The days at Hogwarts

Hermione crumpled up the timetable and put it in her pocket, then called to Lauren in a panic, "Hand over the marmalade."

"I think Harry is right!" Loren supported Harry seriously and handed him the marmalade slowly so as not to let Hermione easily get away with it.

He raised his eyebrows at the little witch and used his eyes to convey his thoughts: I told you not to show off!

Hermione glared back, snatched the marmalade and the bread from his plate, and said fiercely, "I've already discussed this with Professor McGonagall. Even if my schedule is a little full, what's it to you?"

"I'll take care of it!"

"Do you tube!"

"I want to..."

Harry looked away and took a sip of milk with a numb expression.

hiccup~

A little full.

……

After breakfast and a short rest, everyone left the auditorium to go to class.

As soon as he stepped out of the hall, Loren glanced at the corner of the corridor, then turned his gaze to Hermione with a strange expression.

"What's wrong? Let's go?" Hermione turned around and looked at him with some confusion.

"I suddenly need to go to the bathroom."

Hermione waved her hand in disdain: "Go, go, go!"

A few minutes later, Loren came back with a strange look on his face. He looked at Hermione and thought for a moment before saying, "I left my notebook in the hall."

"..."

Hermione turned around and stared at him, looking suspicious, "Don't you usually put your notebook in your locket?"

"I just started school and haven't adapted to school life yet, so I lose things a lot."

"Oh, go quickly."

A few minutes later, Loren came back, his brows slightly furrowed, looking a little absent-minded.

Hermione could tell at a glance that something was wrong with him. She put her little nose up to inhale and kept sniffing: "Have you eaten snacks? Why do you smell like chocolate?"

Nodding her nose lightly, Loren smiled and shook his head: "Stop smelling, like a puppy."

Hermione muttered quietly: "Of course there is... eating chocolate right after breakfast..."

"Let's go, we're going to be late for divination class!"

The first class in the morning is divination class. The class is held in the North Tower. Climb up the seventh long straight staircase, and then pass through several rapidly spiraling staircases to reach a small platform. There is a silver ladder hanging from the ceiling. Climb up to reach the divination classroom.

Loren and Hermione stood together, looking around the classroom curiously.

Everything in the room was lit by a dim red light, the curtains were drawn tightly, and many of the lamps were covered with large crimson scarves. In fact, it looked more like a cross between a loft and an old-fashioned teahouse than a classroom, with at least twenty small round tables crowded in, around which were placed chintz armchairs and bulging little pouffes.

It was stiflingly hot, and beneath the heavily stocked mantelpiece a fire burned brightly, with a large copper kettle on top, emitting a strong, sickly odor.

The circular walls were lined with shelves crowded with dirty quills, candle stubs, a host of tattered playing cards, countless silver crystal balls, and a vast array of teacups.

"Divination class..." The firelight made Hermione's cheeks red and her eyes sparkled.

Prior to this, she had personally experienced Trelawney's prediction about Professor Babbling and was looking forward to this class.

"welcome--"

A voice suddenly sounded from the shadows in the corner, a soft, slurred voice, "It's great to finally see you in the material world."

Trelawney, a thin figure, stepped out of the shadows into the firelight, like a large, gleaming insect.

A pair of large glasses magnified her eyes several times, and she was wearing a light, transparent shawl decorated with many shining metal pieces. Her thin and long neck was hung with countless beads and chains, and her arms and hands were also decorated with many bracelets and rings.

Hermione gently tugged at the corner of Loren's clothes, her eyes shining: "The material world, she said the material world... Has she seen us in other worlds..."

Loren smiled helplessly and said meaningfully: "Don't have too much hope."

"Ah, what do you mean?" Before Hermione could ask in detail, she was led by him to sit in an armchair at a table in a daze.

Professor Trelawney began the class. She sat in an easy chair in front of the fire. "Welcome to the Divination class. I am Professor Trelawney. You may not have seen me before, because the chaotic and noisy campus life will make my third eye blurred..."

The young wizards had not yet realized the true nature of the Divination class. They were stunned by Trelawney's words and sat quietly listening to her nonsense.

Hermione even took out her notebook and carefully recorded her words until -

"I must say this up front. If you don't have insight, I can do nothing for you. Books can only teach you a little in this area..." Trelawney adjusted her shawl gracefully.

