Just as the little wizards were standing together in groups of three or five, chattering and discussing, a voice suddenly came from the shadows, a soft and vague voice.

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

The first impression of that strange thing on Rolf was that there was a large glowing insect, and Professor Trelawney walked into the place where the fire was shining.

She looked very thin, her big glasses magnified her eyes several times, it seemed that she should be farsighted?

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

"Sit, my children, sit down!" she said, and they all clumsily climbed into the armchairs, or sank into the bulging cushions.

"Welcome to the divination class," said Professor Trelawney, sitting in a winged armchair in front of the fireplace.

"I'm Professor Trelawney, and you may not have seen me before, for I find that my days are blurred by the hustle and bustle of school life so often. ”

No one said anything about such an unusual declaration, after all, her whole person looked chattering and not normal.

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. ”

After hearing this, Rolf and the others all looked at Hermione with a smile, and Hermione was surprised to hear that the books in this class were not very useful, after all, she had a good habit of reciting textbooks in advance.

"Many witches and wizards, as talented as they are at making violent crashing sounds, smells, and sudden invisibility, are unable to see through the fog. ”

Professor Trelawney continued in her godly voice, 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 it were you, I'd not be so sure, dear. Professor Trelawney said, the firelight flickering on her long emerald earrings.

Neville was out of breath, and although his grandmother was very strict with him, it was also his only relative!

Professor Trelawney did not continue with the topic, but calmly continued: "This year we are learning all kinds of basic divination methods.

The first semester was spent deciphering tea leaves, and the next semester we should learn palmistry, by the way, my dear," she said suddenly to Parvati and Patil, "beware of red-haired men!"

Parvati gave Ron a frightened look as Ron was sitting right behind her, and Parvati moved her chair away from Ron a bit.

While Professor Trelawney was still performing her magic stick performance, Rolf was in the closest position to her, enduring her whispering in his ear as his mental power turned into tentacles and penetrated into her body.

Finally, it was Rolf's most exciting part, he had coveted the gifted wizard of the magic stick for a long time.

But there was still one thing that worried him, what was the 'sight' she just said? Did she have it? Don't you end up with a spell model for divination, but you don't have that 'sight'?

"In the summer term," Professor Trelawney continued, not noticing a little wizard peering at his ancestral gift.

"We'll learn how to look at crystal balls, if we've learned about flame omens. Unfortunately, in February, a vicious flu would force classes to close.

I myself will lose my voice, and one of us will leave you forever around Easter. There was a tense silence in the classroom as she said this, but Professor Trelawney didn't seem to feel anything about it.

"I think, my dear," she said to Malfoy, who was now sitting closest to the professor, "could you pass me the biggest teapot?"

Malfoy looked relieved when she heard the request, but fortunately she didn't prophesy herself, and it felt like she didn't have a good word in her mouth?

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

"Now, I want you all to divide into two groups, take a teacup from the shelf, come to me, and I will 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 cup over and buckle it onto the cup holder until the last bit of tea runs out, then give your cup to your partner to read.

Of course, you can use pages 5 and 6 of the book "Clearing the Fog and Looking to the Future" to decipher the shape of tea pomace.

I will walk among you, help you, and show you. Oh, and dear!" She quickly grabbed Neville's arm and pulled him up,

"After you break the first teacup, can you pick one of the blue teacups? I love the pink one!"

That's right, Neville had just walked up to the teacup shelf when the sound of porcelain cracking, maybe he had some kind of unknown talent like the demolitionist Mr. Finnigan?

Professor Trelawney hurried over with a dustpan and broom, and said, "Well, if you don't mind, take a blue one, thank you!"

After Malfoy filled his teacups, they returned to their tables, trying to finish the hot tea quickly.

He looked at Rolf, who was still in a daze with his teacup, and didn't quite understand what he was looking at, so he replaced the empty cup with the hot one in his hand and went to fetch water again.

Rolf was unaware, but Professor Trelawney was a little unsettled, and her mental power was intermittent because of her constant movement.

The young wizards, as Professor Trelawney had taught, slowly shook the tea residues, then dried the teacups and exchanged cups with each other.

"Alright," Malfoy said, and looked at Rolfe to see that the teacup in his hand was still moving, and he was still in a daze.

"Didn't you get a good night's rest last night?" asked Malfoy with a concerned look on his face, and then exchanged the teacups in the hands of the two of them again, and drank the tea again.

But Rolf didn't respond, and was still intently documenting Professor Trelawney's gifted wizard.

Malfoy saw that Rolf was still in a daze, thought he was asleep, and sighed, "That's amazing, can you sleep with your eyes open?" and turned their books to pages five and six.

"What do you see in my teacup?" he muttered to himself, and then, as if split-personality, he took the teacup in one hand and said, "Lots of brown stuff that has bubbled up." ”

"Open your mind, my dear, and let your eyes go beyond the things of the world!" exclaimed Professor Trelawney in the dark.

Malfoy was startled by her shouting, and thought the Professor was yelling at him, but when he looked for the Professor, he found him standing at Harry's desk.

Harry seemed desperate to pull himself together, but he really couldn't see anything, could he?