The series of "snaps" and "dangchang" drew everyone's attention away from Professor Trelawney. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Alan flipped the table, in every sense of the word.

If the prophecies of his doom were to be heard, he could have heard them as a joke, but it was a pity that Professor Trelawney poked them in the places he hated the most and taboo the most.

"I really don't know where you see so much ominous going out - if it all happens, Hogwarts might be able to swap deals with St. Mungo's Hospital for the Wounded and Wounded, after all, according to the prophecy, we probably have more casualties here!"

Professor Trelawney stood up, looking at Alan visibly annoyed.

This was the first time she had been confronted by a student in her first class - the old group of young wizards should have been trembling and waiting for disaster to strike.

"I regret to say that, from your performance, my dear, you clearly do not possess the qualities required of the noble art of divination. Indeed, I don't remember any student I've ever met whose mind was so worldly. She shook her head in disappointment, as if she had seen a pest similar to a fox.

"Oh—if a good grade in divination means I must pretend to see the omen of death in a cloud of tea leaves, then this lesson is really noble!" Alan replied unceremoniously.

"Mr. Alan Robinter, I have to warn you! No matter how good your grades are, you have to complete both electives every year! If you don't retract your ridiculous statements, you won't get any final grades from me!" Professor Trelawney's voice lost its erratic tone and took on an angry tone.

"Oh, is it? Sorry professor - if I'm not mistaken, I have two subjects that have been exempted from the exams and go straight to the highest degree - so your final grade is worthless, my divination class is an O - and this grade will last until the N.E.W.T.s exam. Alan began to pack up his things as he spoke, no longer looking at the professor's uncertain face.

With his schoolbag on his shoulder, Alan saluted Professor Trelawney with a kind face - "Dear professor, please don't forget to mark me with an O (Excellent) on my transcript at the end of the semester, by the way, it's a whole five years, including this year!"

Although it was a bit wasteful, Alan was originally going to use it for other subjects, but now it seems to be used appropriately.

After all, Professor Trelawney's face, which constantly reflects his detachment from the earth, turns from blue to red, from red to black, and then to a colorful face, is not to be appreciated at every moment.

However, just as Alan was about to turn around and leave, a loud, hoarse voice spoke behind him - "This is going to happen this year. ”

Alan quickly turned around. Professor Trelawney, who had been standing in anger, froze in her armchair, her eyes wandering, her jaw drooping, and beneath her feet, a knocked planetarium seemed to have been broken, and all the stars danced like crazy.

What are you kidding? This stimulated the professor, and the professor was so angry that he didn't even finish his angry words?

The professor who suddenly fainted there startled everyone, they were completely stupid, and they didn't even think about calling the school doctor, and they were all stunned.

Professor Trelawney, who was lying in her chair, didn't seem to notice the student's panic at all, but luckily her eyes began to roll - although Alan didn't know much about medicine, it at least proved that the professor was alive and not by him- probably?

In the midst of everyone's panic, Professor Trelawney spoke again, still in the same hoarse voice, not like her own voice, nor like the light voice she had been playing tricks on.

"Just this year, the greatest terror is about to strike out the first spark of the grassland, and then roll up the endless flames--The gears of fate are turning, and since ancient times only the stars have not deceived us--I have seen killing and betrayal, blood and soul--From this year, the stars-ah!!"

The words came to an abrupt halt, followed by Professor Trelawney's long-lengthened wails of pain as if he had been attacked by the Mind Curse.

In plain sight, Professor Trelawney was covered in ornaments—her large glasses, the countless chains and beads around her neck, the large emerald earrings on her ears, and the bracelets and rings on her arms and hands.

However, this was only the beginning, as wrinkles hit the professor's face at a speed visible to the naked eye, and her long blonde hair instantly dried up, like a crop that had not seen water for dog days.

Seeing this terrible scene, many young wizards rushed to the exit of the classroom like crazy, for fear that this terrible cursed scene would befall them.

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The commotion soon ceased—by the time the first student fled, the castle's oil painting had quickly reached the headmaster.

Dumbledore quickly arrived on the scene, and the other teachers quickly arrived shortly after his arrival.

In fact, there was no need for any teacher other than the doctor, because when Dumbledore arrived, even the most daring wizards felt a lot of courage in their hearts.

However, they were still taken out of the classroom in an orderly manner, except that the only person left behind was Alan - no way, no matter what it looked like, there was no problem for him to carry the blame for this matter.

But the problem is that Alan really didn't make a move, and he really doesn't take the blame for this!

He is not a big demon king, even if he is very angry, but how can he be so ruthless because of this matter?

The person who finally escaped Alan from the punishment that might come was someone he could not have imagined - Professor Snape.

The result of his and Madam Pomfrey's joint test was that Professor Trelawney had been countered.

She made a or half true prophecy with the help of the stars, however, she overestimated her abilities and was eventually eaten up by the stars.

Luckily, she survived, but it took some time to heal.

In other words, Alan was not suspicious - he could be exempted from any punishment, much to the displeasure of Professor Snape, who looked at him unpleasantly.

And just like that, a storm ceased—but it wasn't possible.