The last exam is a divination class.

After taking this course, William had to work overtime to investigate the practice of the third-grade ancient magic script.

That's right, his practical exams were squeezed to the end by all the teachers.

This highlights the concept of a younger brother within a younger brother.

The results should be fully counted before the end of the semester. The earlier the exam, the more time the professor of that course will naturally have enough time, and the sooner he will be relieved.

So, who will take the twelve courses first...... At this time, it reflects the status of the rivers and lakes.

McGonagall, Snape, Flitwick and Sprout of the Big Four, the latter two ...... One is a good old man, and the other basically has no sense of existence.

The first to take the exam is usually the first two people.

Professor Snape, for example, moves the fastest, and even after the written test in the morning, before eating at noon, the results will be changed.

Then, while eating, he would put on an expression that looked like a fool to everyone.

Even deliberately glancing at someone, revealing a disgusting smile of schadenfreude.

People who are stared at by his death will subconsciously feel that they have failed the exam, and then affect the subsequent exams.

For example, Neville...... I have experienced this kind of collapse many times.

Old psychologist too!

As the younger brother of William, all the professors squeezed his practical exam to the last place.

And peace of mind.

It's the finale to say it's good, but it's hard to say it...... No one treats him like a green onion.

Even Professor Trelawney, who had always been left last in the third-year divination exam, was ahead of William's practical class!

Isn't that insulting!

Who do you look down on?

In the next school year, I said that I wouldn't substitute for that dead woman in Babling.

Speaking of which, I haven't heard from her for a long time, and I don't know what I'm doing, whether I've gained Tom's trust.

While thinking about the United States, William and Autumn walked towards the North Tower.

Many students sat on the spiral staircase leading to Professor Trelawney's classroom, hoping that at the last moment, they would still be able to memorize something.

What is there to remember about this kind of metaphysical exam? You can get through it with your eyes closed.

William hadn't taken this class for a long time, but that didn't prevent him from studying on his own.

Especially the famous book "The Predictions of Tyco Dodonus", which he and Hermione often read as bedtime reading, and then analyzed it indiscriminately.

But this kind of thing is the same as pushing the back picture, only after something happens, will you realize it and taste some flavor.

The door opened, and Elois walked down the stairs with a smug face.

"She said that when I was Christmas this year, I would meet someone I really liked." Elois said proudly.

When she said this, the pimples on her face were all emitting a thick oily shine, like pickled salted duck eggs.

A few more students went up, and soon a familiar muffled voice came.

"Autumn Zhang!"

Autumn quickly climbed the silver staircase and disappeared. After about twenty minutes, he walked down the stairs with an unhappy face.

"How's it going?" William asked.

"Ah, it was terrible, I almost got into a fight with her." Autumn shrugged.

“……”

"She said that in the next school year, I would encounter misfortune and almost drown in the water...... Keep me away from the lake. Autumn didn't care.

"Be careful, she won't say nice things about you if she hasn't come for a semester!" Qiu smiled.

At this point, Professor Trelawney exclaimed, "William Stark! ”

After saying goodbye to William and Cho, they went down the stairs and into the room.

In this tower room, the curtains are drawn and the fire is burning in the fireplace. The temperature was about 40 degrees or more, like a sauna.

Even so, Professor Trelawney was dressed in a thick garment, a clear lelor-like shawl, and various necklaces.

She stood by the cupboard, picked up a bottle of sherry, pulled the lid, and the room immediately filled the room with rich sherry.

"Drink, kid?"

Professor Trelawney asked, but did not mean to give William a drink, but looked up and poured it.

“……”

"Alcohol is a good thing, it allows me to empty my brain and see the future better." She said in a mysterious tone.

"Come on, take a look at our stars." Professor Trelawney said gently.

She waved her silver basswood wand, and the light in the room dimmed, and the stars appeared on the ceiling as if it were night.

"Look at the bright sky...... Now for you...... Then tell me, what do you see......" Professor Trelawney's voice was muffled.

"Oh-" William mimicked the horseman, "Mars is bright today." ”

"The movement of the planets, and the mysterious signs they display, represent the destiny of mankind." Trelawney's voice was ethereal.

"Mars is bright...... What does this portend? ”

"The sparks that can bring war, shining brightly above us, hint that in the near future, there will definitely be a resumption of fighting."

William confidently repeated Ronan's words.

"Really?" Professor Trelawney sighed.

"Oh dear, you've been missing out on a lot of important knowledge since you came to class for too long.

Your answer is a bit disappointing to me...... I'm sure you've done your best, though.

Would you like some sherry...... Although it doesn't taste as good as what you send at Christmas, it can also sober you up. ”

“……”

William grinned, "Professor, I have quite a few more, if this can clear your brain and better foresee the future......"

"Really?" Professor Trelawney opened his eyes and looked deeply at William.

"Kid, be careful...... Mars can cause accidents and other things, when it's at an angle to Saturn, like this—"

William immediately repeated Trelawney's answer.

Satisfied, she quickly wrote something on the parchment on her lap.

William saw the word 'O'.

He stood up and turned to immediately attend the classroom, but a loud, hoarse voice spoke behind him.

William turned his head to see Professor Trelawney frozen in his armchair, his eyes glazed and his jaw drooping.

She felt like a demon, and her eyes began to roll violently.

"Professor, are you alright...... Did you drink too much? ”

Professor Trelawney spoke suddenly, in a hoarse voice, not at all like her usual voice.

"The light is getting gloomy, and the night of vigilance is coming.

With the help of the servants, the ruthless Dark Lord will rise again.

Coldness breeds resentment, and resentment breeds betrayal.

When three traitors appear, death will follow...... Death in the ......"

Professor Trelawney's head hung down to her chest, and she snorted. Then, suddenly, her head snapped and lifted again.

"Sorry, dear child," she said, as if in a dream, "I have just drunk too much cheap wine, you know...... My salary was cut, and I thought maybe it was fake wine......"

William was still standing there, his brow furrowed.

"Is there anything wrong, William?"

"You- you seem to have made a prophecy that the Dark Lord is going to rise again with the help of his servants - and that there will be three traitors-"

Professor Trelawney was completely panicked.

"The Dark Lord? The one who can't even mention his name? William, don't scare me, it's not a joke......"

William stared at Trelawney's face, wondering if she was lying.

"Go, William, this tells us one thing, don't drink fake wine!" Trelawney said quickly.

"I remember you were substitute teaching ancient magic texts, right? Dumbledore should have made a teacher like you go to be the deputy headmaster, much more competent than Minerva. ”

“……”

Isn't that the opposite?

Having known Professor Snape for a long time, William listened to whoever he spoke, and it was like ...... Enigmatical!

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