After coming out of the school hospital, Vio's mind went blank. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

She must have been slacking off a lot lately, like a frog boiled in warm water, slowly getting used to this seemingly intimate life with Draco, but it wasn't until Astoria appeared, Draco's attitude towards her was in stark contrast to Astoria's, and she suddenly realized that she was actually the extra one.

Who is Astoria?

She was the last person to become Draco's wife in the original books, she was two years younger than Draco, that is, two grades lower than Vio and them, and the two years without Astoria made Vio almost get carried away.

As he walked into the courtyard, a gust of wind caused Vio to sneeze, and then he unconsciously reached out and put the collar around his neck up.

It's already autumn, and occasionally some fallen leaves fall in the air, and one or two fall on her head. Although vio walked absent-mindedly and didn't look at the road ahead, he could still feel the tactile feeling of falling leaves on his head.

She raised her hand to pluck the leaf, but someone else preempted her

But when she turned around, there was no one in her body, and Vio's heart suddenly became alarmed, oh no! It must be the orderly of the Chronological Organization who didn't appear in front of her, he was just testing her before, and this time he might want to assassinate her directly.

According to the information that Duke Odin told her last time, the Orderlies from that organization can assassinate her at most once, because although they manage the positive flow of time, they can't interfere with what happens in time, which is why they will disappear as soon as the attack on Vio is seen by someone other than her.

Vio quickly drew his wand, only to be tapped on both the left and right sides of his shoulder.

"The flames are blazing! The shadows are heavy!" Vio didn't think about it, so he quickly drew two spells, and launched them directly behind him without looking back.

"I'm quick, Fred, be careful, burn this robe, we won't be able to afford to buy you a new one for a while." ”

"Don't worry George. Fred of the twins touched the corners of his robes absently, "I'm not mistaken, this dejected man turned into a spell maniac in an instant. ”

Vio hurriedly turned around, and when she saw the twins, she felt very sorry, "It's you and I just now, I didn't see it just now"

"Oh, nothing," George didn't care, "we just wanted to tease you by seeing that your expression was almost as funny as Goyle was snacking along the way." ”

"......" vio instantly felt that his mood would not be better today.

But it was their presence that made her blank mind wake up, realizing that her Potions class in the basement was about to begin.

So, a hectic day kicked off with her running.

The most noteworthy thing should be Professor Trelawney's divination class in the afternoon.

The divination class was in the North Tower, where Vio had never been, and by the time Vio arrived, she was already very tired, but there was a powerful spiraling staircase in front of her.

She gasped for breath as she climbed the whirling ladder.

The more she got to get older, the more dizzy she felt, and finally when she heard the buzzing overhead, she knew she was in the classroom.

"Hey, cheer up, get rid of those evil armors!" shouted a fat man in a painting at her on the wall below the door.

Immediately afterward, he lowered his head into a picture of several sinister and evil-looking monks. "Not to say you, little man!, but if you're thinking about throwing away your bag and getting in......"

Vio ignored him and climbed the last few stairs to a small platform, where most of the class was located.

There was no door on the landing of the staircase, but Vio looked up, and sure enough, as she expected, there was a round trapdoor in the ceiling with a bronze plaque on it.

"Sybil Trilawney, a divination teacher. Vio reads. "So should I go up from here?"

As if to answer her question, the trapdoor suddenly opened, and a silver ladder was placed in front of her.

Everyone fell silent.

VIO took the lead and climbed the ladder.

She arrives in one of the most eccentric classrooms she's ever seen.

In fact, it's not a classroom at all, it's more like 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 depressingly warm, the fireplace was stuffed to the brim, and a large copper kettle was burning on the fire, so that the flame gave off a dull, greasy fragrance.

The circular walls are surrounded by shelves filled with dusty feathers, candle heads, worn playing cards, countless silver crystal balls, and a large pile of tea sets.

After a while, all the people came up, and they made the classroom even more chaotic.

"Where is she?" Pansy asked in a loud voice from behind.

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

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

Vio looked at the voice, thinking it was a large glowing insect.

Professor Trelawney went into the firelight, and they saw that she was very thin;

Her eyes were magnified several times by her large glasses, she wore a shimmering shawl like a light sheer gauze, countless necklaces and beads hung from her slender neck, and bracelets and rings on both arms and hands.

"Sit, my child, sit. So they all clumsily climbed into their armchairs or sunk into bulging cushions, she said.

"Welcome to the divination class," said Professor Trelawney, sitting in a winged armchair in front of the fireplace, "I am Professor Trelawney, and you may not have seen me before." I found that my days were blurred by the hustle and bustle of school life too often. ”

No one said anything about such an unusual declaration. Professor Trelawney meticulously rearranged the shawl and continued, "You have chosen the divination class, which is the most difficult of all magical arts. I must warn you at the outset: if you don't have the 'vision', then there is very little I can teach you, and books can only take you ......so far in this regard." )