Malfoy felt a little nervous, he was going to class. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Even in Professor McGonagall's classes, he often performed with ease, but today's class was not as easy as he expected.

Sybil Trelawney, Malfoy's teacher of today's divination class, a mad witch who wore a pair of glasses that magnified her eyes many times, beads and necklaces around her neck, and bracelets on her arms and hands.

Most people think that her prophecy is unreasonable, and she hardly misses it. It's also true, for example, the curse-like prophecies she made when she was teaching Gryffindor, what flu would come to cause a temporary suspension of classes and her own loss of voice. But in fact, her prophecy was extremely accurate, saying, "Thirteen people eat together, and the first person to stand up after the meal will die first." Damledore, Sirius, and Lupin were cursed, and it is not an exaggeration to call it the strongest causality weapon. Other major event predictions did not fall short.

She was the great-great-granddaughter of the Greek priestess Kassandra Trelawney, whose fate was equally ill-fated and predicted that no one had ever believed it.

Maybe those favored by God will have unspeakable pain, and the Jigong monk in the East seems to be the same, gifted, and the price paid is to spend the rest of his life in madness.

Malfoy could only hope that she had been in a state of confusion, and that she would not wake up after seeing herself, and that would not be fun if she had a few more crow's beaks.

Leaning on the railing of the staircase on the first floor, Malfoy waited for Pansy, who had taken a morning off and woke up at noon, Malfoy visited her in the hospital room, and was completely relieved to find her rosy complexion, so they made an appointment to go to a divination class together in the afternoon.

"It seems that the boys' nerves are indeed bigger, and our savior was only able to attend the party after a little relief. Malfoy began to think about the differences in thinking between men and women and their ability to accept fear.

"Did you wait a long time?" Pansy walked briskly as she walked over, pulling Malfoy back from her thoughts, much to Malfoy's surprise, as she wouldn't have asked.

"Of course not, I've just arrived. He said, glancing at the clock. "I think we need to go early for the first class, because it is said that this road is not very easy to walk. ”

Pansy nodded, her attitude was also corrected, not only did she not want to be an oil bottle, she also wanted to be able to help the people she liked as much as she could, then the first step should be to correct the attitude towards schoolwork.

They walked up the stairs until they reached the eighth floor, an unfamiliar platform, with nothing but a large painting hanging on the stone wall, which depicted a meadow.

Malfoy seemed to be familiar with the road, and took Pansy to a narrow spiral staircase without a detour, and upstairs should be the classroom of their divination class, which was quiet, and it looked like there was still some time before class.

The two of them climbed the last few steps and ascended to a small platform, but there was no door.

"Draco, look. Pansy tugged at Malfoy's sleeve and pointed to the ceiling, where there was a round trapdoor with a bronze plaque that read, "Sybil Trelawney, Divination Teacher." While Pansy was still thinking about how to get in, the trapdoor suddenly opened, and a silver ladder was placed in front of the two of them, and Pansy took a step back, startled slightly.

But Malfoy was mentally prepared, "Let's go." He turned back to Pansy and said, "A little scared to follow me." ”

Oddly enough, the ladder retracted automatically after the two of them ran out, waiting for the next wave of students to arrive.

Pansy looked around, feeling that it wasn't a classroom at all, at most a mixture of an attic and an old-fashioned teahouse. There are at least twenty small round tables crammed into this classroom. Each table is surrounded by Indian calico armchairs and bulging small cushions. Everything was illuminated by a faint scarlet light, the curtains were drawn, and many of the lamps were draped in crimson shades. The classroom was so warm that it was depressing, the fireplace was full, and a large copper kettle was burning on the fire, so that the flame gave off a dull, greasy fragrance, which made her yawn again, which was already full, and the sound was especially noticeable in the quiet room, Malfoy looked at her, and said, "Rest when you are tired, her class is not good." ”

Pansy's face was flushed with her yawn.

Pansy and Malfoy then sat down in the back of the room, and as far as they could see, there were only a few people in the classroom, the other students were supposed to be on the way, and the professor was not present.

After a few more moments, the other students were sweating through the trapdoor below, they should all be late, Malfoy looked around, and found no acquaintances. I don't know if his two henchmen didn't take this course or if they were completely lost in a certain path in Hogwarts Castle.

Suddenly, a voice came from the shadows, that soft, indistinct voice.

"Welcome," the voice said, "it's good to see you in the tangible world at last." ”

It was Professor Trelawney's voice, and she stepped out of the shadows, the contrast between her darker surroundings and her glowing light, making the Slytherin students dizzy.

