HP Dawn Night

The news that Draco was attacked by the Hippogriff quickly spread throughout Hogwarts. Of course, the question that everyone is most concerned about is: what will happen to Mr. Malfoy, one of the school's twelve trustees? What about the hippogriff Buckbeak who hurt Aiko?

According to the latest news, the trustees decided that Hagrid was being too pushy and that he should have saved the Hippogriff for a higher level class instead of showing it in the first class.

"They're right," Pansy said. "Hagrid's putting on too much air, and he's clearly not considering the potential danger."

"Dumbledore should be more cautious about these matters." Blaise flipped through the "Daily Prophet" and stuffed it in half into his school bag, "No big news... Black is still at large. The group of people in the Ministry of Magic What are you doing?"

"According to the usual saying, isn't Black a vicious thug. A lot of people were sent to catch him back then. Who knows how long he planned for this prison escape." I finished drinking the orange juice in the glass, "The divination classroom We'd better hurry up on top of the North Tower."

The only way to get to the top of the tower is up a series of whirling stairs, and just looking at it is enough to make people feel dizzy.Blaise was in the lead, Pansy trailed behind him, panting, and I struggled to keep up.

"I said, any of you plan to visit Draco after the divination class?" I asked as I climbed.

"Uh...I don't know," Pansy gasped in front, "I still have two papers to finish, and I'm a little tight on time."

"Come on! I can already hear voices," Blaise said as he climbed the last few steps first to a small platform.There are only Slytherin students in this class, and everyone is gathered here.There was not a single door on the platform.

"Look at the ceiling!" Pansy called after looking around for a while.There was a round trapdoor with a brass plaque set into it.

"Sybill Trelawney, Divination teacher," Blaise read looking up. "The problem is, there's no door here."

As if in answer to his question, the trapdoor swung open, and a silver ladder was lowered just at his feet.Everyone fell silent at once.

How to put it, the divination class was probably the weirdest class I've ever taken.

There were at least twenty small round tables crowded together in the classroom, and around the tables were calico armchairs and bulging futons.The curtains in the room were drawn tightly, and there was a hazy red light shining.The lamp was covered with a large crimson scarf.It was suffocatingly hot here, and the fire was burning brightly in the fireplace, on which stood a large teapot with an unpleasant, strong aroma.On the circular walls were many shelves, on which were piled dirty quills, candle stubs, battered playing cards, innumerable silvery crystal balls, and a great heap of teacups.

Professor Trelawney looked a little nervous, she was very thin, wearing a pair of huge eyes, wearing a thin transparent shawl, decorated with countless glittering sequins, countless beads and chains around the neck, arms and many bracelets and rings on his hands.

Such a strange classroom and teachers seemed to frighten many people, and everyone silently sat down on armchairs or futons according to Professor Trelawney's instructions.

"Welcome to the divination class. I'm Professor Trelawney. You probably haven't met me before. I find that often going down to the chaotic and noisy campus life will make my third eye blurred." Trelaw Professor Ni sat down in an easy chair by the fire and said in a vague voice.

"What's the Celestial Eye?" Pansy asked me.

"I don't know." I replied quietly.

"So you have taken a course in Divination, which is the highest of all magical arts. I must say that if you have no insight, I am powerless. In this field, books can teach you Just a little bit..."

"Well, I took the wrong class, I don't have much insight." I made a face, and Pansy snickered. "I should learn something that will make the book useful."

"I think she's just an old liar who's phony," Pansy said curtly, yawning.

I looked around. At this time, many boys had already started chatting, dazed, or dozed off, and only a few were still listening attentively.

"This year we will learn the basics of divination. We will concentrate on reading tea leaves in the first term, and palm reading in the second term. By the way, my dear," she said suddenly to Millicent Burst, "you How is your grandma?"

Burst was so frightened that he almost fell off the chair, and she replied tremblingly: "I think it's okay." She said tremblingly.

"If I were you, I wouldn't be so sure, my dear." Professor Trelawney smiled enigmatically, and Berstrom gripped his robe tightly in panic, and asked Blaise suddenly, "My child, recently Have you ever written to your mother?"

"Of course." Blaise looked at her in astonishment.

