With Tiera's encouragement, Hermione seemed to be more cheerful. Although she was still busy, Hermione seemed to have found the backbone compared to before, exuding a high-spirited fighting spirit.

But even so, even if Hermione has a goal to strive for and has momentum—

She also couldn't stand Professor Trelawney's divination class, and Hermione seemed to be at odds with Professor Trelawney.

Hermione's last divination class was a crystal ball class, the first week after March.

The divination classroom that day was hot and dark as always, and the air was filled with a strong smell of spices——

After losing Sirius as a stand-in, in order to prevent himself from inhaling more spices and causing the prophecy talent to be turned on unexpectedly, every time Tiera took a divination class, he would open two small space passages in his nostrils to connect directly to the green grass outside the castle.

"Hello..." The familiar muffled voice sounded, and Professor Trelawney stepped in from the shadows as usual.

Parvati and Lavender shivered with excitement, their faces illuminated by the milky glow of the crystal ball.

"I've decided to take the crystal ball class a little earlier than originally planned." Professor Trelawney sat down with her back to the fire in the fireplace, and after sitting down, she began to look around, "Fate has told me. Say, your exam in June will be about the sphere, so I'm eager to give you enough practice."

"laugh--"

Tiera heard Hermione, who was sitting next to him, grunt in disdain.

Because Tiera knew that according to the original plot, after a certain divination class, Professor Trelawney would make a prophecy for Harry. They all choose to stay away from Harry-

For example, sitting next to a certain know-it-all who has become completely addicted to Das Kapital.

"Seriously, fate has told her? Who will give the exam questions? She! This kind of prophecy is amazing!" Hermione whispered quietly beside Tiera, "Compared to her, your prophecy is accurate. too much."

Tiera nodded silently, that's not bad, I am a proletarian soldier, we have to rely on our own strength to hold the throat of fate——

Lao Tzu's own prophecy came true.

"Looking at the crystal ball is a very delicate art," said Trelawney, as if in a dream. "You are the first time you have peered into this unfathomable sphere, and of course, with the exception of Mr. Lockhart Jr., I Don't expect any of you to see anything. We should do this by practicing relaxation of the conscious and external eyes to clarify the sun and the superconscious. If we're lucky, some of you may be able to see before the get out of class ends to something."

So they started the free activities of the class——

Almost no one was looking at the crystal ball seriously, Harry was in a daze, Ron began to fall asleep on the table, Hermione took out "Das Kapital" and read it, and Tiera began to read the demon summoning ceremony for the twenty-first time. 's calculation.

"So what did our little genius seer see?" Professor Trelawney came over, dragging her rustling dress.

"I saw you." Tiera said without looking up—

His words immediately caught the attention of the whole class.

"Oh...oh...too, so surprising..." Professor Trelawney said, apparently not expecting Tierra to say that, "You didn't even look at the crystal ball..."

"I opened my eyes, I'm seeing with my eyes," Tiera said, continuing to calculate the formula on the paper.

"Oh... well, well, so what did you see?" Trelawney asked.

"It's nothing." Tiera finally raised her head and said, "It's just a small prophecy."

"Tell me about it," Trelawney said nervously.

"I'd love to show it." Tiera smiled mysteriously, then took out a skull cigarette case from her backpack.

Tiera held the cigarette holder that no one had smoked in more than half a century, and took a deep breath—

Yes, the air, Tiera didn't risk filling it with any spice.

After inhaling, Tiera forced her eyes to sit quietly on the seat for a while—

Suddenly, Tiera opened her eyes, both of his eyes were glowing, and an ethereal smoke rose from Tiera's eyes—

Then, two beams of light spurted out of Tiera's eyes and landed on the table and chairs in the center of the divination classroom—

That's where Trelawney was sitting, Tiera's eyes crossed on the armchair, and a vague, thin figure appeared on the armchair—

It's Professor Trelawney!

The whole class was stunned, including Trelawney.

The phantom Professor Trelawney froze in the armchair, his eyes were slack, his chin dropped, his eyes began to roll wildly, as if he was sick, and then a loud, hoarse voice sounded in this classroom--

"It's going to happen tonight..."

"The Dark Lord lies alone...with no friends, abandoned by his comrades...for twelve years his servant has been locked up. Tonight, before midnight, the servant will break free from his chains and start looking for his master...

"The Dark Lord will rise again with the help of a servant...stronger and more terrifying than ever...Tonight...before midnight...the servant will begin to find his master again..." Trelawney slurred said.

The phantom Professor Trelawney snorted as her head dropped to her chest.

Then, all of a sudden, her head popped up again.

"Sorry, dear child," she said dazedly, as if sleepwalking, "it's too hot during the day, you know I fell asleep for a while..."

Tiera's prophecy ended here, the illusory Professor Trelawney sitting in the armchair disappeared instantly, and Tiera returned to normal, looking at Trelawney—

How does it feel to eat melon and eat yourself?

But Trelawney didn't even notice the look in Tiera's eyes, and she looked horrified now—

"No! It's impossible!" Trelawney yelled. "The Dark Lord can't rise! I can't predict the Dark Lord's rise!"

"You can't predict my prophecy either!" Professor Trelawney almost screamed.

"Hehe." Tiera said nothing, just smiled at Trelawney—

Trelawney is said to be a descendant of the famous ancient Greek prophet Kassandra.

And Cassandra is most famous for her predictions that are extremely accurate, but no one believes them.

It's like Professor Sybil Trelawney after all—

Sometimes even Trelawney herself did not believe her prophecies.

It seems that Professor Trelawney was aroused by Tiera's eyes, she suddenly looked at Tiera angrily, and said--

"You...you are lying!" Trelawney said excitedly, "you are lying! You are not a prophet at all~lightnovelpub.net~ You are not a prophet at all! You were not prophesying at all! You were just making up a lie! "

"Do you know what a prophecy is? Let me tell you what a prophecy is!" Trelawney said suddenly angrily. "You, you, you will be in great danger—"

"Oh please!" Hermione stood up suddenly, slamming the "Das Kapital" and clipping it under her arm, interrupting Trelawney's prediction—

"You're not a prophet at all, you're a liar!" Hermione said angrily, throwing her schoolbag over her shoulder, then grabbed Tiera—

"Let's go! Tiera, let's go! You are already very talented anyway, it doesn't matter if you don't take this class." Hermione said--

Tiera was pulled up by her and dragged to the door, but when she was about to leave the divination classroom, Tiera suddenly stopped.

"Wait for me, Hermione," Tiera said softly, then turned her head—

"Embrace your own talent, Sybill." Tiera said kindly, imitating Dumbledore's voice, "You can fool yourself, but can you fool fate?"