Then came the cliché, in which she emphasized the importance of talent for divination lessons, and then made a few unfortunate unlucky predictions, which were often fulfilled even in her insane state, and when she was occasionally sober.

"You, tomorrow there is a bloody disaster, I think this bracelet can help you escape, you can return it to me next time. She generously lent one of her bracelets to a student.

The student accepted it with some confusion, his expression was a little disgusted and fearful, for a boy, the bracelet was still too feminine, but in the end fear prevailed.

As for the rest, "You will have a bad fortune next week and need to wear a blue turban." And "you will inevitably offend the person you like" and so on. It's all headless, brainless, and baseless words.

These words, which were both prophetic and psychologically suggestive, reminded him of a movie he had seen in his previous life, The Matrix.

The Prophet said to Neo, "Don't worry about that vase. As soon as Neo turned around, he smashed the vase.

The words of the female professor are in a sense very similar to those of the prophet.

"Perfect tea shape, kid, you'll be lucky, but you need to stay away from the person you're closest to right now, or there might be danger, well, probably. Professor Trelawney passed by Pansy's round stool, glanced at her tea leaves, and gave her first approval of the day, and the professor's somewhat confused eyes gradually gained focus, as if she had seen some cherished treasure, and it seemed that the student was very pleased with her.

"Your aura is strong, my dear, and you're well suited to such a course in divination. Trelawney said kindly, her eyes wide under her glasses and a hint of a smile on her lips, making her even more elusive.

Pansy didn't show the pride and joy she expected to be praised, her pretty little face was covered with a dark cloud, and her slender eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and she might have been complacent about such praise in the past, but the nightmare she had not long ago was making her unhappy, and Pansy glanced at Malfoy with some concern.

"Doesn't that mean that I might have predicted accurately, so what about Draco?" Pansy couldn't help but think of that dream, and couldn't help but shiver again, tiny drops of sweat gradually emerging from her forehead, and her palms gradually became cold.

Suddenly, a warm hand took hold of her arm, calming her down.

"Do you remember the Dementors again?" Malfoy asked with concern when he saw that Pansy looked like she was being disturbed by the Dementors on the train, and reached out to take her cold palm.

"Oh, kid, you're going to make a big mess. Professor Trelawney turned his head to look into Malfoy's teacup, and couldn't help but say something reassuring, "Be careful, my dear, there's a layer of darkness over your head that I can't see, but I know it's not a sign of luck." ”

"Well, no. Professor Trelawney scrutinized him, his hazy eyes clearing, "It's dark. She said solemnly, completely different from the tone just now.

"It's hard to put into words. Professor Trelawney held her forehead in some pain, as if she had encountered a great problem, Malfoy could clearly see the change in her personality, but even in her awake state, she could not see through his own future.

"That should be a good thing. Malfoy thought to himself, really afraid that something would come out of her mouth, something like blood, life and so on. It's more accurate to make a big mess, and soon he will "make a big news".

"Hmm? Am I going to be stunned? Sorry. The mad personality seemed to return to her, and she straightened the crooked ornaments on her head, and continued to walk to the seats of the other students in a trance, as if she had forgotten the prophecy she had just made.

"It's dark, there's no way to predict, isn't that what I need?" The trajectory of changing his fate was exactly what he wanted now, and neither the Death Eaters nor the Dark Lord appealed to him.

"Draco, are you alright?" Pansy asked as she looked at Malfoy in a daze, and shook her little hand in front of him, but she knew that with his character, she would not be intimidated by these prophecies, and she did not know what he was thinking.

"It's nothing, I'm thinking about how to make a big mess. Malfoy made a seemingly casual joke and continued, "Looks like you're good at divination, how about it, are you interested in becoming a soothsayer?"

As soon as the words fell, Pansy shook her head with disgust on her face and refused, "I can understand why Muggles hate wizards, they are always prejudiced against things they don't understand, and so do I." That's part of the reason, but the deeper reason is that Pansy doesn't want to say more, isn't it more uncomfortable if she can really see the future, but can't change it?

She didn't want to be a soothsayer like the female professor in front of her.

Malfoy was amazed by what she said, only to know that the little girl who had fun actually had a different opinion, which was beyond his expectations.

"Then I won't have to take it next time, let's choose something more interesting, such as ancient magic texts, which is very good for a deep understanding of magic. Malfoy offered his advice, but soon felt a little self-defeating, and Malfoy didn't think she would be interested in it.

"Okay. Pansy nodded happily, much to Malfoy's surprise.

"Don't you dislike these kinds of classes?" asked Malfoy, curious.

"People change. Pansy said faintly, staring at the tea grounds on the table.