Half an hour between two classes is enough time for Year 5 students to exchange ideas.

Obviously, while most people don't have a good impression of Ferenze's class, it's more interesting than Trelawney's divination class, at the very least, being able to sit in the woodland and watch the scenery.

As for voting, the vast majority of Gryffindor students undoubtedly wanted to vote for Ferencze, while the vast majority of Slytherin students scoffed at the centaurs, saying that even if the Oriental was just standing on the podium and saying nothing, the centaurs would not be able to get their votes.

As for the other two houses, they didn't have such extreme ideas, but they thought it would be a pleasure to be able to deflate Umbridge.

"Ferenze has won!"

Harry, who had inquired about the news, looked elated, waving his arms exaggeratedly on the way to the divination classroom, imagining how Umbridge would lose face, and how Dumbledore would salvage the situation and finally drive the toad out of Hogwarts.

Although Hermione had repeatedly reminded that the outcome of the incident would not affect the situation, and that Umbridge's appearance at Hogwarts was rooted in the suspicions of the Minister of Magic, Fudge, such disappointing remarks were obviously not accepted by Harry and Ron.

Walking to the door of the classroom, Ron peered inside.

"Oh, he's not here yet."

The three of them then walked in relaxed and found the seat they were most familiar with.

"Maybe not." Harry said, "After all, everyone knows that the outcome is already doomed. ”

"At least that's not what Umbridge thinks." Ron squeezed his eyes and looked at Umbridge who walked in from the classroom door, who had changed his clothes and still had a gloomy face.

Behind her was Professor McGonagall, and the two professors overseeing the open class sat down in the last seats.

One after another, the classroom was finally full, but the protagonist of the class never appeared.

Ron looked at his watch and said, "There's still one minute to go, maybe you guessed it, Harry." ”

"Looks like we can get out of class early." Harry said with a sigh of relief, "We'll go to the Quiddi court later?" ”

"Don't think too much about it, if he doesn't come, Professor Umbridge will definitely let us go back to Defence Against the Dark Arts class." Hermione whispered.

"Yes." Harry and Ron sighed in disappointment at the same time.

What disappointed them even more was that at the moment when the class bell rang, a figure Shi Shiran stepped into the classroom door.

Everyone's eyes were focused on him, and this Mr. Tang, as everyone remembered, was wearing a well-fitting and decent suit, still wearing a top hat, so that those narrow eyes were hidden in the shadow of the brim.

Ron heard a small exclamation from some girl, and he spat disdainfully into Harry's ear and said, "Do you think he looks like a man?" ”

"Lockhart!" Harry said categorically.

The two looked at each other and smiled tacitly.

Then, seeing that Mr. Lockhart had not said a word, they took out some pieces of paper and pasted them on the blackboard one by one.

It wasn't until the blackboard was plastered that he turned around and looked at everyone in the classroom with a smile.

"I think I need to introduce myself first."

His voice was calm and calm, "My surname is Tang, you can call me Mr. Tang or Professor Tang in the future." ”

"Okay, Professor Lockhart." Ron grinned and whispered in response.

But the next moment, he saw Professor "Lockhart" on the stage turn his head and stare at him calmly.

"Mr. Weasley, please stand up."

"I" Ron was startled, he was sure that his voice was so small that even Harry, who was sitting next to him, could not hear it clearly, he stood up in a wistful way, and heard the professor ask, "Can you repeat what you just said?" ”

Ron said quickly, "I didn't say anything. ”

The professor smiled slightly, turned around, and uncovered the first sheet of paper on the blackboard.

There is an inexplicable line of words on it.

"Ron Weasley: Okay, Professor Lockhart."

He turned around again and smiled, "Mr. Weasley, is that what you just said?" ”

Ron was dumbfounded, looking at the piece of paper as if he had seen a ghost, and stammered, "How could this be."

"Please sit down."

