Chiara for a moment, then suddenly reacted as if she had just been awakened: "Oh, yes! Yes, yes, yes, emotional state! You want to see yourself What will happen to your love?"

Chiara was relieved after being said: "Yes, if you are free, Professor Trelawney, I mean, please—"

"It's free, yes, it doesn't matter. It will be soon." Trelawney pulled out an armchair directly, "I'll get a deck of cards, sit, sit, dear."

Trelawney was one of the nicest professors Chiara had ever gotten along with.Perhaps because of her personality, coupled with her talent for prophecy, Trelawney didn't have the pretensions of those professors, and she even had a childlike cheerfulness when divination.

For Chiara, who had been with Umbridge for a year, getting along with such a professor was indeed relaxing.

Of course, being able to give her a free divination would be a plus.

"Let me shuffle the cards and let me see." Trelawney shuffled the cards quickly, she stared at the cards and shook her head slightly, "Actually, I saw something just now... You have never been in a relationship before Right, dear?"

"No," Chiara said.

Trelawney drew a card: "Obviously. Arrogant, closed heart, passive waiting. Some people liked you, but they were all intimidated by your negative attitude."

Chiara thought she was right.

"Have you liked that person for a long time?"

"long time."

Trelawney drew out two more cards. She compared them, then raised her head and glanced at Chiara suspiciously: "How old are you, dear?"

"I'm sixteen, Professor Trelawney." Chiara responded politely.

"But the card says you have liked him for more than 20 years." Trelawney stared at the playing card for a while, "Did I miscalculate?"

Chiara gave a dry laugh.

"This can be set aside. Divination is not always accurate." Trelawney compromised, "Look at other... an adult male born in January has outstanding talents and a higher status than you. You admire him a lot—this We've checked it out before. Failed relationships, self-doubt and self-exile, ah, the same reminders come up again, closed hearts—this person you like is not a good one, dear."

"That's sort of it," Chiara said.

"As long as you like it, it's fine." Trelawney was quite lenient. "Let me see the relationship between the two of you. I'll draw another card and have a look."

Leaning forward, Chiara watched as Trelawney drew the cards again, deciphered them, and raised her eyebrows.

"There's a lot of obstacles," she said, explaining quickly and nervously, "not spells, I mean, there's a lot of conflict and conflict between you, and it's full of... lies, self-righteous understandings, bigotry—oh, And help and, rescue?"

After a few seconds of silence, Trelawney asked confusedly: "What is your relationship? The students who came to me to read the love divination cards before have never been so strange."

Chiara: Sorry, that's exactly what psychosis is.

Trelawney glanced at Chiara, she drew another card, and after one look, drew another.

"It's so interesting." She spread all the cards on the table, "Sure enough, he is deeply entangled with your fate line, so it came back again. The fate line you carry is tied to him...you are Did you teach yourself divination for him, dear?"

Ziara blinked: "...that's right?"

Spoilers for Snape's sake seemed like self-taught divination in a way that other people could understand.

"Well, a respectable attempt." Trelawney said, "but it's hard to see through the deeper ones. No matter how deep the entanglement between you is, it involves the fate line. I can read it, but it needs more work." Energy, it's late today, dear."

This was a disguised chase, and Chiara didn't hear the answer she wanted from Trelawney, but she was also prepared in her heart.She picked up her schoolbag and bowed slightly to Trelawney very politely: "I wasted your time today, thank you very much, Professor Trelawney."

"It's okay, honey, it's okay." Trelawney straightened her big shawl, and looked very happy after being thanked, "If you have any questions, you can come to the attic to find me, I usually live here... ..."

It was dinnertime when Chiara left the loft.She wasn't hungry yet, because she drank a lot of tea in the divination classroom in the afternoon.So she was not in a hurry to go to the auditorium for dinner, she planned to go back to the dormitory to put away her schoolbag first, and then went upstairs in a leisurely manner.

……

She stopped at the door of the Slytherin common room, and then she looked in the direction of the potions classroom.

She remembered the book "Advanced Potion Making" in the cabinet.

Potions classes must be over by now, students would no longer be in classrooms, and Snape would either be in his office or eating in the Great Hall.

At the same time, Chiara was very convinced that if the sloppy students at their level forgot to bring their textbooks, the "Advanced Potion Making" must still be in its original place.

...Should she take it?

When the plot has deviated, Voldemort is dead, and Harry Potter doesn't need the "Half-Blood Prince" textbook?

What a pervert.Chiara spurned herself in her heart, even thinking of stealing the idol's textbooks, those illegitimate fans who were scolded by thousands of people in her previous life were nothing more than that!

But why didn't she stop, but continued to walk towards the Potions classroom?

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The author has something to say:

Xiao Qi: I turned out to be an illegitimate child!I'm so disgusted! (At the same time reaching for a book in the cabinet)

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