[HP] So you are such Anita

Anita and Draco came out of the Arithmetic and Divination classroom and walked towards the North Tower. They found a secluded corner on the way and used the Time Converter to go back an hour.

The space began to compress, and Anita heard a huge wind.However, apart from the sound of the wind, Anita didn't notice any changes around her. Has time really flowed backwards?

Their doubts dissipated when Anita walked out of the corner, and they saw a number of Gryffindors running down the hallway in the direction of the North Tower.

"Hey, Anita and Draco, why did you walk so fast? You were still in the dining room just now." Millicent was the little green among the red bushes, and even her actions seemed different from the Gryffindors. , she was slowly walking in the direction of the North Tower, like an old man who was walking leisurely after eating.

"We came from the portrait," Anita lied casually. "It looks like we're going to be late. We need to hurry up."

"That's great." Millicent was a little sad. "Until now, there is no portrait willing to help me open the door of convenience, including the ancestors of the Burst family from Slytherin House."

Anita looked at Millicon silently to show her pity. Although she didn't have a good relationship with some of the portraits, this did not prevent her from sympathizing with Millicent.

They climbed towards the north tower together, but Millicent still climbed the stairs leisurely, without any sense of tension. Seeing that Millicent was about to disappear, Anita shouted behind her, "Hurry up, Millicent." Leeson, we're going to be late."

Millicent finally sped up the pace, she strode over to Anita's side, "You don't have to be so fast, as usual, everyone will be late for divination class in nine out of ten," she pointed to the crowds of people in front of her. landing, "because no one can find the door."

As soon as Millicent finished speaking, a silver ladder landed on the landing. Everyone climbed up the ladder and walked into a door.

Millicent sneered, "It seems that everyone searched very quickly this year," she silently accelerated the climb together with Anita, and walked into the door before the silver ladder was put away.

As soon as she entered the classroom, Anita saw a sea of ​​red and yellow. Most of the classroom was filled with Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs. There were only three of them in Slytherin, and only three or four in Ravenclaw.

What's happening here?

"Among the five elective courses, Divination has the worst reputation. Everyone says that it is a waste of time to attend the class, but you must know that Divination is the best course to pass among the five courses, so many people choose it. Divination class, but none of them came..." Millicent explained to Anita in a low voice.

"Sit, my children, sit." A soft and indistinct voice came, and a female professor wearing large glasses, her clothes covered with necklaces and beads came out.

Anita and Draco found a random Indian calico-covered rear table and sat in armchairs with small cushions around it.

"Welcome to the divination class," said the female professor. "I'm Professor Trelawney. You may not have seen me before. I find that too frequent Linxi's busy campus makes my eyes blurred."

Professor Trelawney tidied her scarf carefully, "You have taken the divination class, which is the most difficult class in all magical arts. I must warn you from the beginning, if you don't have vision, then I can teach you You have very few, and books can only take you so far in this respect..."

"You, boy," she said, looking at Neville in an ethereal tone, "how is your grandma?"

Neville almost fell off his chair, "Grandma has been fine."

"If I were you, I wouldn't be so sure." Trelawney's emerald earrings flickered in the firelight, and Neville began to feel flustered. He began to lose sight of his eyes, thinking about finishing get out of class. He wanted to hurry up and write to his grandma. .

"Today we're going to learn basic divination, tea divination, and next term we'll learn palmistry. By the way, my dear," she said suddenly to Anita, "beware of dark-haired men."

……

Black hair, who are you referring to?

Anita is a bit confused, Harry Potter?Tom Field?Sirius Black?Gore?Crabbe?Oh, by the way, Dean Snape's hair is also black.

"During the summer term," continued Professor Trelawney, "we will learn to look at a crystal ball, provided, of course, that we have completed fire divination. There will be no voice, and one of us will be gone forever by Easter."

There was silence in the classroom, and everyone tensed up, but Professor Trelawney didn't feel it.

"I think, darling," she said to Lavender Brown, who sat nearest, "could you pass me the biggest teapot?"

Lavender looked relieved as she took a huge teapot from a shelf and set it on Trelawney's desk.

"Thank you, dear, and by the way, the thing you've most dreaded will happen on Friday, October [-]."

Lavender shuddered.

"Now, you are divided into two groups, take a teacup from the shelf, and come to me to pour tea. You need to drink all the tea in the cup until only the tea leaves are left, then shake the tea leaves three times with your left hand, and turn the cup over Put it upside down on the teacup holder, wait until the last bit of tea runs out, and give your teacup to your friends for interpretation. You can refer to the notes on the book "Predicting the Future", or come to ask me, oh, yes, " She grabbed Neville's arm, "Honey, after you smashed the blue teacup, can you not pick the pink teacup, you know I like the pink teacup very much."

Anita and Draco filled the blue teacup with tea from Trelawney and returned to their seats. Anita stared at the reddish-brown liquid in the cup, waiting for the crushed black tea powder to settle to the bottom of the cup.

