HP When Harry is a Genius

Professor Trelawney stood up and took a huge teapot from the shelf and put it on the table in front of him: "Now, I want you all to divide into two groups. Take a teacup from the shelf and come to me, I will He will pour tea into a cup. Then sit down, drink tea, and drink until there is only tea leaves in the cup. You can use the contents of the fifth and sixth pages of the book "Picking the Fog to See the Future" to interpret the meaning of tea leaves Shape. Oh, and dear--"

She grabbed Neville's arm and pulled him up. "After you smashed the first teacup, can you choose one of the blue patterned teacups? I like the pink ones, don't want them Broken by you."

That's right, as soon as Neville walked up to the shelf where the teacups were placed, there was the sound of porcelain cracking.

Professor Trelawney hurried over with the dustpan and broom and said: "Well, if you don't mind, take a blue one, thank you."

When Harry and Ron's teacups were filled, they returned to their tables and managed to finish the scalding tea quickly.They shook the tea leaves as Professor Trelawney had taught them, then dried the teacups and exchanged them with each other.

"Okay," said Harry, and they both turned to pages five and six at the same time, "what did you see in my teacup?"

Ron looked into Harry's teacup, his forehead wrinkled with effort, "Looks like an acorn, what's that?" He flipped through his copy of Peering Through the Fog. "A windfall, an unexpected gold. Great, you can lend me some. Here's another thing," he swirled his teacup again, "this looks like an animal. Yes, if If that's the head, it looks like a hippopotamus, no, like a sheep."

Harry laughed, and Professor Trelawney turned quickly. "Let me see, honey." She said to Ron unhappily, and quickly walked over, snatching the teacup from Ron's hand.

Quiet in the classroom.

Professor Trelawney stared at the teacup, turning it counterclockwise. "Falcon, dear, you have a sworn enemy," she said.

"But everyone knows about it," Hermione muttered loudly.

Professor Trelawney glared at her.

"Well, that's right," said Hermione, "everyone knows about Harry and You-Know-Who."

Harry and Ron stared at her in surprise and admiration.They had never heard Hermione speak to a teacher like this before.

Professor Trelawney deliberately refused to answer.Her big eyes looked into Harry's teacup again, and kept turning it.

There was another crunch of china - Neville smashed a second cup.

Professor Trelawney turned the teacup once more, and she sank into an empty armchair, her shiny hand caressing her heart, her eyes closed.

"My dear child, my poor, dear child," said Professor Trelawney's large eyes dramatically, "the ominous haunts you! That great ghostly dog ​​that roams the graveyard! My dear My child, a black dog is a bad omen, the worst omen, a bad omen of death!" She looked at Harry sadly and pityingly, "And that enemy of yours will live a long life."

Harry's stomach convulsed, and the cover of "Omen of Death" that he threw into the stove also had a black dog on the cover, and he stroked his forehead feebly: "Oh, thank you for your prophecy, Professor. But I like dogs very much .”

Professor Trelawney looked at him in shock.

Hermione stood up, and she went around the back of Professor Trelawney's chair to observe Harry's cup.

"I don't think that's a bad omen," said Hermione flatly. "It looks more like a donkey."

Professor Trelawney looked at Hermione, and disliked Hermione even more, "I said don't be upset, my dear, I found that the aura around you is very small. The acceptance of future resonance is very poor."

Hermione frowned.

Professor Trelawney tidied up the shawl carefully, and said: "Divination is the most difficult course in all magical arts. I must warn you from the beginning: If you don't have 'sight', then I can teach you You have very few things, and in this regard, books can only take you so far." She stretched out her index finger and thumb to make a distance.

Hermione looked surprised to hear that the books for the subject weren't very useful.

"I think that's the end of today's class," said Professor Trelawney, in the faintest of her voices. "Pick up your things, please."

The whole class returned the teacup to Professor Trelawney in whispers, closed the book, and packed up the bag.

"Until we meet again," said Professor Trelawney weakly, "good luck to everyone. Oh dear," she pointed at Neville, "you'll be late for next class, so remember to put in the extra effort To catch up with everyone."

Without a word, Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked down Professor Trelawney's staircase and the spiral staircase, and then went to Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class.It took them a long time to find the classroom, so even though they had left the divination classroom long ago, they had only just caught up.

Harry picked a seat in the back as usual, and the rest of the class kept peeping and sizing him up, as if he was about to fall to the ground and die in danger at any moment.

Professor McGonagall turned into a tabby cat in full view, and there were traces of glasses around the eyes, but no one cared much.

