After she said this, there was a tense silence in the classroom. Hermione poked Charon, and he yawned, "It's all, none of it will come true!" But Professor Trelawney didn't seem to feel anything about 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 shuddered. "Again, that's the standard cliché." Charon was almost tired of it. The teacher seemed to be just a magic stick.

"Now, I want you all to divide into two groups. 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 this book 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 love that 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!" ”

Hermione was a little surprised, and asked Charon sideways, "What's going on?" ”

Charon was not surprised at all, and replied casually: "Some little tricks, just psychological hints." ”

After the four of them had filled their teacups, they returned to their tables and tried to finish the piping hot tea quickly. They shook the tea residues as Professor Trelawney taught, then dried the cups and exchanged cups with each other.

"All right," Ron said, turning to pages five and six at the same time, "what do you see in my teacup?" ”

"Lots of brown stuff bubbled up." Harry said. The thick scented smoke from the classroom made him want to sleep.

Hermione looked at her teacup and asked suspiciously, "Charon, can this thing really see the future?" ”

Charon was studying his teacup with great interest, and when he heard the question behind him, he turned to answer with a head, "Hermione, didn't I tell you?" Divination is essentially the use of one's subconscious mind to discover the connection between things, that is to say, the root of divination is the ability of the diviner, not the method of divination. For a clever soothsayer, throwing a leaf to see the direction of the wind and the shape of the dust can give him a glimpse of the future. ”

But for the average soothsayer, the method of divination is very important. Generally speaking, the more lengthy and complex the divination method, the more effective it will be, and the divination method of looking at the shape of the tea leaves like this can only be mastered by a very skilled diviner. Of course, our professor seems to be a little worse. However, she often goes out of her body and connects with the mysterious powers of the world, so sometimes she has unexpected accuracy. This out-of-body method will seriously affect your soul, and if you do too much, you will become a stupid madman. ”

They were whispering to each other, and the professor was still trying to make everyone understand this skill that she didn't even understand.

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

Harry tried desperately to pull himself together, and he talked nonsense as he felt.

"Well, you now have a rickety cross," he said, looking at it, "which means that you are going to have trials and tribulations, which I regret, but there is something here, which seems to be the sun." Wait, it means great happiness, so you will be unlucky, but you will be very happy......"

"If you ask me, I'm going to say you need to test your talent." Ron said that they both had to hold back a laugh as Professor Trelawney was looking at them.

"It's my turn," Ron looked into Harry's teacup, his forehead wrinkled with effort. "There's a mess here, like a bowler hat," he said, "maybe you're going to work for the Ministry of Magic!" ”

He turned his teacup to the other side.

"But it's more like an acorn that looks like that, so what's that?" He flipped through his book, "Windfall, unexpected gold." Awesome, you can lend me some. There's another thing here," he turned his teacup around, "and it looks like an animal." Yes, if that's the head, it looks like a hippopotamus, no, like a sheep......"

Harry burst out laughing, and Professor Trelawney spun around.

"Let me see, dear." She said to Ron unhappily, and quickly walked over and snatched the teacup from Ron's hand. Everyone was quiet and watched. Professor Trelawney stared at the teacup as he turned it in a counterclockwise direction.

"Falcon, dear, you have a mortal enemy."

"But everybody knows about it." Hermione muttered loudly. Professor Trelawney glared at her.

"Well, that's right," Hermione said, "everyone knows about Harry and the Mystery. ”

Harry and Ron glared at her, surprised and admired. They had never heard Hermione speak like that to the teacher. Professor Trelawney deliberately did not answer. Her big eyes looked back into Harry's teacup, and she continued to turn it.

"There was an attack. Honey, honey, this is not a lucky teacup......"

"I thought it was a bowler hat." Ron said nervously.

"Skull, future in jeopardy, dear ......" Everyone looked at Professor Trelawney in amazement, and she turned her teacup one last time, gasping for air, and then screaming. There was another sound of porcelain shattering: Neville broke the second cup.

Professor Trelawney sat down in an empty armchair, her gleaming 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 ......"

"What's wrong, Professor?" Dean Thomas said immediately. Everyone stood up, slowly gathering around Harry and Ron's table, closer to Professor Trelawney's armchair, to get a better view of Harry's teacup.

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

"What do I have?" Harry said. He knew he wasn't the only one who didn't understand the word: Dean Thomas shrugged at him, Lavender Brown looked confused, but the others almost all shook their hands over their mouths because they were terrified.

"'Ominous', my darling, 'Ominous'!" Professor Trelawney exclaimed, and Harry was shocked that he didn't understand.

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

Harry's stomach cramped. The dog on the cover of the >bookstore, the dog in the shadows of Magnolia Crescent Street, Ron also put his hand over his mouth. Everyone looked at Harry.

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.

"When will you all decide if I'm going to die or not?" Harry said, unconsciously taken aback. Now no one seems to want to look at him.

"I guess that's all for today's lesson," Professor Trelawney said, in her most muffled voice, "please pack your things......

The class silently returned the teacup to Professor Trelawney, closed the book, and packed up the bag.

"Until we meet again," said Professor Trelawney weakly, "good luck to all. Oh dear. ”

Without saying a word, Harry and Ron walked down Professor Trelawney's stairs and spiral staircase, and Charon pulled Hermione after him, patting Harry on the shoulder and comforting, "Hey, Harry, this Professor Trelawney is nothing more than a third-rate whammy. Don't take her word for it too seriously! ”

Harry nodded. The rest of the conversation and laughter made Harry relieved. When it comes to Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class. The rest of the class kept staring at Harry with sneaky glances, as if he was going to fall to the ground and die at any moment. Professor McGonagall was keenly aware of this.

"Seriously, what's wrong with you all today?" Professor McGonagall said, with a slight pop. She had changed from a cat to her original form, and looked around at the students, "It doesn't matter, but this is the first time that my transformation has not won the applause of the class." ”

Everyone's heads turned to Harry again, but no one spoke. Then Hermione raised her hand.

"Professor, we just had a divination class, we read tea leaves, and we ......"

"Ah, of course," Professor McGonagall said, frowning suddenly, "there's no need to go on, Miss Granger. Tell me, who of you will die this year? ”

Everyone stared at her.

"Me." Finally Harry said.

"Understood." Professor McGonagall said, her small round eyes staring at Harry, "Well, Potter, you should know that Sybil Trelawney has prophesied the death of a student every year since she came to this school. So far, none of them have died. Anticipating the signs of death is her favorite way of welcoming new students. If I'm not someone who never speaks ill of my colleagues,"