"Bang Bang Bang-" The sleeping pills given to Blake yesterday had taken effect, and he woke up to find himself locked in a cage that had been enchanted and couldn't be opened by magic. So he slammed into the cage as hard as he could, trying to get himself out or bring in rescue.

"Don't make a noise." Aitch rubbed his sporadic sleepy eyes and threw the pillow towards the cage, and Erwin scratched his little paws in dissatisfaction. It wasn't dawn yet, and it was still gray outside.

Blake's green eyes, through the cage, saw Edge, and immediately became honest, stuck out his tongue, and begged Edge's to let him out.

Aitch was wearing her pajamas, rubbing her face, trying to wake herself up. He crouched down in front of Black and said something astonishing, "Are you awake?" Black. ”

Blake tried to hide his horror, but there was still a hint of despair in his eyes as Aitch shook a piece of parchment.

Live Point Map!

Blake is arguably the best person in the world who knows this magical map. Back then, in order to facilitate the prank, he and his friends made it together. Within Hogwarts, anyone's whereabouts and passages can be found there. So Black knew that even Polyjuice and Animagus couldn't hide his real name on the map of the living spots.

"Don't want to talk to me? The cage is big enough for you to transform back into human form, and I saw the name of a dead man when I was in first grade. Blake let out a menacing roar, knowing who Aitch was talking about.

Year 3 students have to add a lot of lessons, and divination is one of them. According to her seniors, Professor Sybil Trelawney was always a chattering person, and few senior students would believe her. And she always likes to prophesy someone's death as a welcome to new students, which she doesn't know makes the divination class even less credible.

The Divination classroom, located at the top of the North Tower, was one of the most eccentric 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.

Even in September, when summer had just passed, the classroom was still depressingly warm, the fireplace was full, 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, dilapidated tower signs, countless silver crystal balls, and a large pile of tea sets.

Suddenly, a voice came from the shadows, that soft, indistinct voice. "Welcome," the voice said, "it's good to see you in the tangible world at last." ”

Edge's first impression 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. Professional goddess dress.

"Sit, my child, sit." She said. So they all clumsily climbed into the armchairs or sank into the bulging cushions. Harry and Ron sat at the same round table. Aitch and Hermione sat on the other side, trying to get as close to the professor's position as possible.

"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 an overly hectic school life would blur my vision. ”

Every new teacher has a manifesto, like Professor McGonagall, like Professor Snape, and their words in the first class make everyone involuntarily take their subject seriously. No one said anything about such an unusual opening in the divination class.

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 do not have the 'Vision', then there is very little I can teach you, and books can only take you so far in this regard......"

Hearing this, Harry and Ron both looked at Hermione with a smile, and Hermione looked surprised to hear that the books for this class were not very useful.

"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 turning from face to face. "It's a talent that only a few people have. You, boy," she said to Neville suddenly, who nearly fell off his cushion, "How is your grandmother?" ”

"I think it's good." Neville said with a shudder.

"If I were you, I'd not be so sure, dear." Professor Trelawney said the firelight flickered on her long emerald earrings.

Neville gasped for breath, and began to worry about her grandmother who had only been separated yesterday because of her words.

Professor Trelawney continued calmly, as if forgetting the intimidation of Neville, "This year we have learned all kinds of basic divination methods. The first semester was spent on interpreting tea leaves. Next semester we should learn palmistry. By the way, my dear," she said abruptly to Parvati Patil in the front row, "beware of red-haired men. ”

Parvati gave a frightened look at Ron, who was sitting right behind her. Parvati moved her chair away from Ron.

"In the summer term," Professor Trelawney continued, "we will learn to look at crystal balls, if we have learned about flame omens. Unfortunately, in February, a vicious flu would force classes to close. I would have lost my voice myself. Around Easter, one of us will leave you forever. ”

After she said this, there was a tense silence in the classroom, but Professor Trelawney seemed to feel no sense of it.

"I think, dear," she said to Lavender Brown, who sat closest and shrunk in her chair in fright, "can you hand me the biggest teapot?" ”

Lavender looked relieved, stood up, and took a large teapot from the shelf and placed it on the table in front of Professor Trelawney.

