Chapter 478 The Exam That Tom Pays Special Attention to

"Then what are you still doing here?" Tom asked. What's the use of complaining outside the door when they're all here?

Hermione's tone softened, "I don't want to fail a course on the report card..."

Although Hogwarts does not have such a thing as a grade point, it is extremely annoying to have a "very poor" or "missing exam" standing there.

The divination exam takes a very long time, and the speed at which the team shortens makes people doubt life. Whenever a student comes down the silver ladder, other students will gather around and ask him or her about the content of the exam in a low voice.

But none of the students were willing to disclose the topic.

Neville gave the reason: Professor Trelawney had warned them that anyone who revealed the exam questions would suffer a catastrophe.

Tom believed it. If no other catastrophe befell the person who leaked the question, Professor Trelawney could have given you a failing grade with his own hands. When you go home with the report card, you will understand what a predestined "robbery" is - but can the report card in the magic world be changed by smearing? After all, Hogwarts does not have a tradition of sending grades to parents' mobile phones in the form of text messages.

Probably not, Tom thought, because if they could, Fred and George would have made the business bigger and stronger.

Just as Tom was wandering, the door of the divination classroom was slammed open, and Hermione ran down quickly, her face full of anger.

Professor Trelawney roared from behind the sliding door: "From the first time you stepped into this class, I found that you don't have the talent required for noble divination. I don't remember any student I have seen Such a mediocre, incorrigible brain! Mix the most gifted student in the class with yours, and he'll disappear in no time!"

The young wizards watching were silent.

Hermione raised her head, glared at the trapdoor, and responded unceremoniously: "I have never seen a professor so ridiculous, and I have never thought that I have to exercise while studying at Hogwarts." Acting skills! You have lowered the average level of all Hogwarts professors!"

all the students:…

Professor Trelawney behind the trapdoor: !

Hermione choked her speechless. After a while, she said in a trembling voice: "I don't want to see you in my class again in my life..."

"I wish for it!" Hermione threw her schoolbag over her shoulder and left without looking back.

The reaction of the students was surprisingly consistent: everyone remained silent and watched Hermione leave. At this time, no one dared to go to the divination classroom to continue taking the exam. Because entering the arena now, he would definitely face the furious Professor Trelawney, so his test scores were not optimistic.

When everyone was silent, Ron approached Harry and whispered, "I'd like to spend ten Galleons to watch her take the exam just now."

Tom standing by the side couldn't help but roll his eyes when he heard what Ron said. Well, he is willing to pay twenty Galleons.

It was the first time he saw him being impatient for the exam and scolding the examiner.

"Why haven't you come yet? Are you all planning to give up the exam? Next!" Professor Trelawney's voice upstairs was rarely filled with anger.

The students around turned their attention to Tom: In terms of strength, you are the best at divination in this grade, and in terms of relationship, Hermione made a mess, do you have to clean up?

At this time, the only one who goes up to appease Professor Trelawney's anger is you, Tom!

In the eyes of everyone, Tom bit the bullet and walked up the spiral escalator.

Today's divination classroom is even hotter than ever—it's midsummer, and the curtains are drawn and the fire is burning. Combined with the state of the house when Professor Trelawney was possessed by the prophet, Tom really suspected that some trick of divination was to let himself pass out from heatstroke.

Tom struggled through the small tables and cushions in the classroom, and came to Professor Trelawney. Today, Professor Trelawney is still dressed as before, with a huge crystal ball in front of him. Tom keenly noticed that there seemed to be a new small pit on the ground.

"I knew it was you, Yoddle," Professor Trelawney seemed to be in an improved mood after seeing Tom—or she had successfully adjusted her mentality in just a dozen seconds. The tone said: "Come on, let us forget about those unpleasant things and devote ourselves to the most noble and sacred cause... Please look at this crystal ball and tell me what you see. No hurry, dear, take your time." Slow down..."

Professor Trelawney showed amazing patience with Tom, a sculptable "wood".

Tom knelt on the cushion, but his heart was very disturbed. He had the impression that just today, Professor Trelawney would make a prophecy. According to the original world line, she predicted Peter Pettigrew's escape and Voldemort's comeback.

So... With the world line changing today, will Professor Trelawney still make predictions?

"It's a big taboo in divination to not be able to empty your mind," Professor Trelawney seemed to see through Tom's mind, and couldn't help scolding him, and then her tone became a little unnatural: "I knew it, that mediocre The guy will have a very bad influence... But don't worry, my child, I am a very generous person, I will not take her rude behavior to heart... This is also a necessary quality for us people... Good patience force…"

Professor Trelawney seemed to attribute Tom's entanglement to Hermione, so he said something to comfort him.

Knowing that it was exam time, Tom could only take a few deep breaths to forcefully empty his mind of distracting thoughts.

He stared intently at the crystal ball, trying to see something out of it.

The white mist swirls... circling... The room is extremely hot, Tom is dizzy from the smoke from the fireplace, and the things in front of him gradually become unreal, hazy, as if peeping through a piece of frosted glass.

In the end, it did show Tom something.

"I saw...one~lightnovelpub.net~two, three...four black shadows...like big or small animals with different shapes..."

"Well," Professor Trelawney asked gently, "then what are they doing?"

Tom looked more carefully, and felt that the two clouds of fog seemed to meet together, and then separated, and one cloud of fog gradually drifted away.

He told Professor Trelawney what he had seen.

The professor let out a meaningful "Oh" and muttered to himself at the same time: "Could it be... internal strife? Is there any change before and after the two clouds of fog meet?"

Tom shook his head.

"Oh, boy, you may well have seen a tragic end between yourself and your friends," sighed Professor Trelawney in a mournful tone.

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I want to eat big pieces of meat again... Fried rice came at noon, it was so beautiful~