Hermione was a little surprised, and so were the other little wizards, and they all became nervous.

"...Seeing through the mysterious veil of the future is a gift that only a few people have." At this point, Trelawney changed the subject and looked at Neville, "You, child, is your grandmother okay?"

Neville was so frightened that he almost fell off the futon. He replied tremblingly: "I think it's okay."

"I wouldn't be so sure if I were you, dear."

"Hiss—" Neville took a breath and his expression began to become uneasy. It seemed that he had no intention of attending this class.

The little wizards who were on good terms with Neville all looked at him with sympathy and began to wonder what would happen to Neville's grandmother.

Loren's eyes twitched a few times and he complained silently in his heart.

It's a waste of talent for Trelawney to be a divination professor. She should be a fraudster. Just based on this psychological trick, she was sentenced to ten years in Azkaban.

"This year we will learn the basics of divination. In the first semester we will focus on reading tea leaves, and in the second semester..."

Trelawney began to talk about the teaching plan, but the little wizards' minds were not on the learning tasks at all. They listened with trepidation as the divination professor occasionally uttered a scary prophecy.

"...You should be wary of a man with red hair." Trelawney's pair of terrifyingly large, sparkling eyes suddenly turned to Parvati Patil.

Parvati looked at Ron, who was sitting behind her, in panic and quickly moved her chair away.

"…there will be a severe bout of influenza that will end school in February, and around Easter one of us will be gone forever."

Trelawney looked at Lavender Brown, who was curled up in a chair in fear. "Dear, could you please hand me the largest silver teacup?"

Lavender breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and handed over the cup.

"Thank you, dear." Trelawney smiled. "By the way, the thing you fear most will happen on Friday, October 16th."

Lavender began to curl up in her chair again, shaking with fear.

Trelawney's eyes wandered over the young wizards. "Now, I ask you to split into groups of two, sit down and drink tea until only the tea leaves are left. Use your left hand to swirl the tea leaves in the cup three times, then turn the cup upside down on the tray. When the last drop of tea seeps out, hand the cup to your partner to interpret..."

After explaining the divination ritual, she called to Neville, who was about to get up to take the cup: "Dear, after you break the first teacup, can you please pick a blue pattern one?"

Half a minute later, Neville broke a teacup just as she said.

Trelawney smiled triumphantly, stood up, and walked over quickly with a dustpan and a broom...

Looking at the little wizards around him with their mouths slightly opened in shock, Loren took back his previous complaints.

It's not a ten-year sentence, but a direct death penalty.

Chapter 290: Deceiving

Hermione brought back two cups filled with tea, drank her own cup of scalding hot tea in two or three gulps, and then looked at Loren eagerly.

The freshly poured tea was bubbling with steam.

Loren picked up the cup, took a sip, exhaled the hot air gently, and then put the cup back on the tray.

"Hurry up! I want to interpret your tea leaves!" Hermione urged, blinking her bright eyes. The hot tea made the girl speak with a lisp.

"..."

Loren raised his eyes and glanced at her, "Does your tongue hurt?"

"It seems a little, hehe..." Hermione stuck out her tongue and smiled embarrassedly.

"Then why are you still urging me?"

"Hurry up, hurry up, I just want to try tea leaf divination, it's amazing!"

"Professor Trelawney, that's not divination, that's psychology."

"Psychology?" Hermione stared at him.

Loren picked up the cup, blew on it in a circle, took a small sip, and slowly interpreted the professor's method: "She first used specious predictions to cause panic, then observed us while explaining the teaching plan, singled out the most panicked few, and made bad predictions to make them nervous."

"But..." Hermione looked at Neville at the next table, "The professor predicted that Neville would break the cup."

Even though the previous prophecy sounded like a bluff, the prophecy that Neville would smash the cup was too convincing. Especially since Hermione had personally experienced the prophecy of the pyramid, she believed it firmly.

"It's a psychological suggestion. The previous prophecy made Neville nervous and he was always worried about his grandmother. Trelawney took advantage of the moment when he relaxed and made the suggestion of smashing the teacup."

The temperature of the tea had cooled down. Loren took a big sip and exhaled a breath of hot air in comfort. "I think Lavender Brown would also break the cup. Well, Parvati probably wouldn't. Ron is not enough to scare her."

