Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Trelawney held the glasses on the bridge of her nose, scanned the students in front of her, and then began to say:

"You will find on your desk a "Guide to Interpretation of Dreams" written by Inigo Inmag. Dream interpretation is a very important method for diagnosing the future, a question that is likely to appear in the .LS exam.

"Of course, I think compared to the sacred art of divination, whether you can pass the exam is really unimportant. As long as you have a discerning eye, the certificates and the levels are trivial matters. However, the principal I would like to let you take the exam, so?"

"I still hope you can learn something in class that you can't get on the exam." Trelawney added.

"Whether we take the exam or not, we can't learn anything useful." Ron covered his mouth with his hands, while speaking to Harry in a low voice.

"Perhaps the only thing to learn is how to pass some unrelated things, nonsense?"

Harry nodded with him in approval.

Parvati on the side looked at them angrily, a bit like Hermione.

They were sitting in the last row, and the girl could only sit in the last row because she was late.

It's just that the reasons will not be the same. If Hermione is here, I just want them to listen carefully, but Parvati feels that the course he likes is insulted.

On the contrary, Pansy was sitting upright in the first row, listening attentively to Professor Trelawney's lecture, with a look of expectation in her eyes.

In fact, Professor Trelawney's prophecy class is unreliable most of the time, and some strange predictions are often interspersed in the class.

She likes to predict that a student will die.

Died unfavorably.

Of course students will die, who will not die?

After listening for a long time, they will get used to it and use it as an adjustment.

"Come on, let's discuss your recent dreams. Dreams are an important part of prophecy. The "Dream Interpretation Guide" can guide you to complete the analysis of dreams." Professor Trelawney used a hazy Said the voice.

The discussion began, and the two were divided into a group, but in fact there was no real meaningful discussion. Many people tried to go through this class and even started chatting with this time.

Harry had endless dreams to talk about, but once exposed, he could fully imagine how they would think of himself, so he chose to keep silent, and only pretended to be with Ron when Trelawney walked down to inspect. A few words.

"I think about it, I remember I was playing Quidditch in my dream that day!" Ron looked at Trelawney from the corner of his eyes, whispering.

"That probably means that you are going to be eaten by a huge gummy." Harry flipped through the "Guide to Dream Interpretation" with dull interest, and said weakly.

Searching for dreams in the "Guide" is really a boring thing, because it has no technical content and no fun.

Towards the end of get out of class, Professor Trelawney assigned them to record their daily dreams for the next month as homework.

Ron wailed again after hearing it.

In fact, for many people, after dreaming, they quickly forget it.

The bell for the end of get out of class rang from outside the house.

Most students got up from their seats in a hurry and left.

For them, taking this class is indeed a torment.

Contrary to the behavior of most students, Pansy picked up his book from the table and caught it in his arms, but did not leave the classroom.

The girl crept up to Professor Trelawney's side. The female professor noticed her approach and raised her head to reveal her big dragonfly eyes.

"Hello, Miss Parkinson, is there any confusion in class?" Trelawney asked kindly.

"Can you make a prediction for me." Pansy asked cautiously.

Trelawney's face immediately showed some embarrassment. Obviously, as a prophet, the ability of prophecy cannot be used at will.

Certain conditions must be met.

And random predictions will bring misfortune to both the prophet and the person being divination.

Especially those with a strong purpose.

Unlike previous exams, the fragmentary and unscrupulous predictions can be interpreted in many ways.

The more precise, the more likely to pay some unexpected heavy price.

Watching Trelawney's performance can tell one or two, often crazy.

"He is the most important person to me, I can only ask you for help now." Pansy's eyes flashed with tears, showing a pitiful appearance. He wiped the corners of his eyes in a timely manner, which immediately aroused Terry. Looney's sympathy.

But she knew that rash divination would only bring deeper misfortune.

"I have a compromise." She said suddenly.

"You come and tell me everything you see. I will interpret." said the female professor.

"By the way, was my prediction for your final exam last time accurate?" the female professor asked abruptly..

Upon hearing this question, Pansy's cheeks reddened slightly, perhaps because of embarrassing memories.

Then he nodded gently.

"That's still a good signal." Trelawney said in approval, clapped her hands, and the jewelry on her wrist clinked.

"Then let's start."

Even after saying this, she seemed to be in a tangled situation first.

She looked around at the divination tools around and began to hesitate.

Is it better to use tea dregs, magic stone or tarot cards?

There was a dim crystal ball on her table, not sure if it was not activated or lost its magic power, it looked like an ordinary Muggle ornament.

She decisively pushed this humble divination tool in front of Pansy.

"Use your heart to discover, to ask for instructions, to communicate."

"Where should Draco be now?"

Pansy put his hand up gently, meditating in his heart, and then saw light blue water waves in the crystal ball beginning to flow slowly.

She doesn't know what this means for the time being.

Then she heard the choking voice of a woman.

Not crying, but a very slight choking.

It seemed to be Qingyu, but she just heard it.

She still doesn't know what these are.

"Child, what do you perceive?" Trelawney asked gently. For students with "halo", she is very gentle and patient.

Of course, the same goes for those without aura, but there will be more compassion in the female professor's eyes.

After all, in her opinion, it is a pity that she can't push a ray of light amidst the dim fog and see the future.

She honestly relayed what she had heard and saw to Trelawney.