Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Malfoy felt a little nervous, he was going to class.

Even in Professor McGonagall's class, he often performed well, but today's class is not necessarily as easy as he expected.

Sybil Trelawney, the teacher of Malfoy’s divination class today, a crazy witch, wearing glasses that can magnify her eyes many times, with many beads and necklaces hanging around her neck, and her arms and hands. Full of bracelets and bracelets.

Ordinary people think that her prediction is unreasonable and hardly ever hit.This is also true. For example, she made some curse predictions when she was teaching Gryffindor, what kind of flu would come to cause temporary suspension of classes and lose her voice.But in fact, her prediction is extremely accurate. The sentence "Thirteen people eat together, and the first person to stand up after the meal will be the first to die.", cursed Dumbledore, cursed Sirius, cursed death With Lupin, it is not an exaggeration to call it the strongest causal weapon.The predictions of other major events have not failed.

She is the great-great-granddaughter of the Greek priestess Cassandra Trelawney, and the fate of that priestess is equally miserable, with many predictions that no one has ever believed.

Perhaps the people whom God cares for will have unspeakable pain, and the Eastern Jigong monk seems to be the same. He is gifted and paid the rest of his life in madness.

Malfoy can only hope that she has been in a state of confusion, don't wake up after seeing herself, and then a few words of crow's mouth, it is not fun.

Leaning on the railing at the top of the first floor, Malfoy waited for Pansy. She took a morning leave today and only woke up at noon. Malfoy visited her in the ward, and was completely relieved when she found her ruddy complexion. , So they arranged to go to divination class together in the afternoon.

"It seems that boys' nerves are really big. Our savior is only able to attend the party after a while." Malfoy began to think about it, thinking about the differences in thought between men and women and the acceptance of fear. ability.

"Have you waited for a long time?" Pansy walked briskly, pulling Malfoy back to reality from his thinking, which was beyond Malfoy's expectation, because she would not have asked this sentence.

"Of course not, I just arrived." He glanced at the clock and said."I think we need to go early for the first class. It is said that this road is not very easy."

Pansy nodded, and her attitude became more correct. Not only did she not want to be a drag oil bottle, she also wanted to help the person she likes as much as she could. The first step should be to correct her attitude towards schoolwork.

They walked up the stairs all the way up to the eighth floor. This was an unfamiliar platform. There was nothing but a large painting on the stone wall. The picture was a grassland.

Malfoy seemed to be familiar with the road. He took Pansy to a narrow spiral staircase without making any bends. Upstairs should be their divination classroom. It was very quiet, and it looked like there was still some time before class.

The two of them climbed the last few steps and boarded a small platform, but there was no door.

"Draco, look." Pansy said, tugging at Malfoy's sleeve. The other hand pointed to the ceiling. There was a round trapdoor on it. There was a bronze medal on the door that said "Sybil Trelawney, divination teacher." While Pansy was still thinking about how to get in, the trapdoor suddenly opened, and a silver ladder was placed in front of them. Pansy stepped back and was caught Was taken aback.

But Malfoy had been mentally prepared, "Let's go." He turned around and said to Pansy, "I'm a little scared, just follow me."

Strangely enough, after the two of them used up, the ladder automatically retracted, waiting for the next wave of students to arrive.

Pansy looked around, feeling that this is not a classroom at all, at most it is a mixture of attic and old-fashioned teahouse.At least twenty small round tables are crowded in this classroom.Around each table there are armchairs made of Indian calico and small bulging cushions.Everything was illuminated by a dim scarlet light; the curtains were closed, and many lamps were covered with crimson shades.The classroom was so warm that it was depressing, the fireplace was full, and a large copper kettle was burning on the fire, so the flame gave off a dull and greasy fragrance, which made her sleepy again. She yawned, and the small voice was especially noticeable in the quiet room. Malfoy glanced at her and said, "If you are tired, take a rest. There is nothing good about her class."

Pansy's face was dyed red with this yawn.

Then Pansy and Malfoy both found a back seat and sat down. Looking around, there were only a few people in the classroom. The other students should be on the way, and the professor did not show up.

After another while, the other students were sweating profusely and filed in through the trapdoor below. In terms of time, they should all be late. Malfoy looked at it and found no acquaintances.I don't know if his two followers didn't take this course or were they lost in a certain trail in Hogwarts Castle.

Suddenly there was a voice in the shadows, a soft and fuzzy voice.

"Welcome," said the voice, "it is great to see you in the tangible world at last."

This was Professor Trelawney's voice, and then she walked out of the shadows. The darker surroundings and the brightly lit her created a great contrast, making the Slytherin students dizzy.

