Two Worlds: I studied abroad at Hogwarts

Chapter 169 Doing a Magic Test

Under the curious gazes of all the young wizards, Moon followed Professor McGonagall out of the auditorium.

As soon as they reached the corridor outside, Professor McGonagall turned around and spoke earnestly.

"Mr. Scarlett, the school has arranged a divination test for you. I wonder if you can participate."

"Divination?"

Hearing that it was a divination test arranged by the school specifically for him, Moon subconsciously became nervous.

Because he didn't know whether the professors knew something or he had done something out of the ordinary.

"Yes, it's just an ordinary divination. It won't cause any harm, and it won't be used to judge anything."

After hearing Professor McGonagall's words, Moon pondered for a moment and then nodded.

"Okay, Professor."

For Moon, he has heard a lot about divination prophecies recently.

This includes the many unfulfilled prophecies kept in the hall of the Department of Mysteries.

A prophecy given to Ben by a mysterious tribal wizard.

And the strange scene he saw in the Mirror of Erised.
In fact, Moon also wants to figure out all these things.

Now that the school has arranged for prophecy divination, perhaps Moon can also know more things.

Seeing that Moon agreed, Professor McGonagall happily led him back to her office on the second floor.

Moon had come to this small office when he was applying for a residence permit for Bongbong in the castle.

At that time, there was only Professor McGonagall, but today when Moon entered here, he found another professor.

A professor of divination at school with messy hair, thick black-framed glasses, and fingernails painted black.

After leading Moon into the office, Professor McGonagall's expression unconsciously became serious.

"Professor Trelawney, the school has a rule that all professors are prohibited from drinking alcohol during lunch."

"Oh, Principal McGregor, I don't have classes this afternoon, and alcohol can help me make the most accurate predictions, so I..."

After hearing Professor McGonagall's stern tone.

Sybill Trelawney immediately put down the empty bottle of sherry and explained with an embarrassed look on her face.

"Well, I hope there won't be a next time."

After Professor McGonagall finished speaking to her, she leaned forward slightly and pointed to Moon.

"This is Mr. Moon Scarlett."

McGonagall knew that the Divination professor was usually an alcoholic.

Now that the other party said that alcohol could help her make predictions, it would be difficult for her to stop her. After all, this was Dumbledore's order.

After McGonagall finished speaking, she went to the other side of the desk, leaving Moon staring blankly at the two professors.

"Oh, child, don't worry, it's just a normal divination. There will be no harm."

Trelawney obviously rarely faced first-year students, and she pushed the frame of her glasses nervously before taking a closer look at Moon.

"Come here, come here, sit down, I have prepared a cup of hot tea for you, I think you really need it."

Perhaps because he drank a whole bottle of sherry, Professor Trelawney was stuttering a little.

Moon wasn't sure whether the divination in this state would be accurate, and he looked at Mag with some doubt.

Noticing that his dean nodded helplessly, Moon had no choice but to walk over and sit at the desk.

"This is very good black tea. I think you will like it."

After Moon sat down, Trelawney picked up a white ceramic cup from the desk.

"Drink it, and only the tea leaves are left."

Moon glanced at the tea, which had turned from red to black because too many tea leaves were added.

He frowned, drank the whole thing in one gulp, and then handed the teacup back to the other person.

"Oh, the shape of this tea dregs is really strange."

After taking the teacup, Professor Trelawney looked down at it.

The black glasses frame was pressed tightly against the rim of the teacup.

"Chaos, disorder... Oh, what a good standard prophecy material! But I can't seem to see..."

Just as Trelawney was about to share the teacup with McGonagall, she saw the other party's livid face, and she quickly took the teacup back.

"Professor Trelawney, Divination should be your strong point."

Hearing Professor McGonagall's cold words, Trelawney quickly put the cup in front of her glasses again.

"Oh, yes, that's right. This might represent war. Yes, only war can bring chaos."

Hearing Trelawney's intermittent and suspicious tone, McGonagall sighed helplessly.

She didn't really believe in divination and prophecy, but since Dumbledore arranged it, she had no choice but to do it.

