Shawn added the divination class that had been excluded from the plan, because he was given a Sybill Trelawney card (gold).

The description of the card effect is amazing, a future prediction that is absolutely accurate and will not be changed.

Before that, Sean couldn't know the specific content of the prophecy, so it might be a trivial matter, or it might be a terrible big change. Of course, if you predict your own terrible future, you can only wait for bad luck .

Whether it's to press the card to the bottom of the box, or to use the card more reliably and safely in the future, Sean decided to take Professor Trelawney's course well, after all, the professor's name is written on the card. .

When Sean walked into the divination classroom and sat in the calico armchair, he still sighed involuntarily.

The room full of pungent smell was so hot that people were sweating, all the curtains were pulled tightly, and the dim red light shone on the small round table in front of Sean. By the roaring fireplace lay a huge pile of teacups, crystal balls, quills, and only a few candle heads.

There's also a pile of tattered playing cards on the far side, and Sean bets that veteran poker collector and aficionado Ian Teich will faint in pain when he sees those cards standing with yellow dirt. past.

This classroom is as eccentric as the professor of this class...

Sean's impression of Professor Trelawney is: a teacher who has inherited a little prophetic blood but likes to bluff students.

In the original timeline, Professor Trelawney's real predictions were accurate, but her predictions in normal state seemed to be the same thing that every poor soothsayer would do - non-stop, regardless of the occasion, Predictions are made regardless of the object, and the prediction results will always point to the unknown.

Sean remembered that the professor's predictions seemed to have come true, so he went to the more serious Percy and Cedric to confirm before taking the class.

Because Sean always felt that most of those predictions were false... After all, bad things happen to everyone, and this professor seems to be very good at observing other people's weaknesses.

Especially since Sean has seen a real prophet like Grindelwald.

As he expected, both Cedric and Percy gave the same message—Professor Trelawney had predicted almost everyone's ominous, but very little had been fulfilled.

In other words, if you bet on all six numbers on the dice, you will always win one.

After thinking about it, Sean was still determined to study hard.

It's just that Professor Trelawney came up and gave everyone a "dismissal".

The professor, whose whole person was like a shiny giant beetle, collapsed suddenly in horror the moment he walked into the classroom.

"What did I see..." She gasped, her thick glasses widened in horror, "What did I see..."

The other students were terrified. A girl tried to help Professor Trelawney, but she pushed the girl away tremblingly.

"No, no...I-I'm fine..."

Then she stood up trembling, took a cup of hot tea out of nowhere and took a sip before calming down.

"Huh...huh...it's horrible...don't ask me, don't ask me what happened."

"Professor, what did you see?" Someone asked immediately.

Professor Trelawney touched his chest and replied in shock: "Unknown, I have seen a huge unknown among you, I have seen death, I have seen disaster!"

The students covered their mouths in horror, but Sean and Hermione looked at each other, both seeing the helplessness in each other's eyes.

Frankly, if this was the first time we met, Sean might have thought that Professor Trelawney saw the guilt in him, but the point is - he's been at Hogwarts for two years, and Trelawney has been there for two years. It's not that the professor has not had close contact, and the professor didn't have any panic at that time...

And, unsurprisingly, the professor should have been vague.

Sure enough, when Parvati Patil of Gryffindor nervously asked for the specifics, Professor Trelawney just shook his head deeply: "The veil of the future is vague and terrifying, this is not what you should When you understand. When you learn from me the real art of prophecy and divination, you will understand for yourselves—provided you really have the gift of seeing through the fog."

Without Prof. McGonagall's professional presentation, and without Prof. Flitwick's entertaining teaching, Prof. Trelawney stunned most of the students at the beginning.

At least, most of the students from the wizarding family are very convinced of this set.

However, both Sean and Hermione are obviously not too cold.

The essence of magic is a miracle, but the prophecy really can't find the trajectory of the magic, and Professor Trelawney's performance is also very different from the prophet in Sean's impression.

At the beginning of the class, Professor Trelawney made several small prophecies for a certain student, and the class was full of magic.

Sean drank the tea, swayed the tea residue in the cup three times with his left hand, and then put the cup upside down on the tray, waited for the last drop of tea to seep out, and then handed the cup to Hermione: "I can see What's coming out?"

Hermione looked at "Poke the Fog and See the Future", her face tensed, and she kept turning her face back and forth between the pages of the book and Sean's tea leaves.

"It looks like an iron felt, which means you're getting a gift from someone lately, or a weapon?" Hermione said uncertainly.

"Well, that sounds good..."

"Wait, if you turn the cup like this...it looks like a door again...it means you're going to be in trouble lately, and it depends on whether the doorknob is pushed open...heck, look Not clear."

Sean shrugged: "Actually, I've had a lot of trouble since I started school."

"Don't be noisy! I'm comparing! God, can't the book clearly list the viewing direction and priority of the graphics? Also, how to solve the combination? What about several patterns?!" Hermione looked angry.

Sean knowingly didn't try to provoke Hermione's anger. He picked up the girl's teacup and observed it.

"Well, it looks like a lump of poo... I see, there is no interpretation of poo in the book... Ow, don't hit people, Hermione, it's just a metaphor!"

Sean put a lot of effort into it, but he still couldn't see anything from the pile of brown tea leaves.

He even suspected that Dumbledore also participated in the compilation of the book "Peeling the Mist and Seeing the Future", which is full of riddles.

Professor Trelawney, who was patrolling the classroom, saw the confused Sean. She came over and snatched the cup from Sean's hand. After rotating and observing, she showed her characteristic exclamation again: "Son, this is It's an omen, an omen that reminds you that you're on a thorny road! There's a disagreement between you and the order...that's very dangerous, very dangerous..."