"I think I still prefer the oriental divination method of observing the stretching of tea leaves," Anita drank the black tea in one gulp, "at least you won't drink so much tea residue." She wiped the tea powder from her mouth with a silk handkerchief Wipe it clean.

Immediately, Anita shook the teacup in her left hand three times, and put it upside down on the saucer. The moment she put the teacup on the saucer, Professor Trelawney let out a scream, accompanied by The harsh sound was accompanied by the cracking sound of porcelain.

Anita looked towards Professor Trelawney, who had settled into an empty armchair, stroking her heart with her stone-ringed hands, her eyes closed.

"My dear boy—my poor, dear boy—no—it's better not to say—no—don't ask me—"

What happened?Anita put the teacup aside and concentrated on observing Professor Trelawney. She saw Harry Potter sitting directly opposite Trelawney.

Why is it Harry Potter again? He really has an accident physique.

"My dear," Professor Trelawney's big eyes opened dramatically, "you are unknown."

Didn't I say, it's better not to say it...

There was no one around Anita except Draco and Millicent, and everyone flocked to Harry Potter's table to figure out what was going on.

"What do I have?" Harry looked completely confused.

"Unknown, my dear, I saw that black dog wandering in the cemetery, that is the guide to death, my dear child, that is an omen, the worst omen!"

The girls surrounding Professor Trelawney looked at Harry Potter in horror and covered their mouths.But Hermione picked up the cup and turned it around a few times, "But no matter how I look at it, I don't think it's a black dog."

"Don't be offended when I say this, dear, I find that the halo around you is very small, and you are very poor at seeing through the fog and resonating with the future."

Hearing this, Anita and Draco couldn't help but make a "puff puff" sound, forgive them, the scene of Hermione being accused of poor talent by the professor is really too rare, and finally there is a professor who can make Miss Granger deflated up.

"I think this is the end of today's class," said Professor Trelawney, "please pack your things..."

It's over so soon?It's really thanks to Harry Potter.

Anita and Draco returned the teacup to Professor Trelawney, closed the book, packed their bags and prepared to leave.

Millicent looked at the textbook sadly, and chanted on the round table, "Professor Trelawney is indeed as rumored, every class will predict the death of a person," she casually scratched a few words on the book. After a line, he put the book away, "This should be able to deal with Crabbe and Goyle, since they won't come by themselves anyway."

All the students packed their schoolbags quietly, for fear of irritating Harry, the unlucky ghost who was predicted to die. Everyone has already tacitly treated him as a dying person.

Anita and Draco walked down the spiral staircase, holding back their laughter very hard, until they found a cubicle, closed the door, and then burst out laughing, "My God, Hermione is going to cry now gone."

"Come on, Anita, we have to rush to Muggle Studies class, stop laughing." Draco said with a smile.

"I know, I know." Anita quickly took out the time-turner from her neck, and together with Draco, they set the time back another hour.

The Muggle Studies classroom was on the second floor of Hogwarts, and it took them a long time to go down from the eighth floor to the second floor, and they might not be able to find the right stairs.

That's when the Slytherin secret came in handy, and Draco smugly pulled Anita up to a fan-wielding witch, who had exactly the same platinum blonde hair as Draco.

"Aunt Chris, we want to go to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom on the second floor, can you help us?" Draco deliberately said in a soft and coquettish voice.

"Of course, my dear Draco, I wish you the first place in this year's grade, Lucius will be very happy." The proud witch smiled lovingly at Draco, and she closed the black lace fan , walking away from the portrait with her whalebone skirt embroidered with white peacocks.

Draco happily pulled Anita into the portrait, it was a Slytherin-style bedroom, the base color was white with green decorations, a statue of a green peacock with long tail feathers stood very conspicuously on the bed head.

"Aunt Chris's favorite is peacocks. She gave her father a live white peacock when he was a child, and the offspring of that peacock are still in Malfoy Manor," Draco touched the feathers of the peacock Yu, the peacock opened the screen with a quick wit, and then the dark green bookcase standing aside began to move, revealing a door.

"Let's go, we have to find the portrait closest to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. There are no talking Slytherin portraits near the Muggle Studies course. They will despise us for listening to Muggle Studies. Anyway, Defense Against the Dark Arts and Muggle Studies On the same floor."

Anita and Draco came through a black door to a tavern. Fortunately, the wizards inside were all drunk, and they didn't even need to say nice things to them. They drilled the portraits from the fireplace on the wall and came to A corridor without people.

"Go to the left. The Muggle Studies classroom is next to Professor McGonagall's office. Professor Bubbaji is always bullied by students, so Professor McGonagall has to protect her nearby." Draco showed a very subtle smile.

You must be one of the students who bullied Professor Bubbaji, Draco.

Anita followed Draco into the Muggle Studies classroom.

The Muggle Studies classroom really looks like a classroom. Anita refers to the kind of classroom that everyone can imagine, with neat desks, neat blackboards, and a neatly dressed normal wizard Professor Bubbaji.