The first class in the third grade is a divination class, and the classroom is at the top of the North Tower.

Professor Trelawney has lived in this somewhat remote part of the world since he arrived at Hogwarts.

Ten minutes before class, William, Cho, and Marietta arrived at a platform.

A group of people were waiting there at the platform.

It turned out that there were no stairs in the vicinity, and the door of the divination classroom had a trapdoor in the ceiling.

Chic classroom!

At that moment, the trapdoor suddenly opened, and a silver ladder fell.

Everyone began to line up and slowly ascended the silver staircase.

Thanks to Professor Trelawney's "good reputation", there are many students who choose this course, and everyone regards it as a compulsory course for mixed grades.

William climbed the ladder and entered an eccentric classroom.

In fact, it's not a classroom at all, it's more like a mixture of an attic and an old-fashioned teahouse.

If there are melon seeds and an old man with a shocking wood to comment on the story, it will be more similar.

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.

Judging from the decoration style, it is very similar to what William had seen in his previous life, those special places located in some deep alleys, unknown, but always found.

William also specialized in why he wore red.

The red light is eye-catching, a red light in the dark night, like a lighthouse in the sea, warm and fascinating.

The red light also gives people a mysterious color, urging people to enter the dark place...... Explore.

William looked around, and like most single women's rooms, it was a mess.

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.

Looks like it hasn't been cleaned up in years.

When everyone entered the classroom, a voice suddenly came from the shadows, the kind of trance-like, indistinct voice.

Kind of like Luna's style.

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

Professor Trelawney walked into the firelight, she was very thin and had a large pair of glasses.

She wore a shimmering sheer gauze shawl over her shoulders, numerous necklaces and beads around her slender neck, and bracelets and rings on her arms and hands.

At first glance, it looks like an antique!

Of course, it can also be fake.

"Sit, my boys, sit." Trelawney seemed happy to see so many students.

"I'm happy and sad to be here to be honest."

"I am glad that you are all willing to follow me into the world of prophecy, and I am sad that ......"

Professor Trelawney choked up and wiped his nose with a cloth handkerchief.

"I'm sorry, I'm a little out of shape."

"Professor, what's wrong?" Judy Crouch of Slytherin House boldly asked.

"You're sick, we don't have to attend this class?" Jon Hart guessed excitedly.

"You were expelled from Professor Dumbledore?" Elena Kasrina said excitedly.

"If you are fired, I will not be fired." Professor Trelawney glared at her, then sighed.

"Alas, believe me, ignorance is bliss, children, you won't want to know."

Professor Trelawney said this, and everyone was even more curious.

"I can't tell you, really!" Professor Trelawney shook his head, "It's about a prophecy, a millennial prophecy.

In 1999, wizards would sign a non-disclosure agreement on the matter...... Don't ask, I can't say, although it's only 92 years now!

Speaking out will affect the future timeline and cause unpredictable disasters.

Maybe everyone will die! ”

Everyone looked at each other, listening to her meaning, as if the year 2000 was the end of the world.

William raised his eyebrows, could it be the famous battle to defend the earth in his previous life?

But one thing to say, Professor Trelawney is really like a magic stick, especially when it comes to attracting the attention of young wizards, what a skill!

After fooling everyone, Trelawney sat down in an armchair in front of the fireplace, her eyes tightly closed, her voice drifting.

"Regardless of what the future holds, welcome to my divination lesson.

Being able to choose this course means that everyone has some wisdom. It will go further than those who go to other classes. ”

William and Cho glanced at each other, listening to Professor Trelawney's tone, the students who didn't come to her class were all stupid.

Professor Trelawney meticulously rearranged the shawl and continued, "You should be aware that the Divination class will be the most difficult of all the magical arts you will face.

Yes, I noticed that many students brought "Intermediate Transfiguration", and I must say that the difficulty of this course is far greater than that of Transfiguration.

Even Minerva had to admit it. ”

Everyone looked at each other with suspicion, they didn't know if it was difficult to transfigulate, but divination was notoriously good.

All you need is a little bit of a lie.

And this ability is innate to many people, especially witches.

"I know you're skeptical, so you can ask Professor McGonagall after class. What did she get in her divination class during the LS level exam? ”

Professor Trelawney continued: "Before I start the lesson, I must remind you that if you don't have 'vision', then I have very little to teach you, and it takes talent.

I don't mean to boast, but in this day and age, there are very few prophets with a wide range of 'horizons' like me.

Otherwise, how could Professor Dumbledore invite me to teach this lesson?

By the way, he also gave me a salary increase last year, just to keep me, although I had already seen it with Tianmu. ”

On this issue, everyone also wants to know that many senior students believe that Professor Trelawney is Dumbledore's illegitimate daughter.

She walked around the classroom like a ghost.

"Many witches and wizards, for all their genius at making violent crashing sounds, scents, and sudden invisibility, are unable to see through the fog."

Professor Trelawney continued, her large, glowing eyes roaming the crowd.

"It's a talent that only a few people have. You, child—" she said suddenly to Judy Crouch, "how is your uncle?" ”

"I think it's good." Judy shrank her head.

"Oh, I don't think so, he's going to be in big trouble."

Professor Trelawney's intimidation and flickering finally drew everyone's attention.

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