"First of all, our new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, Remus. Lupin. ”

There was a round of applause from the audience, and Kano heard the senior students talking to each other.

"Another one? What was the name of the last one? ”

"I'm too lazy to remember the face of the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor."

Lupin, dressed in somewhat shabby robes, stood up to greet everyone, with a helpless smile on his face.

The Dark Defense Professor is considered a high-risk profession in the wizarding world, and if it weren't for the fact that Lupin is a werewolf, it is difficult to find a job, and his life is poor, he would not consider accepting this job.

Of course, several Gryffindor students who had seen his prowess on the train were still applauding hard.

"As for our second new teacher. Our Magical Creature Protection Professor, Mr. Kate Byrne, has retired. Dumbledore stretched out his hand to Hagrid, who was fidgeting in the staff seat, "The teaching of this subject will be taught by our gamekeeper Rubeus. Hagrid concurrently serves. ”

This time, not only was there little applause from below, but the students also began to whisper, and the applause of Harry and the others did not set the mood in kind.

Last year's incident in the back room caused the students to dig up the news from years ago, and Hagrid suffered from a different kind of vision for a while.

Hagrid became even more uneasy at the sight, and the chair under his ass creaked ominously.

"Please be still, children. The allegation that Hagrid unleashed the monster in the secret room has been dropped last year. Dumbledore smiled and said, "It's been many years late, but I'm honored to tell you that Rubeus . Hagrid, an innocent man, has always been. ”

"To avenge the wrongs," Dumbledore took the lead in applauding.

This time, everyone gave a standing ovation and looked at Hagrid with joyful eyes. Hagrid pulled out a handkerchief the size of a tablecloth and wiped away tears of excitement.

"Thank you... Thank you. I'll be in the future... Would be a good professor... Thank you. ”

"That's all I have to say, let's enjoy the dinner."

The steaming food dispelled the cold brought by the Dementors, and the despair of a few hours ago was forgotten like a phantom.

Until the next morning, everyone was still in a good mood, and the Dementors were like a nightmare, deliberately forgotten by the young wizards.

"Hermione, I know you're good, but there's no way you're going to be in three classrooms at the same time." Ron frowned and looked at Hermione's class schedule, and Hermione stopped Ron's curious inquiry.

Kano looked at the metal chain around Hermione's neck, knowing that the time-turner was now on her chest.

"Alright, let's eat. Our first divination class was in the North Tower, so it was best to leave early. Kano said in a conciliatory voice.

Unfortunately, when Kano sat in the divination classroom, he began to regret choosing this class.

There were twenty small round tables in the classroom, the curtains were drawn in broad daylight, and all the lamps were covered with red scarves, creating a hazy atmosphere.

The fireplace was blazing, and Kano could smell that there were many kinds of herbs and spices added to it, all of which could support the prophecy.

But no one would throw all these things into the fire at the same time, it would be useless. Not to mention the strange smell of this mixture, which made Kano, who had a keen sense, almost breathless.

Environmental problems can be endured, and Kano has not forgotten that he is here to prophesy.

As a druid, Kano was able to "see" the aura of the Prophet. When the halo shines, their prophecies are naturally accurate.

But now Kano has discovered that Trelawney is too special. Even if she didn't speak, her "aura" would flicker like a badly touched light bulb in Kano's eyes, and Kano couldn't confirm which of Trelawney's predictions was accurate.

The prophesied plan went bankrupt.

"It's nice to see you in the physical world."

Sybil. Trelawney spoke from the armchair, and the lesson began.

She was very thin and wore a large pair of glasses. She was covered in sparkling gems and jewelry, but the well-informed Kano could tell at a glance that many of them were fakes.

“… I have to say it first, and if you don't have discernment, there's nothing I can do. That's all books can teach you in this field......"

That's right, for example, Kano, the all-powerful king of the druid realm, really can't make a single prediction.

Ron and Harry looked at Hermione with interest and frowned, she couldn't understand what Trelawney meant, and felt like she was shirking her responsibility.

No way, Hermione is a complete science and engineering mindset, values logic and hates intuition, so she shouldn't have come to this class.

In the next time, Kano saw a business show of old deception.

She frightened most of the young wizards with sensational prophecies, and then quietly established her own image of authority in their minds.

Translate it.

Trelawney: "Outside of all of you here, I see that your seal hall is black, and there will be a bloody disaster recently." ”

"If you ignore it, you will ruin your wealth and avoid disasters, or you will ruin your family and kill people, and you will be dead on the streets."

The wizards and outsiders hurriedly asked: "Dare to ask the master, how to resolve it?" ”

"You need to get a tattoo of silver... Ahem, give me a good lesson in divination, and the disaster will be resolved naturally. ”

In the tea divination that followed, Harry and Ron were told a few things, and Hermione's brow furrowed deeper and deeper.

Kano couldn't tell whether the prophecy was true or false, and Trelawney glanced at his tea residue and didn't say anything.

After the divination class, the young wizards climbed down the ladder in a daze, discussing the ominous omen that had just been one per capita.

Of course, Harry lived up to expectations and received the omen of "death".

It wasn't until the Transfiguration class that Professor McGonagall's words finally brought the young wizards out of this nervous state.

"Sybil. Every year, Trelawney prophesied the death of a student in the first class, and so far, none of them have died. Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, "If it weren't for the fact that I never speak ill of my colleagues... In short, there are very few true prophets. ”

Everyone relaxed, and Harry let out a long sigh.

"Kano, do you say Professor Trelawney is a liar, or a true prophet?"

At lunchtime, Harry couldn't resist asking Kano. If there was anyone among his friends who could predict the prophet, it was Kano.

"In fact, Professor Trelawney has a real knack." As soon as Kano spoke, he noticed that Harry's face had turned pale.

"But prophecy is always another form of afterthought." "True prophecy is not always remembered. Only when things are irreparable will people confirm the truth of a prophecy. ”

So never let prophecy hold you back. Our destiny is in our own hands, and whatever the outcome, it is our own choice. ”

"As long as it's our own path, don't regret it."

Kano tapped him on the shoulder, and Harry nodded thoughtfully.