"Professor Trelawney, if you're not sure tea leaves will work, why not try something else?"

After hearing Professor McGonagall's reminder, Trelawney suddenly realized.

"Oh! Yes, thank you, Principal, for bringing it."

Trelawney said as he pulled out a palm-sized crystal ball from his bulging jacket pocket.

After seeing the professor's actions, Moon felt that this divination test was full of absurdity.

Moon was helpless, but he had to continue.

"Come on, child, concentrate and look inside to see what's inside the crystal ball."

Moon didn't hesitate at all this time, and he even wanted to end this terrible divination test quickly.

"There were many colors, dancing like flames, and a huge green pattern that kept wriggling, as if it was avoiding something. Oh, and there was also a meteor-like thing that flashed by just now."

Moon recounted everything he had seen.

"Really? Did you really see it all? Or did you finish it so quickly?"

After Moon finished speaking, Trelawney seemed to sober up instantly and stared at Moon closely.

"Few people can clearly describe what's in a crystal ball. Are you very smart?"

The biggest difficulty in fortune-telling with a crystal ball is that the person being fortune-told cannot clearly describe what he or she sees.

Because these scenes flash by very quickly and are not something that people can easily remember.

"Professor, is there something wrong with what I described?"

Moon didn't know what the other party wanted to express, so he asked curiously.

"No! Very well, I think why don't you learn divination."

"Sybill Trelawney! Remember! You're here on a mission today!"

After Trelawney finished speaking, Professor McGonagall unconsciously raised her voice and shouted.

She knew exactly what Trelawney meant by "good brains."

In McGonagall's opinion, Professor Sprout had already slowed her down by recruiting Moon into the Herb Club ahead of time.

It is a bit unreasonable that a professor of a third-year elective course is trying to earn Moon's favor.

"Oh, of course I do, Headmistress McGonagall. I was just analyzing the contents of the crystal ball."

"There are a lot of colors and fire in it, so it must be war."

"There's a green escape pattern, which means it failed, and there's also a shooting star."

Trelawney thought deeply about this. "The shooting star should have a very brief turning point, but it's so fleeting that it's unlikely to be caught."

After Trelawney finished speaking, Professor McGonagall's expression did not improve much.

Noticing this, Trelawney looked at Moon again helplessly.

"Mr. Scarlett, huh? Can I read your palm?"

Ten minutes after the divination test ended.

Professor McGonagall appeared in Dumbledore's office.

The furnishings in this room have not changed much.

However, on the long table, Dumbledore had already prepared two cups of hot chocolate, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

"Trelawney said his lifeline was long, but his fateline was fuzzy. Is that true?"

After listening to half of Professor McGonagall's story, Dumbledore took a sip of his drink and repeated the question with great curiosity.

"Yes, but I don't think what Trelawney said is quite accurate."

Professor McGonagall looked very unnatural when she said this.

She unconsciously began to recall everything that happened in her office this afternoon.
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"Oh, child, your lifeline is really long, rarely this long~"

“And this wisdom line is also very obvious.”

“It’s this love line.”

Moon was hearing something that was of great interest to him, but Professor Trelawney suddenly changed the subject.

"Your fate line is too blurry. It doesn't even look like a human palm line."

"Professor Trelawney! Watch your words."

As soon as Trelawney said this, Professor McGonagall shouted angrily beside him.

"Mr. Scarlett is standing next to you. He is a pure magician."

"Don't be angry, Headmistress McGonagall. I know he's a wizard, but I also interpreted it based on palmistry."

Trelawney had read the palms of many young wizards, but Moon's palm lines were definitely very rare.

For this reason, she had to ask about Mu Wen's birthday and began to use the zodiac sign to find out why Mu En was different.
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"So what exactly is Mr. Scarlett's love story like?"

After listening to Professor McGonagall's complete retelling of what happened this afternoon, Dumbledore was also very curious.

"Principal, shouldn't you be more concerned about Mr. Scarlett's fate?"

Mag said, rolling her eyes helplessly.

The Dumbledore she knew had always been like this, always focusing on these insignificant things.