"Thank you, dear. By the way, the thing you are afraid of will happen on Friday, October 16th. Lavender trembled with fear.

"Now, I want you all to split up in pairs. Take a teacup from the shelf, come to me, and I'll pour tea into the cup. Then sit down, drink tea, and drink until only the tea leaves are left in the cup. Shake the tea residue three times with your left hand, then flip the teacup over and buckle it onto the teacup holder; Wait until the last bit of tea is gone, then give your teacup to your partner to interpret. You can use pages 5 and 6 of the book "Clearing the Fog and Looking into the Future" to decipher the shape of tea pomace. I will walk among you, help you, and show you. Oh, and the dear ......," she grabbed Neville's arm and pulled him up, "After you break the first teacup, can you pick one of the blue-patterned teacups?" I don't really like the pink one. ”

That's right, Neville had just walked over to the teacup shelf when the sound of porcelain cracking. Professor Trelawney hurried over with a dustpan and broom, and said, "Well, if you don't mind, take a blue one, thank you!" ”

With each of Edge's and Hermione's teacups filled, they returned to their table and managed to finish the hot tea quickly. They shook the tea residues as Professor Trelawney taught, then dried the cups and exchanged cups with each other.

"Let me see." Hermione flipped the book open and snatched the teacup from Edge's hand.

"Falcon, you have a mortal enemy." Hermione covered her mouth.

"I think after becoming the heir of Slytherin, there is something that I didn't have." The Ministry of Magic took advantage of the situation to promote it, and the public opinion that Voldemort had been preaching was dealt a heavy blow, not to mention the big plan to ruin people's secret rooms. And that's what Slytherin asks for.

Professor Trelawney didn't think anyone could succeed the first time, and in her opinion, prophecy was a great deal of talent, and no one else was but herself. She sat down at Edge's table and took the cup from Hermione, her big eyes looking into Edge's teacup, turning the cup in an instant.

"It's not a lucky teacup......" she said, giving Hermione a suspicious look, a disguised affirmation of Hermione's claim.

"Skull, the future is in danger, dear...... Things you want to avoid will happen, and the source is all around you. Everyone looked at Professor Trelawney in amazement, then at Hermione, and now at Edge's side, counting her closest.

Professor Trelawney turned the teacup one last last time, gasped, and screamed. There was another sound of porcelain shattering: Neville broke the second cup.

Professor Trelawney sat down in the empty armchair at once, her shiny hands caressing her heart and her eyes closed. "My dear child, my poor, dear child, no, it is better not to say it? Don't ask me......" Her words aroused everyone's curiosity even more.

"What's wrong, Professor?" Dean Thomas said immediately. Everyone stood up, and slowly gathered around Edge's table, closer to Professor Trelawney's armchair, so that they could see Edge's teacup more clearly.

"My dear," Professor Trelawney's wide eyes opened dramatically, "you're ominous. ”

Aitch didn't seem convinced, and smiled politely.

"'Ominous', my darling, 'Ominous'!" Professor Trelawney exclaimed, Edge's indifference striking her.

"That ghostly dog roaming the cemetery, my dear child, is a bad omen, the worst omen, a harbinger of death!"

Harry's stomach cramped. He remembered the dog on the cover of the book "Death Omen" in the Blotted bookstore, and couldn't help but believe it a little more. Lavender Brown also put his hand over his mouth. Referring to Professor Trelawney's prophecy about Easter, everyone felt that Edge's death was near.

Everyone looked at Edge. Because he laughed even more clearly when he heard this, as if it was just a funny joke, and the joke was about someone else.

Except for Hermione, who stood up and walked around the back of Professor Trelawney's chair. "I don't think it's ominous." She said bluntly.

Professor Trelawney looked at Hermione, disliking her even more. A look of expectation, of course, "I said don't be upset, dear, I found that the aura around you is very small, and you can only turn the book, but unfortunately it is useless." Poor receptivity to future resonance. She kept shaking her head.

"I guess that's all for today's lesson," said Professor Trelawney, who had already messed up Edge's omens in the lesson, and in her most muffled voice, "please pack your things......"