Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts.

Chapter 173 Professor, I want to learn this!

Harry's curious gaze instantly darkened, followed by an even more extreme downward tilt.

Just like the strange people and events throughout history and across the world who are related to divination, they never tell the whole story of the divination prophecy.

They love to keep things ambiguous and mysterious, because if they speak in ambiguity and it turns out to be true, it's because they've mastered the art of divination. For example, they might say that a friend of yours has betrayed you.

There are many friends whose names have two characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville, and Yuda.

Of course, if we absolutely have to include surnames...

You have a friend whose name is four characters, and he has betrayed you.

This is unplayable!

In Harry's eyes now, Professor Trelawney is the epitome of a con artist. Dumbledore, perhaps due to his age, was fooled by her and even gave her a professorship.

But I've survived the harsh debates of the Dursleys, and I'm practically a beginner's village right outside the Dursleys' house. How could I possibly be fooled by a conman?

Lupin, standing to the side, seemed a bit superstitious, perhaps due to his age, while Kane, being young and inexperienced, was less adept at such matters...

Before Harry could finish his thought, Dumbledore seemed to remember something: "Oh, right, Harry, weren't you curious about who gave you the broom? Perhaps Professor Trelawney could try to do some divination?"

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Unlike Kane and Lupin, who were not familiar with Professor Trelawney at all, Hagrid was now forced to look at Dumbledore. Although he was not a professor, he was a faculty member and had been Professor Trelawney's colleague for a long time.

So, having Professor Trelawney do a fortune telling? Is that really reliable?

However, Harry was clearly much more genuine than Hagrid. He actually wanted Professor Trelawney to do a divination for him, not because he wanted to get slapped in the face or anything, but simply because he wanted to go back to his dorm and brag to Kane.

Poor little Kane was completely fooled by a fortune teller, while he himself clearly saw through the fortune teller's true colors.

It's so refreshing.

Harry picked up the broom with a natural air and handed it to Professor Trelawney with both hands, looking frighteningly polite.

Professor Trelawney waved her hand. "If you'd like to experience my presence, you can find me in the North Tower." She then walked around the dining tables in the auditorium, suddenly stopping. "Darling, could you please bring my breakfast to my office?"

After Professor Trelawney finished speaking, her breakfast disappeared from the table.

"Is this professor... mysterious?" Lupin asked, looking at Dumbledore and Hagrid.

"After all, she's a professor of divination. Perhaps this is part of their persona? Besides, you should probably call her a colleague." After Dumbledore finished speaking, Harry's mind went blank for a moment, and he looked at Lupin again.

"You agreed?"

Lupin nodded: "How was it? Surprised?"

Harry recalled that last semester, because Kane was an acquaintance of Lockhart before he enrolled, he had a proper and enjoyable semester after Lockhart joined the faculty.

Now that Lupin was an acquaintance of mine before he joined the company, does that mean I can act like a bully and tyrannical Slytherin this semester?

Hmm...probably not. I don't think Lupin is that kind of person, and of course, I'm not that kind of person either.

On a moral level, Harry still felt he was a level above Kane.

After finishing his meal, as Kane let out a burp, Harry nudged him lightly with his elbow.

"Shall we go? To the North Tower to find Professor Trelawney?" Harry suggested.

Kane rolled his eyes. To be honest, he was now quite curious about just how powerful Professor Trelawney's abilities were. Just by meeting her once, she could tell that he had stolen a portion of the Shadow's authority and that Lupin had broken free from the werewolf's curse.

He certainly wouldn't believe it if you said he had absolutely no skills.

Soon, the two arrived at the North Tower. Guided by the portrait, they followed the ladder to the trapdoor. After knocking, they went one by one to Professor Trelawney's office and classroom.

It was like an attic that had been converted into a teahouse. The lighting was rather dim because the windows that would have allowed the attic to be well-lit had been completely blocked off by Professor Trelawney with oversized red curtains.

Kane really liked the decor and the classroom atmosphere, since there weren't even regular classroom desks here, but rather small round tea tables.

"I already know what one of the electives I should sign up for in my third year is," Kane said quietly.

"I haven't decided yet, but Hagrid will definitely have a Magical Creatures class." After Harry finished speaking, he looked at Professor Trelawney walking over from a distance and waved gently. Professor Trelawney seemed to have heard what Harry had just said.

"Some magical creatures can amplify your spirituality, such as black cats, centaurs, and bats, while others can have the opposite effect."

Professor Trelawney paused here, as if realizing she had said a bit too much and was losing her mystique, and quickly stopped herself, saying again, "Mr. Potter wants to divine the owner of the broom?"

Harry nodded, and just as he was about to take out his broom, Professor Trelawney shook her head: "Fortune telling doesn't require you to take out your broom."

Professor Trelawney then led the two to a small table, where she laid out a crystal ball, tarot cards, a piece of paper with an unreadable meaning, and a book: "Choose one."

Harry pursed his lips. He knew about tarot cards; some Muggles used them to divine their fortunes, but they weren't mysterious enough. A crystal ball, on the other hand, was different. In fact, in all the time he'd been at Hogwarts, he'd only seen one crystal ball in Dumbledore's office. To put it simply... he had a bit of a fascination with it and was very curious.

Professor Trelawney nodded, took the crystal ball in her hand, and the next moment a silvery-white light shone from it. Kane was somewhat surprised, as he felt a strange pushing force emanating from the light emitted by the crystal ball.

And there's a very familiar feeling about it, like...

Before he could even articulate it in his mind, Professor Trelawney told him the answer: "Crystal balls are divination tools made by ancient wizards in imitation of the moon, so the light you see is the light of the moon."

Having received a definite answer, Kane's mind was no longer on the matter, but on the moonlight.

Why does Professor Trelawney's moonlight have physical properties? And why does such faint moonlight have that subtle pushing force?

What about his own Mooncaller's Wand? What if he also learned Professor Trelawney's technique, adding physical properties to moonlight, and even magical properties in addition to physical ones...?

Isn't this just a 360-degree wide-range spell damage skill?

Having figured everything out, Kane said something that Harry never expected: "Professor, I want to learn this!"