At the same time, a similar scene was playing out in another classroom on the roof of Hogwarts' North Tower.

The divination classroom looked hazy in layers of milky white clouds and smoke, and Professor Trelawney was in class.

She still wore her large, disproportionate glasses, a silk pale blue shawl, a slender neck full of ornate crystal ornaments, and even her arms and fingers were full of bracelets and rings.

The classroom was filled with the smell of incense and the dim light of candles, the pale red flames of the candle tips fluttering without wind, tangled with the mist, like a dream.

It fits the atmosphere of divination very well.

"Come, now you start observing, look at this crystal ball, what do you see?"

Trelawney gathered all the students together and had them circle around the round table in front of her, inducing them in a pretending tone, the atmosphere in the classroom was terrifying to her guidance, her hands swaying on the crystal ball, as if they were about to be touched, but not really touched.

The students stuck their heads out as best they could, trying to show that they were listening hard.

But to be honest, it's still hard to understand.

"I saw the clouds. One student said.

"It could be smoke from the room itself. Professor Trelawney clasped her fingers tightly and put her hands on her chest, though her rings were colliding and it was hard for her to clasp them.

She continued, "You have to feel it with your heart, and of course, clouds and mist are also a sight that you see from time to time, and it indicates an unpredictable future. ”

"But you have to observe with your heart, clear through the fog, and see the most real future. ”

"And what, children, what do you see?" she asked.

"I saw your crystal ball shattered. Luna said in a daze.

"No, it won't, my crystal ball is ......" Professor Trelawney patiently explained the material and utility of her crystal ball when she heard a crunching sound.

On the table in front of everyone, the top of the crystal ball held up by a blue silky cloth block first appeared with an undetectable fine line, and then a spider web-like crack spread wildly until the entire sphere shattered

Trelawney stared blankly at the situation in front of him, as if completely frozen.

Students are reluctant to speak out.

"Ahem. "One of the students didn't realize what was going on and coughed a few times, probably because the cold weather had been cold recently.

The vibrations caused by the slight coughing sound quickly had a ripple effect.

Then the crystal ball, which had managed to maintain its spherical shape, collapsed into a pile of shiny shards, and landed on the strip of cloth, peacefully announcing its death.

Even students who have not studied divination know that a broken crystal ball used for divination is certainly not a good sign, and it is usually a bad omen.

It wasn't long before Professor Trelawney's sluggish nerves realized what was going on in front of her eyes.

"Omen!" she said, her eyes wide and frightened.

The woman waved her arms and struggled to get up from her chair, "Hogwarts is about to fall into the flames of war and smoke!" Just as she was about to say something, she suddenly staggered and fell headlong on the cold marble ground.

"I think we should get her to the infirmary first. Luna said helplessly as she held Professor Trelawney's arm with one hand.

The group of students then carried her to the infirmary, and Fleur arranged a free bed for her

"What's wrong with her?" she asked.

"The professor was divining for us, and suddenly the crystal ball shattered, and she muttered that Hogwarts was going to ...... war."

A Hufflepuff schoolgirl quickly explained.

"Divination often comes at a price, and the more accurate and important the divination, the more it comes at a cost. Compared to other prejudices about divination, Fleur shows a fair understanding of this.

"Let her rest for a while. ”

As soon as Fleur finished speaking, Professor Trelawney slammed himself up from the floppy hospital bed.

"I'm looking for McGonagall, I'm going to tell her that Hogwarts is about to face disaster!"

"As long as the mystery man continues to expand his power, Hogwarts will be targeted sooner or later. Fleur said suddenly.

This is self-explanatory.

Trelawney's eyes lost their sparkle, and she seemed to think of Voldemort's showdown with Dumbledore at the Ministry of Magic.

Voldemort's sinister threatening words rang out in his ears again.

After screaming, he fainted again.

The teacher then seemed very abnormal, and after a simple examination, Fleur said that there was nothing serious, and she was discharged from the hospital, and the suggestion was that she needed to rest more.

But instead of continuing with the class, Trelawney approached McGonagall's professor to explain to her the future she had "seen".

"Minerva, the situation is very serious right now. ”

"Minerva, Hogwarts is in a great crisis!"

McGonagall was still patient with her in the first few words, listening to her chatter in the office, and then refused to communicate with her directly.

This female professor babbles all day long.

At lunch, in the faculty seats in the auditorium, she was separated from Professor McGonagall and Flitwick.

"Minerva, there's a breath on your head, that's unknown..."

"Philius, your face is not inferior to that of Minerva, so pay more attention lately. ”

"Oh, I see. Flitwick, who had always been kind, said impatiently.

The initial reminder was accepted as kindness, but the chattering curse, no matter how it sounded, no matter how well-cultivated people were, would not accept it.

"Good luck with you, Mr. Slughorn, and you'll be safe in the future. Trelawney raised her hand, then sat down beside him unceremoniously.

"Uh, hehe. Slughorn twisted his beard, noncommittal.

"There will be a traitor among us. Professor McGonagall, just as she was about to put a tablespoon of pudding into her mouth, was interrupted.

Trelawney was conclusive.

"Sybil, if you don't let us eat properly, maybe the latest disaster we've had is indigestion. ”

Professor McGonagall's face was furious.

"The prophet was destined to be alone. She muttered, finally shut up.

"By the way, what about Severus?" McGonagall asked suddenly

"I don't know where, he seems to be a little uncomfortable. ”

And at this time, the object of their conversation, not long after getting rid of the pain, quickly found the student who had just helped him.

"I don't want to break my promise so quickly, though. ”

"But this is still about you, Draco. ”

"Your father is out of luck, he seems to have lost something important to the Dark Lord. Snape said gloomily, his dark eyes fixed on his student.

Malfoy's face was not full of joy or anger, but he just clenched his fingers and stared at the table in front of him, which was full of various utensils.