Study Days at Hogwarts

  Chapter 413 The Dancing Snowman

  In the morning, the sky was gray and the snow was still falling. The ground was covered with several feet of snow, and the lake was frozen with a thick layer of ice.

  Christmas is approaching, and the students are looking forward to the holiday, so they don't focus on their studies at all.

  However, the divination class does not require everyone to spend a lot of effort on learning.

   Today's divination class has almost become a joke among third-year students. No one really takes this class seriously. Many students who choose divination class use chatting and laughing to pass the boring class time.

  Now, everyone thinks that Professor Trelawney is a liar, who doesn't know how to divination at all, and just likes to play tricks to fool everyone. Unfortunately, Professor Trelawney's true colors were quickly seen through by everyone.

Compared with Professor Trelawney, no one is talking about Albert's divination ability. After all, his words have always been accurate, and many people even suspect that Albert may really have mastered the ability of divination .

  At present, the divination class is still teaching everyone how to interpret tea leaves, which is the so-called tea divination, which is almost one of the most inaccurate items in all divination.

As for why Albert came up with such an idea, it was mainly because he had learned tea divination for several months, but he still couldn't find the skills related to tea divination on the panel, which directly made Albert suspicious Does tea divination count as a skill?

  It is the skills related to divination, such as palmistry and card divination, which he has learned from reading books by himself, but he has learned to read tea leaves for several months, but he has never developed related skills.

   Could it be that he himself is too stupid to learn?

Obviously not.

  If Albert really didn't have the talent for divination, he wouldn't be able to master many divination skills such as rune stone divination, crystal divination, card divination, and palmistry.

  Since it is not Albert's problem, it is naturally a problem with interpreting tea leaves.

  Every time you drink tea, there will be a pile of unknown tea dregs left in the teacup.

  Yes, it is tea dregs, not tea leaves.

  The information left in the book on the interpretation of tea leaves is just a template to apply, and every time you use it mechanically, you can divination to get the result you want?

Obviously not.

   Interpreting tea itself is very subjective.

  It’s like someone thinking about the lottery all day long, but everything looks like lottery numbers. In the end, the person connects all the numbers he “sees” in order to try to make a fortune, but the result is of course a blood loss.

  Before the end of get out of class, Albert received another compliment and extra points from Professor Trelawney. She also told everyone that they will start learning palmistry next semester and get acquainted with crystals for divination.

  On the way, Fred asked in an exaggerated tone what he had been unable to understand just now, "Tell me honestly, how do you tell the acorns in the teacup?"

   "Of course I guessed." Albert replied honestly.

"Guess?" The three of them were speechless for a moment. They guessed it so confidently, and they didn't think Albert guessed it. From the performance in class, it is not difficult to see that Albert really knows how to interpret tea leaves .

"Yes, guess. That's right, that's it." Albert seemed to emphasize his tone again, "To be honest, reading tea leaves is almost one of the most unreliable divinations I've ever seen .”

   "What are the second and third most unreliable divinations?" Lee Jordan asked without thinking about it.

   "Bird Phryngology and Leaf Divination."

   "Then how did you guess?"

"Anyway, we can't understand it, so we just need to speculate based on certain things that may happen in the future. This is what I call interpreting tea leaves." Noticing the astonished gazes of the three companions, Albert shrugged and said , "Don't look at me like that, I also learned it from Professor Trelawney."

   "So, Professor Trelawney doesn't actually know divination?"

  The three of them looked at each other in blank dismay. Although they had known about this for a long time, they were still surprised when it came from Albert.

   "Wait, that's not right, I remember last time you said that Professor Trelawney knew divination, that's why you became Hogwarts' divination professor?"

   "Professor Trelawney should belong to the kind of third-rate fortune-teller who can't control his own divination ability." Albert said casually, "However, we can still learn some useful things from each other."

   "The means of fooling others?" George pouted, "Are you sure you still need to learn those things?"

  In the eyes of the three, Albert's ability to fool people is really powerful, and his words are more accurate than predictions. There is no need to learn predictions or interpret tea leaves, just use his words.

   When the four of them passed the corridor, Fred suddenly suggested, "Would you like to build a snowman?"

   "Don't go to the library whenever you have time, your homework is not endless." Fred and George picked up Albert and went to the yard.

   "No, I'll go by myself." Albert suddenly paused, stayed somewhere for a few seconds, and frowned slightly.

"What's wrong?"

   "Nothing." He shook his head and followed the three to the school yard. When he first entered the yard, a snowball flew towards Albert.

  Albert stopped immediately, moved aside, and the snowball hit Lee Jordan directly in the face.

   "Who is sneaking up on me?" Lee Jordan quickly bent down, picked up a ball of snow and squeezed it firmly, ready to give the guy who sneaked up on him a hard hit.

   "Sorry, I didn't mean it just now." Truman apologized with a smile, without any sincerity at all, and then threw a snowball in this direction.

   This snowball fight started inexplicably.

  The three **** on Truman's side cast a spell on the snowball they made, making the snowball chase Albert and the others and smash it, but Albert blocked it with magic.

   "You don't have a snowball fight like this." Truman couldn't help protesting.

   Albert waved his wand, and a snowball rolled bigger and bigger, rolling towards the position of the three of Truman, forcing them to dodge.

Albert had already rubbed a small snowball for himself, and after Truman and his little friend separated, he threw it directly at Truman, and Truman, who was hit in the face by the snowball, fell directly on the snowball on the ground.

   "Good opportunity, come on."

   "It hurts, can you not be so hard, and why did you just hit me." Truman couldn't help complaining, Truman found that the snowball just now rolled towards him.

   "Because you are more vulnerable to beating." Truman's companion said to him with a smile.

"Damn, you're still here, are you going to crush me with this big snowball?" Truman was being chased by a huge snowball, and he was taking out his wand from his pocket, ready to crush the snowball When he broke it, he found that the snowball had stopped. He couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and couldn't help complaining to Albert, "What the **** are you doing?"

   "I'm just going to be a bigger snowman." Albert used magic to create another snowball and placed it on top of the big snowball.

   Fred, George and Lee Jordan watched this scene dumbfounded.

   "You call this a snowman?"

   "Otherwise, do you have any comments?" Albert asked back with a smile. Before he said it, he had easily completed a snowman as big as Hagrid.

   "Wow, what a big snowman!"

  When Harry, Ron and Hermione walked towards this side, they were also attracted by Albert's snowman.

   "If you know how to use magic, you can also do this." Albert raised his wand and cast a spell on the snowman.

  The originally heavy snowman actually grew a pair of short legs, and suddenly he started a tap dance by himself, because the snowman was so heavy that every time he jumped, the ground trembled slightly.

   "What kind of magic is this?"

  Harry stared dumbfounded at the big snowman who was tap dancing in front of him, feeling very shocked. There was no way, this big man was really scary.

  Other people also watched this scene with great interest, some applauded, some applauded, and the atmosphere in the yard suddenly became lively.

   "What the **** are you doing?"

  Snape appeared like a ghost without warning.

  (end of this chapter)