Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

Will Chapter 1012 return to normal?

Before long, the divination classroom was full, and the students were clearly divided into groups.

The students who were just coasting along had already taken up the corners and corners, and soon they were slumped over their desks catching up on sleep; while Trelawney's followers excitedly surrounded the professor.

Regardless of their background, students can fully relax in the divination classroom, which is especially valuable in the Year of the Owls—which is probably why Trelawney is not badly regarded among her students.

Harry and Ron were huddled in a corner, making up stories based on each other's palm lines.

“Look here, this fork in the road, Ron… this means that when you were seven years old, you encountered a major crisis, uh… it’s very likely related to pumpkins?”

"That's right! That year, my mom tried to stuff me to death with pumpkin pancakes!"

Ron nodded seriously and then 'divinated' Harry: "Let me see, oh, in an important exam soon, you'll have a flash of inspiration and get the best grades, but only if you avoid all the pickled herring for breakfast."

"That's great!" Harry exclaimed excitedly. "Hogwarts doesn't have pickled herring at all!"

They laughed uproariously at each other's absurd "fate," yet dared not utter a sound, covering their mouths and trembling with suppressed groans.

Suddenly Harry swayed and nearly fell off his chair. He grabbed the table to steady himself, and his gaze inadvertently swept across the other side of the classroom, where he saw a phantom-like figure sitting by the heavy curtains.

Harry's smile froze, and he blinked, seemingly doubting that he had seen wrong.

He took off his glasses and rubbed them a couple of times. When he looked up again, he saw that Wade seemed to have noticed their gaze, turned around, smiled, and waved lightly as a greeting.

Harry perked up immediately, waved vigorously, and then quickly pulled his arm back before Professor Trelawney could look over.

“Oh, Wade.” Ron glanced back and said with a strange expression, “Looks like he finally remembered that we have exams in six months.”

He looked at the obvious joy on Harry's face, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he swallowed his words back, scratching his head and looking hesitant.

Harry was sometimes extremely perceptive of other people's emotions. He turned to Ron and asked, puzzled, "What's wrong? Ron, what are you trying to say?"

"It's nothing...it's just..."

Ron's gaze darted left and right, and he stammered, "Don't you think? Wade's been distancing himself from everyone lately..."

“It’s not that he’s growing distant,” Harry said seriously. “He just has some important research to do… or something important that’s keeping him completely occupied and he doesn’t have time to play around like he used to.”

“Okay, if that’s how you see it…” Ron muttered, “I just don’t understand, what kind of research is so urgent that you can’t even spare half a day? Didn’t you say last time that he hasn’t been to the Umbrella House in a long time, and even SSC events are starting to get organized?”

Harry paused for a moment, then said definitively, "But Hermione also said that everything will return to normal once Wade finishes that phase and goes back to class!"

He looked back at the corner where Wade was, confirming that the figure wasn't a hallucination, and his voice became even softer:

"Look, here he is!"

Ron listened to Harry's words and trusted Hermione's judgment. The struggle and stiffness on his face finally dissipated, gradually replaced by a new expectation.

"That's great! Will the Spell Workshop resume? The spells have been getting harder and harder lately. I wish Vader could continue teaching everyone..."

Harry chuckled; it was quite rare to see Ron so eager to learn.

……

Amidst the sweet, cloying aroma of Divination class, the bell finally rang, and the students surged out through the trapdoor. Harry hurriedly stuffed his textbooks into his bag, grabbed Ron, and headed towards Wade. "Hey, Wade, what's up... uh... finally free?" Harry asked excitedly.

"Well, that's enough for now." Wade stood up, put away the textbook he hadn't even opened, and said in a relaxed tone, "I'm going to take a few days off."

“Well, your way of taking a break is a bit unusual,” Ron quipped. “You’re taking Trelawney’s divination class.”

"I now think that divination can be quite useful sometimes."

Wade glanced at Professor Trelawney, who was pouring herself tea at the front of the classroom, and said, "It can provide a different perspective on the world, or integrate information that we ourselves haven't even noticed..."

His voice was slightly low, and his eyes were clear as he said, "But you can't be superstitious about it, much less rely on it... Just treat divination as a slightly blurry mirror that may occasionally be distorted."

Harry seemed to understand, while Ron shrugged; neither of them was interested in the course.

Just as the three were about to step out of the classroom, Trelawney finally noticed the long-lost student.

“Oh…Wade…”

The deliberately drawn-out voice came from the firelight. Wade turned his head and saw Trelawney looking at him through her huge glasses, her eyes seemingly unfocused, yet also seemingly meaningful.

"I haven't seen you in the swirling smoke for a very long time."

She sighed, holding a cup of hot tea in her hand, the steam making her vision even more blurred.

At this moment, apart from the three of them, the last few students also reluctantly stepped out of the classroom.

"But I can sense... a shadow has fallen over your destiny, my dear."

Trelawney said softly and vaguely, “A layer of haze from afar, stained with dust. You need to come here often, to let the sacred incense cleanse your spiritual vision, and to let the trajectory of destiny become clear again in the tranquility…”

Wade smiled and said, "Thank you for your concern, Professor. I'll be paying extra attention to dust from afar lately... and I'll be attending divination classes more often."

Trelawney, with the air of a prophet, nodded almost imperceptibly and took a sip of tea.

"Run! Run!" Ron whispered, nudging Wade and Harry from behind. "Be careful she doesn't give you any more death prophecies!"

Everyone was starving and didn't want to stay in the divination room any longer. Unfortunately, the trapdoor was only so big, allowing only one person to pass through at a time.

Harry had just stepped down the ladder, and his head was about to disappear from the floor, when a sharp "crack" suddenly came from the classroom behind them.

The group was startled and turned to look at the same time.

The teacup fell to the ground, shards and tea splashing everywhere. One of the larger pieces spun around on the floor several times before settling flat.

But even stranger was Professor Trelawney—she stared wide-eyed at a point in the void, her expression stiff and blank.

The professor, who was used to playing the mystic, opened his mouth slightly and spoke in a hoarse tone that seemed to have a metallic echo:

"Two shadows...fighting over...the extinguished sun..."

(End of this chapter)