Tang Sen no longer looked at him, but looked around at everyone and asked slowly, "Are there any classmates who want to know what my actions just now mean?" ”

"Don't talk to each other?"

One student said cautiously.

Townsend turned and uncovered a piece of paper again.

"Colin Creevey: No head-to-head talk."

There was a low exclamation in the classroom, and Townsend looked at the student and said, "I just came to Hogwarts and haven't gotten the student roster yet, so are you Mr. Colin Creevey?" ”

"Yes, Professor." Colin's expression was even more exaggerated than Ron's, and his eyes were about to pop out.

"Why is this on paper?"

"It must be some kind of shorthand spell or something." One student swore by the words, "The moment you say this, these words are written down on paper!" ”

Townsend flipped through the next piece of paper, which accurately recorded the student's words and name.

"Oh, Lavender Brown, looks like I've got a new student." Tang Sen said unhurriedly, "You react quickly, some shorthand spells can indeed do this kind of thing, so-"

He pointed to Umbridge and Professor McGonagall, who were sitting at the back, and said, "Before the class, I handed the professors two papers, which were exactly the same as the ones I had written on the blackboard. ”

The students turned their heads to see Professor McGonagall looking at the parchment in her hand in surprise, and Umbridge's expression was even more exaggerated, as if she had seen Secretary Fudge doing a striptease.

"Professor McGonagall, is this true?" Harry couldn't help but stand up and asked.

Then he realized that Professor McGonagall and Umbridge's eyes had already fallen on him before he could speak.

"Merlin is on top." Everyone heard Umbridge whisper, "This can't be!" ”

"Mr. Potter." Professor McGonagall put her hand over the parchment and said, "I've been waiting for you to say that. So far, at least, everything on paper has happened, or is happening. ”

With that, her gaze shifted to Hermione's in the next moment.

"Verbal induction can do this kind of thing." She frowned and speculated seriously: "When I was a child, I read some materials, and some masters who are proficient in psychology can induce others to say definite words. ”

Townsend tore open the next piece of paper, looked at the name, and said, "Miss Granger, maybe I have a way to dispel your doubts." ”

He smiled and said, "Please turn around." ”

Seeing the other party's cooperative turn, Tang Sen said: "You can think of a word, or a sentence, no matter how obscure and complicated." ”

With that, Townsend smiled mysteriously at the students staring at him, and uncovered the next piece of paper for everyone to see.

"Now, tell me what you're going to say."

Hermione said without hesitation, "The price of the shirt is nine pounds and fifteen pence!" ”

Then, she heard an unprecedented, deafening exclamation erupt from the classroom.

She turned around in confusion and saw that on the piece of paper, this sentence was written word for word.

"Miss Granger, you can designate the next student to continue this little game." Townsend tapped on the lesson plan, motioned for the students to be quiet, and then said.

Hermione was in a trance and confused, pointing at someone casually.

Townsend also uncovered the next piece of paper, which had a person's name on it.

"Neville Longbottom."

Neville hesitated to his feet.

"Mr. Longbottom, please turn around."

Townsend reminded, "You can say whatever you want. ”

Then, he uncovered the paper on the blackboard, and at the same time, Neville uttered the exact same words as the contents of the paper: "Memory Ball!" ”

The whole classroom was boiling.

Everyone, including Professor McGonagall and Umbridge, couldn't help but stand up, instinctively displaying their shock with a variety of sounds and movements.

Tang Sen knocked on the lesson plan several times before finally quieting the classroom again, looking at the students who were blushing and their emotions had not calmed down at all, Tang Sen said slowly:

"You must be curious how I did it."

"The answer is obvious."

He uncovered a piece of paper with two neatly written words.

Divination.

"Many of the people present, or all of them, have a mysterious and unpredictable impression of divination."

"It is even believed that divination does not exist at all, that no one can predict the future, and that the so-called divination is only woven from lies and luck."

"That's why I'm here."

Townsend said word by word:

"I'm here to change, and even subvert, the world's perception of divination."

(End of chapter)