The students all looked over, and Ron at the small round table behind Sean murmured, "Sean was only kidnapped by Grindelwald last time..."

Suddenly, the eyes of others looking at Sean were full of horror.

Only Hermione put the teacup on the table, and she looked at Professor Trelawney quietly: "Professor, that's my teacup."

Sean almost laughed.

Trelawney glanced at Hermione unpleasantly. "Yes, of course I know. That's my reminder to you."

After speaking, she picked up the teacup that really belonged to Sean: "The crown... You have real talent... You have prestige that ordinary people can't have..."

"Yes, everyone knows," Hermione said calmly, "Sean's popularity is very good, and his grades are also very good."

Professor Trelawney retorted: "That's prestige."

Harry sat back in the chair with his hands on the back of the chair: "Sean's prestige is very high - before he went to Nurmengard last time, he made a big news in the auditorium."

Professor Trelawney ignored them both. She looked at the teacup and continued, "Eyes...you're being watched."

Then, she widened her eyes: "This! The second pair of eyes... God, God, you are being targeted by a terrifying existence! This is, this is - unknown!"

She was out of breath again.

"What does that mean?" asked Lavender Brown of Gryffindor, a round-faced girl who grabbed her pigtails, nervously.

"That's...that's...no! Don't ask me!" Professor Trelawney covered her heart and glanced at Sean one last time, "My dear child, you have to be careful, you are the most worried right now. Things may be coming true, or disaster may be coming your way!"

After speaking, she fled away from the helpless Sean.

Many people also subconsciously took a half step back.

Sean held his forehead and his face was speechless. Before he came, he thought about it, because he was once taken by Grindelwald and parasitized by Voldemort. He was a relatively special existence among students.

Professor Trelawney is likely to take him to the fore—to be precise, using Sean to establish her image as an enigmatic soothsayer.

Just like in the original book, she predicted that Harry met the unknown.

The reality is that the **** dog Harry met was his good godfather, Sirius, and Harry didn't lose his life until the end.

Now, this bad thing is on Sean's head.

Why don't I just press the card to the bottom of the box... Sean sighed secretly.

Apparently, he didn't learn anything about divination from the normal Professor Trelawney, and the abnormal Professor Trelawney with real divination ability appeared randomly - but she herself can't remember...

Maybe as Grindelwald once told him, you can learn spells, you can practice shapeshifting, or, if you want, you can make friends with Fantastic Beasts with a heart.

Only prophecy, this thing completely depends on talent. Yes is there, no is not. There is no good, good or pass in this class, only yes and no.

When Sean walked out of the classroom at the end of the divination class, Hermione followed with "Pull the Mist and See the Future", and she still maintained the anger on her face.

"She's totally alarmist!" Hermione said in a low voice.

Sean smiled helplessly: "Believe it or not, but it seems that Professor Trelawney's method works well for many students."

"That's because wizards are naturally inclined to the mysterious side, especially students from wizarding families." Harry came up from behind and patted Sean on the shoulder with a smile.

"What about you, Professor Trelawney predicted that you will fall from a height recently." Sean replied with a smile.

Harry shrugged: "Wood recently mentioned training intensity again. Besides, who hasn't fallen off a broom while playing Quidditch."

Next to it, Neville, who was reminded by Trelawney to be concerned about her grandmother's health, held her chin and said, "My grandmother is looking for someone to have her dentures custom-made recently - by the way, the last tooth is about to fall out, does this count as a health condition? ?"

"Why not?" Ron, who believed in these things the most, interjected, "Sean, what's your biggest worry lately?"

"Me?" Sean smiled, "Right now, I'm most worried that my favorite lamb chops won't be on the table at noon today."

Half an hour later, Ron on the Gryffindor long table waved to Sean, then pointed to the table in horror.

Sean understood what he meant: no lamb chops today!

Shaking his head and turning back to the table, Sean took his second favorite steak onto a plate.

On the side, Daisy, who listened to Hermione talking about today's fortune-telling class, stood up and took a shepherd's pie, she put the pie on Sean's plate, and said cautiously, "It's mutton stuffed, right? "

Sean cut some pie and put it in his mouth, then said with a bitter face: "This taste...why does this thing have to be cooked with potato skins?"

"But at least it's mutton~lightnovelpub.net~ Maybe it's the meat taken from the lamb chops!" Daisy blinked, her little face so cute.

Hermione took a sip of pumpkin juice and said calmly: "The food at Hogwarts changes every day, lamb chops have never been a fixed dish, and the British themselves rarely eat lamb - and Sean doesn't at all. Believe that prophecy."

Sean stuffed the rest of the pie into Daisy's mouth: "That's right, I'm more concerned about the two of you now, after all, you're about to face the biggest challenge since entering school."

Daisy quickly chewed and swallowed the pie with a blushing face: "I think the taste is okay! At least it's much stronger than the leaves."

Sean saw the blade attached to the girl's upper jaw, and he said with a smile: "You will know what the invincible dragon dung smell is when it contains the real mandrake blade..."

"Sean, dinner!" Hermione glared at him.

"Doesn't this make you mentally prepared in advance? By the way, I suggest that you don't drink elderflower dew for this month. This thing will amplify the smell of dragon dung..."

"Don't talk, don't talk!" Daisy covered her ears, she usually likes sparkling water made of elderflower dew, and this sad news made her hard to accept.

Sure enough, the suffering needs to be shared to reduce it, and Sean happily ate lunch, because Trelawney's prophecy, he has been stared at by countless people.

There would be Daisy's scowling face, and he suddenly felt much better.

Hermione gave him a disgusting look: "Childish."

"When the full moon begins, your mouth will be full of..."

Hermione interrupted him angrily: "Childish!"

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