This cannot be said to be a superstition, although there are fewer and fewer true soothsayers, but it does exist in history.

Divination, as the oldest branch of magic, has always been an inseparable part of the wizarding world.

Because of ignorance, because of mystery, because of reverence for the future, soothsayers are often very respected.

Now, many wizards look at Professor Trelawney with a look of complexity and awe.

"Yes, the signs that are getting clearer, I have known for a long time, are always bad. "Very bad, children, I have seen a lot in it, including death," said Professor Trelawney, in his characteristic tone. ”

She paused, and a messy inhalation was evident in the room, and someone had broken a cup by mistake.

Ai Wen sighed helplessly, wouldn't it be rude for him to propose to leave at this time?

"Why don't you come to my Divination class this semester?" she continued, "I learned from the Headmaster that you had given up on this class, and this sad news was even more disappointing than the fact that the colt was still at Hogwarts. You should know that this course is especially important to you!"

Why did they give up divination, don't you have points in your heart?

Death, death, death, they got nothing from this class except the intimidation of death.

Having heard Professor Trelawney's true prophecy, Evan had hoped for it.

But it turned out that such a thing as a true prophecy was hard to come by, and he could not be with Professor Trelawney twenty-four hours a day.

So, Evan decided to give up.

Much of Professor Trelawney's prophecy that Voldemort would return and gain greater power than anyone could have imagined had been fulfilled. Voldemort has indeed returned again, with the help of Keresis and the statue of the evil god, and has obtained the terrible magic left by Slytherin himself, and is on his way to becoming an inhuman monster, if he succeeds, it is indeed a powerful force beyond ordinary people's imagination, the power of the evil god.

Although there is still a point that does not fully correspond, Evan thought about it carefully and thinks that it is not a problem.

Even if it is a real prophecy, it is not clear and accurate, and there is a lot of ambiguity in it.

So, the dark temple, the servant who will help Voldemort, probably refers to the Temple of the Fallen Centaurs in the Albanian forest and the vampire leader Keresis who was helping Voldemort at the time, can it be said that the past......

What needed to be done now was to defeat Voldemort, and Evan felt that this process did not need Professor Trelawney's prophecy.

"You really should choose the divination class, if you need it, children, just one sentence......"

"Ah, Sybil, we all feel that our class is the most important!" said a loud voice, and Slughorn appeared on the other side of Professor Trelawney, his face flushed, his velvet hat a little crooked, with mead in one hand and a huge piece of fruit pie in the other, "but the three in front of us are all doing a remarkable job in Potions class." Harry, in particular, was a rare genius when it came to potions. Yes, Evan and Hermione are doing well, too, but there is still a certain distance from Harry, I don't think I have ever met such a student, he has more understanding of potions than I thought!"

He looked at Harry with adoring, albeit somewhat bloodshot, eyes with a smug smile on his face.

"Talented, like your mother! No, it should be stronger than your mother. Really, I've only taught a few students of your calibre in my life, but I can tell you, Harry, you're the best, even Severus......"

The air froze there, and Harry took a half-step back with wide eyes, as if he had been greatly frightened.

Immediately, Evan saw something that scared him.

Slughorn held out an arm, as if hooked Snape out of thin air.

"Don't sneak around, come and talk to us, Severus!" Slughorn said with a happy burp, "I'm talking about Harry's special talent in Potions! Of course, of course, you also have the credit for teaching him for five years!"

Snape was caught in Slughorn's arm around his shoulders and couldn't move.

His gaze followed the hooked nose to Aven, then quickly moved away to look at Harry.

The dark eyes narrowed, as if to look at him.

"Funny, I never felt like I taught Potter anything. ”

"Oh, that's genius!" Slughorn exclaimed, "You haven't seen the potion of living hell he gave me in the first lesson, haven't you seen a student do better than him for the first time, I think even you, Severus......"

"Really?" said Snape calmly, his eyes fixed on Harry like drills.

Harry was a little uneasy, fearing that Snape would find out the source of his new talent in potions.

Hermione frowned, and Evan felt that Harry was indeed a little carried away.

He relied too much on the book, and Evan had warned him to use it carefully, preferably by reference, but Harry didn't listen.

Well, he hadn't expected Slughorn to give Harry such a high rating.

"Remind me, my dear, what other classes have you taken, Harry?" Slughorn asked.

"Defence Against the Dark Arts, Charms, Transfiguration, Herbs, ......"

"In a word, all the lessons that the Aurors need to learn. Snape said, with a slight sneer.

"Yes, I just wanted to be an Auror. Harry said challenged, looking at Snape bravely.

After a long struggle between a Quidditch star and an Auror, he finally decided to become an Auror according to his original idea, if he could do it.

He felt he should try, like Sirius.

"I don't think you deserve to be an Auror, Harry. Luna said unexpectedly, and everyone looked at her.

"What?"

"Don't you know? The Aurors were part of the Rotten Fangs' scheme, I thought everyone knew about it. Luna said in a tone of course.

"What Rotten Fang conspiracy?" asked Hermione subconsciously.

"It's the use of dark magic and gum disease to bring down the Ministry of Magic from within, and the Aurors are their accomplices. ”

Many of the people who were watching the conversation laughed, Luna's joke was still funny, but Snape obviously didn't think so, he stared at Harry maliciously, and didn't intend to let him go, Snape was going to get to the bottom of it, but luckily, at this time, Filch grabbed Draco Malfoy's ear and walked this way.

"Professor Slughorn. Filch snorted, the flesh on his chin shaking, and the goldfish's eyes flashed with the same crazy light as when he caught a student mischievous, "I found this boy hiding in the hallway upstairs, did you send him an invitation?"