Tea divination, an introductory course in divination, and Professor Trelawney's mastery of the craft – ahem, is almost nil.

She can make true predictions, and the small predictions she makes casually have also come true strangely, which sounds quite mysterious, but unfortunately, in the face of Umbridge's scrutiny, the mysterious and powerful packaging she deliberately made, like a brilliant soap bubble that glows with colorful light, easily poked, snapped, and exploded.

The reason is quite simple, because she can't control her own divination, or rather, the divination she makes is said casually and subconsciously, but she herself doesn't know if it's really a divination, whether it will come to fruition - Umbridge still needs to rely on collecting evidence when she gets Hagrid, and it is almost effortless to bring her down.

However, when she picked up Alan's teacup, she subconsciously thought that she could fully make a divination - a feeling that came from nowhere, but she really sensed it, and he even felt that he could make a prediction as true as her great-grandfather.

So, she did as she felt - the quick-roasted dried tea leaves revealed almost all the secrets in front of her, and all she had to do was lift the last thin veil.

"Shadows, sticks, falcons, goblins, crosses—ominous, no, that's not ominous, it's the sky that lights up at the deepest hour of darkness—ah!!!"

It was as if the screams of the little toes kicking the foot of the bed as they woke up sounded in the ears of each of the students, and the shrill sound completely relieved them from the dullness caused by Harry's prophecy of death, and in their concentrated gaze, Professor Trelawney spurted out a mouthful of blood as if he had been hit by something, and at the same time her hair quickly turned yellow, and a small number of folds appeared in her skin at the same time, as if she had suddenly been drained of life for several years.

At the same time, a set of cards on Allen's body flew up directly, lined up in the air one by one, and the blood that spit out just fell on it, and the golden cards were shining with a purple magic light at the moment, as if they were the latest magic props, and the seductive light even provoked a few people to even involuntarily take a few steps forward, and then quickly stopped - they didn't forget whose thing it was.

It wasn't until a dull sound of something falling to the ground that broke the gaze of a group of people looking at the set of cards, the sound of a teacup shattering—Professor Trelawney was already slumped on the ground, and the cup that had been in her hand was naturally shattered.

This movement caused a large number of young wizards to scream loudly - and it was then that Alan was woken up, and he was indeed a little dead asleep.

Just as he rubbed his eyes, which were still a little sleepy, a few bangs came directly - several figures appeared directly in the classroom, the most eye-catching of which was Dumbledore, who had a white beard.

At the moment of appearance, various protective spells had been generated on the surface of their bodies, and the wands they held high were obvious proof that they were now fully in combat mode.

After confirming that there was no one else, the guard was put away - although most of the young wizards present were frightened by the lineup.

"Kids, who can tell me what's going on?" Dumbledore asked softly, but his eyes were clearly on Alan - he was older and prefect in attendance, and who would answer if he didn't answer?

However, in response to the Headmaster's inquiry, Alan could only respond to a confused look that I didn't know anything about - he was even more confused than Dumbledore...

Fortunately, Harry met with the Headmaster the most, and he was the first to muster up the courage to answer the Headmaster's question, but he stammered slightly: "Sorry, we don't quite understand what happened, Trelawney said that she was going to do a divination on Allen, who was resting over there, and then she became like this when she made her prophecy." ”

"Oh-yes, Prefect Allen has been resting since he made sure we're safe, and he hasn't mixed anything with it. Harry added as if he remembered something.

Well, judging from the tone, this is biased towards Alan - but you can't blame Harry, if you are told that you will hang up in a few days, you must also have a fifty reduction in favorability.

At this time, Alan realized that there were already stacks of golden tarot cards floating around him - he had been trying to break through the legacy of the card master recently, so he was carrying them with him, and at this moment, its strange brilliance and the prompts of the system all showed that he had succeeded.

It's just a little embarrassing - it should be, probably, not his pot, right?

Professor Snape walked briskly over to Professor Trelawney on the ground as Dumbledore questioned her, and after careful examination, determined that she was not under some terrible curse or under any dark magic.

After quickly making this judgment, Professor Snape took a few steps forward and looked at the stack of cards beside Allen, with a serious expression, and even took it in his hand without Allen's permission, and after half a day of testing, he looked away with a depressed face.

"Well, I have to admit that there was no attack or framing this time, all of this was Trilawney's own fault - she used a real prophecy without her own strength, and the result directly triggered the resonance of this magic item for divination, but her strength was obviously not enough to control this magic item, just like a first-year student trying to complete an incomparably advanced spell with shallow magic power, and she was seriously injured in the backlash of the spell. Professor Snape's words were steady and accurate, but his eyes were full of disappointment - he had intended to use this opportunity to teach Alan a lesson, but his work ethic prevented him from lying about it.

Well, don't look at Snape scolding the students, leaning towards Slytherin, taunting Gryffindor, and deducting points from other houses, but he never taught in a biased way, as you can see from everyone's fifth-year end-of-year exams. As Hermione said, if you listen carefully to every lesson Snape has learned, you'll find that he's taught everything quite completely—if you can stand the taunts, of course.

Well, in a false alarm, Professor Trelawney is taken to the university hospital, and the tarot card in Alan's hand is returned after it proves harmless, and everyone is happy - except for the hospital one.

Anyway, Harry didn't know why it was so easy at the moment - he suddenly felt that the so-called death prophecies were all clouds...

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