Sevrous and Reglous gasped for breath as they climbed the whirling ladder.

Feeling dizzy and dizzy, they finally heard the buzzing overhead, knowing they were in the classroom.

"Goodbye!"

The knight shouted, and lowered his head into a picture of several sinister-looking monks.

"Goodbye, my comrades! If you need a noble mind and muscles of steel, don't forget to call me Sir Cadogan! ”

"yes, we'll call you,"

Sevrous muttered, at which point the knight vanished, "If we need some lunatic." ”

They climbed the last few stairs to a small platform, where most of the class was located.

There are no doors on the stair landing; Reglous pushes Sevrous and points to the ceiling, where there is a circular trapdoor with a bronze plaque on it.

"Hibel•Trelawney, divination teacher."

Reglous reads.

"How can we go up?"

As if to answer his question, the trapdoor suddenly opened, and a silver ladder was placed at Harry's feet.

Everyone fell silent.

They came to one of the most eccentric classrooms they had 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 dim 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.

The two men came up, and Yolanda walked up to the two of them when they saw this, and the whole class was standing around them, whispering.

"Where is she?"

Reglous said.

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

"Welcome,"

The voice said, "It's good to see you in the visible world at last." ”

The first impression of Yolanda was that there 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.

It's really similar to Ravenclaw's Sybil Trelawney, this is the first thought in Yolanda's heart, and it is also the voice of everyone present, Professor Trelawney is Sybil Trelawney's aunt, Yolanda couldn't help but glance back at Sybil, and sure enough, it was not surprising to see that she was staring at her aunt with a full face, and her face was full of admiration.

"Sit, my child, sit."

So they all clumsily climbed onto the armchairs or sunk into bulging cushions, she said.

Yolanda, Sevrous, and Reglous sat at the same round table.