With Sybil. Professor Trelawney's words fell, and the young wizards exchanged ears, except for Hermione, who was not interested in it in the slightest, and everyone, including McGoss, expressed a sense of anticipation for the upcoming class.

Then she didn't go straight to the class, but recounted the origin of the divination class and the conditions required to learn it, and then she said something that made all the young wizards instantly feel that the class was superior.

"There are many witches and wizards, who are very talented in learning or fighting spells, potions and herbs, using magic, etc., but they cannot see through the fog. This talent is only possessed by very few wizards. ”

"And if you don't have the talent for it, I can teach you very little, and this book can only give you an understanding of the wonders of divination and prophecy, but not a mastery of her."

Hermione, who sat across from McGoss's small table, scoffed at her words, but he didn't think anything was wrong, but agreed. He could see from himself that sometimes talent was indeed the only preconscious condition, for example, he could become a wizard because of his magic riot when he was nine years old, which gave him the possibility of becoming a wizard, and ordinary people who had never had a magic riot, even if he memorized all the magic books upside down, could not use any magic.

This is very unfair, but it has to be accepted and admitted. Sometimes hard work is really just doing useless work, just like some people are born as human beings, and some people are born only as ants.

He didn't think he had a talent for it, he actually believed in himself more than he believed in the so-called prophecy, just like Hermione in his bones.

Looking at Professor Trelawney on the podium, with countless necklaces and beads around her neck, and bracelets and rings on her arms and hands, he actually wondered if any wizard with a talent for prophecy would make accurate predictions like her, only when she went crazy.

Without thinking too much about it, she began to say that this semester's class would be devoted to the interpretation of tea leaves, and then explained what tea divination is, and then made some prophecies, especially when she told everyone that in the time around Easter, one of them would be gone forever. This cast a shadow over the hearts of all the little wizards.

Most wizards are inclined to believe that even magic exists after all, rather than skeptical of her. Isn't divination and prophecy normal?

"With Headmaster Dumbledore and so many magical Headmasters at Hogwarts, who could be in danger?" Hermione didn't believe a word of her prophecy.

"You can't say that." Ron behind her muttered retorted,

"Aren't the first-year Philosopher's Stone and last year's disappearance very dangerous?"

Hermione glared back at him.

"Then tell me, who has left us forever?"

Ron choked and turned to speak to Harry.

Professor Trelawney, not knowing if she noticed that some of the students were unimpressed by her words, asked everyone to pick up a teacup from the surrounding shelves, and then went to her in turn to pour the tea, then drank it, and fiddled with the scraps for the other to interpret the contents of the book.

"Really," Hermione said as she finished the scraps of the teacup and handed it to McGoss.

"Inexplicably, ha, using tea residue for divination, no one in our place believes this."

"How do I feel like you're impatient?" Magos gave her his teacup and looked at her a little strangely.

"In the past, even if you didn't like a class, you weren't as resistant as you are now."

Hermione seemed to realize that she wasn't quite right.

"I'm just," she said, looking down to soothe her emotions,

"I think arithmetic divination is much more interesting than it."

"But have you ever taken a class in arithmetic and divination? I remember taking one of these classes at the same time as us. Harry said softly as he flipped the book to the page of interpretation.

"Because I've read that book." Hermione explained, then quietly began to read.

"I always felt that something was wrong with her, starting with the morning schedule."

Ron's words made Hermione frown, but she couldn't help but turn back at him this time.

"I'll just say there's something wrong with this class." It didn't take long for Hermione to look up at Magos again.

"Huh?"

"Tell me first, what do you see in my teacup?"

McGoss was going to tell her as explained in the book, but his eyes rolled as he spoke.

"You'll be the Minister of the Ministry of Magic in the future."

Hermione was stunned by the answer, and then reacted to being a joke about her.

"So you can't see it accurately."

"Not necessarily." McGoth smiled,

"Okay, what were you going to say?"

"Blank." Hermione handed the teacup to him,

"Nothing, according to the book you have no future."

At this moment, Professor Trelawney happened to walk around them, and when she heard Hermione's words, she hurriedly walked over and took the teacup and looked at it carefully. Then she looked frightened, and took a step back,

"Oh my God!" She screamed in horror, startling all the little wizards, and looked at the teacup in her hand with fear and curiosity in her eyes.

"There is no future, that is to say." She looked at Magos with sympathetic eyes this time,

"The ominous is already on you!"

With a bang, all the young wizards left their chairs and gathered around Magos to look at him, sympathetic and curious.

"Nonsense." Hermione's face flushed with anger. She really couldn't understand the professor who cursed his students in the first class of school.

McGoth was also unhappy in his heart, this Nima can't see the future, it's ominous? Harry's godfather went to find him unknown, no matter what good or bad things happened, the result was unknown?

"Professor." McGoth stood up and patted Hermione to tell her not to get too excited.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"You say." Professor Trelawney looked at him with the eyes of a critically ill patient.

"Have you ever predicted the good side of divination for others, except for danger, crisis, and ominous?"

Trelawney's face straightened,

"Divination is all about making people aware of the danger coming from ahead, so that they can make better prevention."

McGoth simply ignored the remark.

"So you don't?"

However, Trelawney also ignored his rhetorical question, which she regarded as a layman's question, and she did not bother to answer.

"There is no future, is there another explanation, that is, I am creating the future." Speaking of this, McGoth glanced around with a smile on his face.

Trelawney snapped, her eyes clouded, and she looked down at the teacup in her hand again.

"A myriad of ominous things will be with you, and you will either become ominous or end up ominous." The tone without emotion fluctuation made all the little wizards stunned, how could they say an answer again? And how does it feel more terrifying than the one just now?

McGoth sat down with a smile, if he just quietly studied magic and didn't interfere in the fight between Voldemort and Harry, at the last minute, it was a big deal to emigrate to other countries, would the result have changed again?

Trelawney shuddered suddenly, looking at the surprised eyes of the little wizards around her, she threw the teacup to McGoss, as if she hadn't said another result just now, asked the others not to disturb McGoss, and then went to explain it to the other little wizards.