"Is that so..." Hermione was stunned.

With Loren's reminder, Hermione's brain reacted quickly. Thinking back to the scene of this divination class, the prophecies about several people did seem like tests. Parvati was the calmest, Lavender was a little out of control, and Neville was the most panicked.

"Professor Trelawney is a liar!" Hermione screamed in a low voice, her eyes full of disbelief, "But her other predictions did come true, about Professor Babbling, about..."

"Well... I can't say she's a liar, but her ability to predict is not under her control, and she can't teach it." Loren drank the last sip of tea, shook the tea leaves a few times, and placed them on the tray to drain the tea.

The light in Hermione's eyes dimmed, her brows drooped, and disappointment was written on her face.

After putting her own cup away, Loren picked up her teacup and compared the tea leaves with the patterns and explanations in "Seeing the Future Through the Mist": "The knowledge about divination should be true. After all, it is written in the book."

Hermione sighed, then perked up a little and began to interpret Loren's tea leaves.

But because of her prejudice against Trelawney, she also had a prejudice against divination. She just couldn't get into the mood and felt that this kind of divination was a bit fraudulent.

The angle of the cup turned again and again. The girl hesitated for a moment and said seriously: "Hmm... these tea leaves look like tea leaves."

"Precise description!" Loren couldn't help but smile and began to interpret Hermione's tea leaves. "The vertical lines on both sides are like long hair, and there is a protruding crown on the head, so there is a queen in your cup. This represents happiness, success, harvest, worry-free, a happy family life, a good environment, beauty, art... You should pursue contact with nature, pleasant travel, and leisure."

Hermione wanted to purse her lips, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but lift up: "You said that on purpose, right, just to make me happy?"

"Look for yourself. It's indeed written in the book."

Hermione stretched her neck and looked again and again, but still couldn't see the Queen through the tea leaves, which made her more convinced of Loren's idea of ​​coaxing her.

"Well, okay, then let me take a look at yours!" Hermione picked up the book and found the one with the best description. "There is a long tail, and there is a mouse in your teacup. Ha, the mouse "Morlock", the embodiment of time, the symbol of wisdom and longevity, your soul is not affected by death."

"Then your teacup represents wealth, career, and courage..."

"Your teacup represents health, happiness...unsatisfactory love, huh? This doesn't count."

The two of them laughed and picked out various beautiful symbols from the book, speaking one after another as if they were making a wish.

Harry and Ron, who were not far away, also joined in the fun, talking about various ideas of getting rich and joining the Ministry of Magic after graduation.

Their laughter was so loud that it attracted Trelawney's attention. She walked quickly to Ron and snatched Harry's teacup from him: "Dear, let me see..."

Through the big black dog, she finally came to the conclusion that Harry was in trouble. Several little wizards gathered around and echoed her, which frightened Harry so much that he couldn't laugh at all.

……

After the divination class, they returned to the main building from the North Tower.

The little wizards along the way were chattering about this unusual divination class.

Lavender Brown was still frightened, and whispered in a trembling voice: "I must be prepared. What Professor Trelawney said is true. Neville's cup is the proof."

Parvati Patil kept patting her back, soothing the frightened little witch as she walked away.

"Parvati..." Hermione didn't have time to call them and sighed in disappointment, "I will explain it to them when we return to the dormitory tonight."

"Explain what?" Harry asked.

"Regarding Professor Trelawney's psychological techniques..." Loren saw that he was still worried, so he told him his analysis in detail.

Before Harry could smile, Ron looked at him seriously. "Wizards are different from Muggles. Ominous things do exist. My uncle Priers saw one, and he died 24 hours later! Harry, you didn't see a big black dog anywhere, did you?"

"What do you mean?" Hermione looked at him in surprise. "You actually believed what that liar-professor said?"

Harry was more willing to believe Loren's words, but when he was browsing Flourish and Blotts bookstore before school started, he did see a book called "Death Omens: What to Do When You Know Doom is Coming", and there was also a big black dog on the cover of that book.

Harry couldn't help but believe it a little, and said with difficulty: "In fact, I really saw it. Sirius' Animagus is a big black dog. I saw it in Flourish and Blotts bookstore..."

Ron looked very surprised: "That's bad..."

"What is the solution?"

"..."