After that, it was a common topic. She first emphasized the importance of talent for the divination class, and then ordered a few unfortunate things to make predictions. Even in her crazy state, the predictions she made are often realized. As for The occasional awake time is full of hits.

"You, there will be a disaster of blood and light tomorrow. I think this bracelet can help you escape, and you can return it to me in the next class." She generously lent one of her bracelets to a student.

The student entangled in acceptance, his expression was a bit disgusting and fearful. For a boy, the bracelet was still too feminine, but in the end fear prevailed.

As for other things like "Your fortune will be bad next week and you need to wear a blue headscarf." and "You will inevitably offend the person you like", there are too many things.It's all thoughtless and unfounded words.

These words, like prophecies and psychological hints, reminded him of a movie he had seen in his previous life-The Matrix.

The Prophet said to Neo: "Don't worry about that vase." As a result, Neo turned around and broke the vase.

These words of the female professor are similar to the prophet in a sense.

"Perfect tea shape, child, you will be lucky, but you need to stay away from the person you are closest to now, otherwise it may be dangerous, um, maybe." Professor Trelawney passed by Pansy's little boy Next to the round stool, she glanced at her tea and gave her first approval today. The female professor's blurred eyes gradually became focus, as if she had seen some precious treasure. It seemed that the girl student liked her very much. .

"Your aura is very strong, dear, you are very suitable for such a course in divination." Trelawney said kindly, the eyes under her glasses were wide, and the corner of her mouth also had a faint smile. She is even more elusive.

Pansy did not show the triumph and joy that she had expected to be praised. Instead, a faint cloud covered her delicate little face, and her slender eyebrows were slightly wrinkled. In the past, she might still be complacent about such praise, but soon The nightmare she had had made her unhappy, Pansy gave Malfoy a worried look.

"Speaking of my aura, doesn't it mean that I might have predicted it accurately, what about Draco?" Pansy couldn't help thinking of the dream, and she couldn't help but shudder again, with little sweat dripping from her forehead. The time gradually appeared, and the palm of his hand gradually became cold.

Suddenly, a warm hand took her arm and calmed her down.

"Remember the dementors again?" Malfoy saw Pansy look like he was disturbed by the dementors on the train, he couldn't help but asked with concern, and at the same time stretched out to hold her cold palms. .

"Oh, boy, you will cause a mess." Professor Trelawney turned to look into Malfoy's teacup, and couldn't help but utterly comforted him: "My dear, you have to be careful, your head is covered. A layer of darkness makes me hard to see, but I know it will not be a symbol of luck."

"Well, it's not right." Professor Trelawney looked at him carefully, and her dim eyes gradually cleared, "It's darkness." She said solemnly, completely different from the tone just now.

"It's hard to tell." Professor Trelawney held her forehead in pain, as if she had encountered a great problem. Malfoy clearly saw the change in her personality, but even in a sober state. She still couldn't see through his own future.

"This should be a good thing," Malfoy thought, really afraid of bloody disasters and life-threatening words from her mouth.On the contrary, it is more accurate to make a big mess, and soon he will "make a big news" out.

"Huh? Will I be stupefied? Sorry." The crazy personality seemed to return to her. She straightened the crooked ornaments on her head and continued to walk to the seats of other students in a trance. , As if forgot the prediction he just made.

"Darkness, no prediction. Isn't that what I need?" The existing trajectory to change the original fate is his current desire. Neither the Death Eater nor the Dark Lord is attractive to him.

"Draco, are you okay?" Pansy looked at Malfoy in a daze and couldn't help asking out loud. She shook her hand in front of him, but she knew that his character would not be given by these predictions. Frightened, as for what he was thinking, she didn't know.

"Nothing, I'm thinking about how to cause a big mess." Malfoy joked seemingly casually, and then continued: "It looks like you have a good divination talent, how about it, are you interested in becoming a fortune teller?"

As soon as the voice fell, I saw Pansy shook his head with disgust, and refused: "I understand why Muggles hate wizards. They always report prejudice against things they don't understand, and so do I." This is part of the story. The reason, but the deeper reason Pansy is reluctant to say more. If she can really see the future, but is unable to change it, wouldn't it be more uncomfortable?

She didn't want to be a fortune-telling master like the female professor in front of her.

Malfoy was amazed by what she said. The little girl who only knew that the girl who had fun had some different opinions, which was beyond his expectation.

"Then I won't use it for the next class. Choose something more interesting, such as ancient magic writing? This class is very good for a deep understanding of magic." Malfoy offered his suggestion, but soon felt himself A little self-confident, Malfoy didn't think she would be interested in it.

"Okay." Pansy nodded happily, which surprised Malfoy.

"Don't you like this kind of courses?" Malfoy asked curiously.

"People change." Pansy said faintly, staring at the tea dregs on the table.