"Maybe something has happened that you don't know about." She went on. "Now, I ask you to divide into two groups. Each person takes a teacup from the shelf and comes to me. I will fill the cup. tea, and then you sit down and drink tea until only the tea leaves are left. Swirl the tea leaves in the cup three times with your left hand, then put the cup upside down on the tray, and when the last drop of tea has leaked out, put Pass the cup to your partner to interpret. You can refer to the fifth and sixth pages of "Picking the Fog to See the Future" to interpret the shape of the tea leaves. I will patrol among you, help you, and guide you."

Everyone stood up and went to the teacup rack to get the teacups. Blaise's expression was not very good, while Brst looked like he was about to cry.

When we were waiting in line for Professor Trelawney to pour water into the glass, she grabbed Daphne Greengrass who was leaving with the glass:

"My girl," she said, studying Greengrass's face carefully, "neither you nor your enemy won, but she lost."

Daphne's shoulders trembled, and she walked away quickly.

"I really want to know if she's playing tricks or if she can really see something." Pansy and I returned to our seats, drank the hot tea in three sips, and shook out the tea leaves according to Professor Trelawney's instructions After a few strokes, the tea was drained and the cups were exchanged.

"Er... Seriously, I can't see anything." Pansy drowsily held my cup, "A pile of tea leaves, which may mean that you like drinking tea."

"Obviously you are too." I looked at the soggy pile at the bottom of the glass, feeling numb from the strong smell of the classroom.

"Open up your mind, my dear, let your eyes go beyond the boundaries of the world!" Professor Trelawney's voice sounded in the dimly lit classroom.

"It's better for me to live in the real world." I whispered.Pansy managed to pull himself together:

"Well, there seems to be an acorn in your glass... er, what is that, an animal?" Pansy stared at the bottom of my glass, "Ah, an eagle! Let me see... an acorn It really means 'a windfall, a windfall,' and the eagle shows that you have a nemesis. What is that? Has your nemesis paid you a fortune? It's a good thing."

"If you want me to say, you have to stay away from the secular world, your third eye is already clouded." I sneered.Pansy struggled not to laugh out loud.

"It's my turn," I said. "It's kind of a cauldron. Oh no, you're not going to be Potions teacher at Hogwarts are you? That's not a good job!"

Pansy couldn't help letting out a twisted laugh.Teacher Trelawney walked over quickly, and she looked a little dissatisfied: "My dear, let me see." She snatched Pansy's teacup from my hand, "Be careful, you may be injured recently because of your own negligence." Losing a very important relationship. But not completely, you may have to take a detour..."

Pansy didn't seem to care.Professor Trelawney turned to pick up my teacup again, and I prayed she wouldn't see anything, but now that the classroom was silent, Professor Trelawney's words could easily be heard by everyone:

"A vague shield... My dear, your guardian is not far away from you. Crossed wands, you will meet the one who has fought by your side, and you have met." She put down my teacup, He said vaguely, "get out of class is over."

Pansy, Blaise, and I walked down the ladder without saying a word. As soon as we got out of the classroom, Pansy couldn't wait to ask me: "It sounds like what she told you is the closest to reality. Do you think it's reliable?"

"So far it seems accurate." I shrugged.

Pansy looked at me eagerly. "So you've been dating someone else lately?"

"What?" I looked at her inexplicably, and then suddenly realized, "Oh, no, Dad will start teaching me the Patronus Charm soon, I think it means this."

"And how do you explain the latter one, dear?" Pansy pressed on as we descended the spiral staircase.I thought about it:

"Maybe it's you, Pansy. You're my best friend in the world."

"Where's Blaise?"

"He has to be behind you."

"And what about Draco?"

"the same."

Pansy looked disappointed: "I thought..."

"Why?" I asked back, Blaise coughed suddenly, and I continued, "Again, you are the one to worry about recently, don't let your life go by accident Son of Heaven."

Pansy curled her lips: "That won't happen, Vio. Several people have asked me to go to Hogsmeade with me. I'm wondering who to choose."

"Well, you're not going to come with me." We walked down the spiral staircase, "I want to see Draco, any of you want to go with me?"

Pansy shook her head decisively: "I'm going to the library to write a thesis."

Seeing me looking at him, Blaise shrugged helplessly: "I have an appointment, sorry, Vio."

"Okay..." I waved goodbye to them behind the stairs, "I'll see you in the auditorium at noon."

The author has something to say:

There will be three shifts tomorrow: 7:12 am, 8:[-] noon, [-]:[-] pm

One of them is more likely to be a small theater or a side story~