"Seriously, what's the matter with you today?" said Professor McGonagall, with a slight poof.She has changed back to her original form, and looked around at these students. "It doesn't matter, but it's the first time that my transformation didn't win the applause of the whole class."

Everyone's heads turned to Harry again, but no one spoke.Then Hermione raised her hand.

"Professor, we just had a divination class, we read tea leaves, and—"

"Ah, of course," said Professor McGonagall, frowning suddenly. "There's no need to go on, Miss Granger. Tell me, which of you will die this year?"

Everyone stared at her.

"Me," said Harry at last.

"Understood," said Professor McGonagall, her small round eyes fixed on Harry, "then, Potter, you should know that Sybill Trelawney has prophesied a None of them have died so far. Foreseeing the signs of death is her favorite way of welcoming new students." Professor McGonagall paused, and they saw her nostrils turn white.She went on, calmer, "Divination is one of the most inaccurate subjects in magic. To tell you the truth, I have the least patience for divination."

She paused again, and then said, in a very matter-of-fact tone, "I see you in excellent health, Potter."

Hermione laughed.

Lavender whispered, "What about the enemy?"

"Enemy?" Professor McGonagall heard, she said doubtfully.

"Professor Trelawney said my enemy would live a long life," Harry said calmly.

Professor McGonagall's complexion suddenly changed, and after a long while, she said: "There are very few people who can really foresee the future. I'm not someone who speaks ill of my colleagues, but Professor Trelawney, I don't think she has this talent."

Harry looked at Professor McGonagall, and wondered whether his most respected Head of Gryffindor was also Muggle-born like Hermione, or grew up out of the wizarding world and mixed with Muggles.Otherwise, ordinary wizards would be awed and afraid of prophecy and divination. "The excellent and capable Professor McGonagall looks as calm and rigid as an ancient well, but she is probably also a person with a story." Harry suddenly thought so strangely.

After Transfiguration class was over, they walked noisily together to the auditorium for lunch.

"Cheer up, Ron," said Hermione, pushing a plate of condiments towards him. "You heard what Professor McGonagall said."

Ron scooped a spoonful of dressing onto his plate, picked up his fork, but didn't eat. "Harry," he said, in a low, serious voice, "you haven't seen a big black dog anywhere, have you?"

"No, I did," said Harry quietly. "I've seen it the night I left the Dursleys, and many times since, and I've always seen the big black dog."

Ron's fork fell to the table with a clatter.

"Probably a lost dog," said Hermione calmly.

Ron looked at Hermione as if she had gone mad. "Hermione, if Harry sees the ominous, well, that's bad," he said. "My Uncle Billyrs saw one, and, then, twenty-four hours later he was dead!"

"Just a coincidence," said Hermione casually, pouring herself some pumpkin juice.

"You don't know what you're talking about!" said Ron, getting angry. "The ominous scares most wizards out of their wits!"

"Then you're right," said Hermione condescendingly, "they saw the ominous and frightened to death. Ominous is not a bad omen, it's a cause of death! Harry is still with us because he didn't Stupid enough to see it and think: well, I might as well die suddenly!"

Ron stared at Hermione, tongue-tied.

Pure-blood wizards and Muggle-born wizards have completely different perceptions and feelings about omens.

Hermione opened her bag and took out her new Arithmancy textbook, opened it, and leaned the book against the juice can.

"I think the Divination class seems to be muddled," she said, turning the pages. "There's a lot of guesswork, if you ask me."

"The ominousness in that teacup is clear!" said Ron fiercely. "Professor Trelawney says you don't have the right aura! You just don't like what you're bad at."

He hit Hermione where it hurt.

Hermione slammed the Arithmancy book onto the table so hard that minced meat and carrots flew everywhere. "If a good grade in Divination means I have to pretend to see an omen of death in a lump of tea leaves, then I might as well not take this course! This course is complete rubbish!"

"I agree with you giving up some courses." Harry picked up a glass of pumpkin juice and said indifferently, "I think that Professor Trelawney does have excellent divination pedigree and talent, and the predictions he made should have some truth. But , so what? The danger is coming, can I crack it?"

Both Hermione and Ron looked at him in surprise.

"Honey, you're so handsome," said Hermione, smiling.

"Oh, I know." Harry shook the messy hair on his forehead in doubt, and looked at Hermione strangely, "Did you just find out? I think Professor Trelawney is right, your' There's something really wrong with Halo, you might as well just drop the course."

Hermione didn't want to talk to straight guys.