The next morning, the storm subsided.

However, the weather still did not clear.

At breakfast, Jon got the class schedule for this semester, which was a lot tighter than last semester, after all, there were a few more classes...... At the same time, he heard a few Hufflepuff fifth and sixth year students next to him discussing what magical spells they could use to make them older, and then fool around and participate in the Triwizard Tournament.

Jon wasn't interested in their topic, to be precise, he wasn't interested in the Triwizard Tournament.

Even if someone forced him with a wand, he wouldn't fight the dragons, the merfolk, and the sphinx!

Just for the 1,000 Galleon prize?

He might as well report Blake again!

And, anyway, the final champion is the appointed Harry Potter......

Glancing at the schedule, there was only one class in the morning: divination, which Hufflepuff and Gryffindor took together.

"Are you going to deal with an old liar like Trelawney so soon?" Jon sighed, then pulled out the book "Cutting Through the Fog and Looking into the Future".

Divination is at the top of the North Tower, ten minutes from the restaurant.

After breakfast, he hurried towards the North Tower with a few Hufflepuff third-year students.

......

In the North Tower, they climbed the stairs for a long time, and finally through a silver escalator, through a trapdoor in the ceiling......

The Divination class is here, a very strange classroom. It looks like a teahouse, with many small round tables with teacups and teapots.

Jon found a small round table and sat down, and Zacharith sat down in front of him.

"Hello. Not long after they sat down, an ethereal, ethereal voice suddenly came from behind them, startling them all.

A strange-looking witch came out of the curtain behind the classroom, very thin, with a pair of large glasses that magnified her eyes several times, a light scarf, necklaces and beads hanging from her long neck, and several pairs of bracelets and rings on her hands.

"Sit, my child, sit. The witch said mysteriously, "Sybil Trelawney, your divination classroom!"

"Divination, a mysterious and complex subject that you are about to come into contact with!" Professor Trelawney's shrill voice resounded throughout the classroom, "I warned you in advance that if you do not have true talent, then there is very little I can give you in this subject......"

It seems that many of the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff students were intrigued by this particular opening statement.

Jon lowered his head and yawned quietly.

To be honest, he wasn't at all interested in the pure metaphysics of divination, if it weren't for the fact that Hogwarts was a mandatory elective...... Moreover, he already knew about the major events in the next few years, and he could not do divination again......

My mind began to recall and analyze what had happened in Dumbledore's office last night......

......

"This year we are learning all kinds of basic divination methods, the first semester is spent on interpreting the leaves, and the next semester we are learning palmistry. ”

Professor Sybil Trelawney is back to her usual performances.

However, the target she chose this time was Ginny Weasley.

She picked up Ginny's teacup and exclaimed, "Wait, what did I see...... Falcon, you once had a deadly enemy......"

Poor Ginny stood up with a pale face, and nodded a little tremblingly.

Then, Jon noticed Trelawney's messy analysis, leaving a few Gryffindor girls stunned.

Then, she began to ask the students to divide into groups and analyze the content of the tea.

Jon and Zachares split up and were babbling nonsense.

Zacharis flipped to pages five and six, and looked through the book in some confusion, apparently he hadn't listened to the lecture at all:

"The shape of the tea leaves...... It's an arrow......" Zacharis pondered, "The arrow means to represent, does it mean that you will be a warrior in the Triwizard Tournament?"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Jon said lazily, "I'm four years away from turning 17!"

"And ...... A castle...... Symbolizes power...... Do you think you're going to be the Headmaster of Hogwarts in the future?"

"I think the Minister of Magic is more practical......"

"And ...... A snake ...... What does the snake represent...... What does the snake represent......"

Zacharis flipped several pages back and forth from the textbook, but he didn't find the content.

Suddenly, he had an idea and smiled evilly, "I see, you will marry a Slytherin in the future!"

"Don't talk nonsense......" Jon felt his face heat slightly.

"What's the matter, dear?" said Trelawney, who seemed attracted by their discussion, and walked over.

......

"Maybe you can help me predict the future!" After examining what Jon had written on parchment, Trelawney gave him an appreciative look, "Come on, kid, I think you have a lot of potential in divination!"

Jon stiffened his head and stood up, looked at the teacup, and said nonsense, "I saw it...... Saw the championship trophy...... Hogwarts has won the Triwizard Tournament!"

"If I were you, I wouldn't be so sure on this matter!" Trelawney's tone was visibly disappointed: "The trophy you see could be the champion, the runner-up, or the third-place finisher...... They all have trophies!"

In other words, should I predict that the warriors of Hogwarts will finish at least third in the Triwizard Tournament?

That's...... Jon couldn't help but complain in the bottom of his heart.

"Then let's try again, kid, what do you see?"

Shifting his gaze to the teacup again, Jon pouted, "I saw a teacher being expelled from Hogwarts more than a year later!"

"Oh?" Trelawney was instantly interested, "Who is it, Hagrid, or Moody?"

"Uh......" Jon thought for a moment and decided to answer truthfully, "Looks a bit like you, Professor Trelawney!"

"What?" Sybil Trelawney's face sank suddenly, "I take back what I just said, Hart...... Now, I don't see the slightest gift of prophecy in you......"

"In my great-grandmother's name, you can't predict a right thing!" Professor Trelawney continued to roar.

"Uh......" Jon felt as if he had completely offended the divination teacher.

Then, he suddenly had an idea: "Professor, I saw one more thing......"

"Say it!"

"I see it...... I failed my final exam in my divination class!"