"Oh, that's true, but I think you've already told me a lot of information, which is enough for me to make a judgment."

While listening to Professor McGonagall's explanation, Dumbledore noticed a high-frequency word mentioned by Trelawney: war.

Regarding this point, Dumbledore actually had some vague guesses after seeing Moon's reflection in the Mirror of Erised last night.

However, Trelawney's divination confirmed his idea from another perspective.

"Albus, do you really think that Trelawney's drunken tales are true?"

McGonagall had no idea how Dumbledore made his judgment.

She even felt that Trelawney, who had drunk a whole bottle of sherry, had not conducted a strict and formal divination.

In particular, Mag remembered clearly that Trelawney had begun to sway from side to side in his seat.

If Moon hadn't held her up, she would have fallen directly under the desk.

Even so, the professor still held Moon's hand tightly and tried to understand why the lifeline was so long.

"Minerva, it's just a bottle of sherry. It's just a sweet wine, not very alcoholic. You should actually try it."

Dumbledore actually knew that Professor Trelawney had a drinking habit.

He often saw many empty bottles of wine in a room in Hogwarts Castle.

Dumbledore guessed that those must have been put in after Trelawney drank it.

"drink wine?"

McGonagall first looked at Dumbledore in surprise, then said in feigned anger.

"Hogwarts' school rules do not allow me to drink alcohol while working. This is something every school employee should keep in mind, Headmaster."

After McGonagall finished speaking, she glanced at the cup of hot chocolate prepared by Dumbledore, intentionally or unintentionally.

"Of course, school rules must be followed, but I think alcohol would help Trelawney make the most accurate predictions."

As Dumbledore spoke, his thoughts unconsciously drifted to a long time ago.

"Like that other very famous prophecy she made at the Hog's Head."

McGonagall naturally knew which prophecy Dumbledore was talking about.

This peculiar divination professor was able to get the job because of the magical prophecy she made at the Hog's Head Inn.

But it seemed a little unbelievable to Mag that a magical fortune teller had to use alcohol to make accurate predictions.

After all, having studied magic for so many years, Mag knew very well that although magic was magical, it was also very rigorous.

But since Dumbledore said so, McGonagall couldn't refute it.

McGonagall actually had some doubts as to why Dumbledore specifically asked Moon to conduct the test.

"Albus, I know Mr. Scarlett's background may be rather peculiar, but he is only eleven years old and I have been teaching him for over three months. There is really nothing suspicious about him."

In Professor McGonagall's opinion, if an 11-year-old wizard really had a relationship with that person, it would be impossible for him to remain silent for three months.

Of course, if there is something suspicious about Moon.

That is, he studies magic harder than anyone else, which also makes the little lion learn faster than anyone else.

From the beginning, he had to take tutoring on even the basics of Muggles, and now his learning progress has surpassed that of all first-year wizards.

Moon's speed of progress made Mag very pleased, but also a little distressed.

She knew how difficult it was for a first-year wizard to do this.

"Don't be nervous, Minerva. I don't doubt his origins. I'm just a little interested in his desires, or even his future."

Dumbledore has always been speculating about Moon's specific origins.

As for the Mirror of Erised, Dumbledore has already made some modifications.

He knew that the mirror now showed more than just human desire.

Hearing the headmaster bring the topic to this completely unspeakable thing again, Mag could only sigh helplessly.

"Principal, if there's nothing else, I'll be leaving. I have to teach fifth grade this afternoon."

Professor McGonagall said this and left without even touching the drink on the table.

But Dumbledore kept sitting in his chair, thinking.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally reached out, picked up a red berry from the table, and walked towards Phoenix Fox.

"War, curse, chaos, death... It seems Mr. Scarlett has experienced a lot. Should we help him?"

Looking at the food brought by the white-haired old man in front of him, Fox pecked it lightly, and after finding that it tasted good, he swallowed it in one gulp.

After enjoying the delicious food, Fox tilted his head, blinked, and let out a crisp chirp.

"Yes, Fox, we might be able to try to catch that fleeting shooting star."

(End of this chapter)