Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

At the same time, a similar scene was staged in another classroom on the top of Hogwarts' North Tower.

The fortune-telling classroom looked hazy in the layers of milky white clouds, and Professor Trelawney was in class.

She still wears her extremely disproportionately large glasses, a silky light blue shawl, and her slender neck is covered with gorgeous crystal ornaments, and even her arms and fingers are covered with bracelets and rings. , And then you can go to Hogsmeade Village to set up a street stall, and it's a great deal to be a second road dealer.

The classroom was filled with a scent of incense at this time, and it was also filled with dim candlelight. The light red flame of the candle tip was dancing without wind, entangled with the fog, like a dream.

It fits the atmosphere of divination.

"Come on, you start to observe now, looking at this crystal ball, what do you see?"

Trelawney gathered all the students together, made them form a circle around the round table in front of her, and induced the students with a tone of pretending to be a ghost. The atmosphere in the classroom seemed very frightening under her guidance. The hand kept swaying on the crystal ball, seeming to be stroking, but not really touching.

The students stretched their heads as hard as they could, trying to show a look of hard work.

But to be honest, it's still hard to understand.

"I saw the clouds." A student said.

"That may be the smoke in the room itself." Professor Trelawney clasped her fingers and put her hands on her chest, although her rings collided, making it difficult for her to clasp.

She went on to say, "You have to feel it with your heart. Of course, clouds and mists are also a scene you see from time to time. This indicates an unpredictable future."

"But you have to observe with your heart, remove that layer of fog, and see the most real future."

"Also, children, what did you see?" she asked again.

"I saw your crystal ball shattered." Luna said dazedly.

"No, it won't, my crystal ball is..." Professor Trelawney was explaining the material and function of her crystal ball in a patient tone, and then suddenly heard a crisp sound.

Placed on the table in front of everyone, on the top of the crystal ball held up by a blue silky cloth, first an invisible fine line appeared suddenly, and then a spider web-like crack spread wildly, until the whole sphere shattered

Trelawney looked at the situation stupidly, seeming to be completely stunned.

The students didn't dare to speak out.

"Cough cough." A student didn't realize anything and coughed a few times. It may be that the cold weather recently caused him to catch a cold.

The vibration caused by the slight cough quickly produced a chain reaction.

Then the crystal ball that managed to maintain a spherical shape collapsed directly, scattered into a bunch of shiny fragments, and fell on the cloth strip, peacefully announcing its end of life.

Even students who have never studied divination know that a broken crystal ball used for divination is definitely not a good sign. Generally, this is a bad omen.

Soon, Professor Trelawney's slow nerves realized what horrible things had happened before her eyes.

"Observer!" she said in horror, her eyes widened.

The woman was waving her arms and struggling to get up from the chair: "Hogwarts is about to fall into the flames of war and gunpowder!" Just when she wanted to say something, she suddenly swayed and dropped her head. On the cold marble floor.

"I think we should send her to the infirmary first." Luna said helplessly while supporting Professor Trelawney's arm with one hand.

Then the group of students carried her to the infirmary hurriedly, and Furong arranged a free bed for her.

"What happened to her?" she asked.

"When the professor was doing divination for us, suddenly the crystal ball broke. She muttered that Hogwarts was about to usher in the flames of war, and then..."

A Hufflepuff schoolgirl quickly explained.

"Divination often pays some price. The more accurate and important the divination, the more the price will be paid." Compared with other prejudices about divination, Furong showed a considerable understanding of this.

"Let her rest for a while."

As soon as Furong's voice fell, Professor Trelawney stood up from the soft hospital bed.

"I'm looking for McGonagall, I want to tell her that Hogwarts is about to face disaster!"

"As long as the mysterious man wants to expand his power, Hogwarts will be spotted sooner or later." Fleur said suddenly.

This is self-explanatory.

Trelawney lost her look in her eyes, and she seemed to think of Voldemort's matchup with Dumbledore at the Ministry of Magic.

Voldemort's threatening words resounded again.

After screaming, he fainted again.

The subsequent teacher seemed very abnormal. After a simple examination, Furong said that there was nothing serious, so she was discharged from the hospital. The suggestion is to take more rest.

But Trelawney did not continue the class, but found McGonagall's professor to explain to her that she had "seeed the future."

"Minerva, the situation is very serious now."

"Minerva, Hogwarts is facing a huge crisis!"

In the first few words, McGonagall endured her, listening to her babbling in the office, and refused to communicate with her directly afterwards.

This female professor talks about her all day long.

At lunch, in the teacher's seat in the auditorium, she was separated from Professor McGonagall and Flitwick.

"Minerva, there is a breath in your head, it is unknown..."

"Felius, it is unknown whether your face is not inferior to Minerva, please pay more attention recently."

"Oh, I see." Flitwick, who has always been kind, said impatiently.

The initial reminder was accepted as a kindness, but the curse of babbling, no matter how good it sounds, would not accept it.

"Mr. Slughorn, you are lucky and you will be safe in the future." Trelawney raised her hand, and then sat on his side unceremoniously.

"Uh, hehe." Slughorn twisted his beard, noncommittal.

"There will be a traitor among us." Professor McGonagall was interrupted when he was about to put a spoonful of pudding into his mouth.

Trelawney said conclusively.

"Sybil, if you don't let us eat well, maybe our most recent disaster is indigestion."

Professor McGonagall was full of anger.

"The prophet is destined to be alone." She muttered and finally shut up.

"By the way, where's Severus?" McGonagall suddenly asked the left and right.

"I don't know where, he seems a little uncomfortable."

At this time, the person they were talking about, not long after getting rid of the pain, quickly found his student who had just helped.

"Although I don't want to break my promise so quickly."

"But it still has to do with you, Draco."

"Your father is unlucky. He seems to have lost something very important to the Dark Lord." Snape said gloomily, his dark eyes fixed on his student.

Malfoy couldn't see the happiness and anger on his face, he just clenched his fingers, staring at the table top filled with various utensils in a daze.