Harry Potter's Catastrophe - Chapter 509

c509 :Divination Lesson (Part 2)

They swung the tea leaves around as Professor Trelawney had taught them, then dried the teacups and exchanged teacups.

“Okay,” Ron said, and they both turned to pages five and six at the same time, “What did you see in my teacup?”

“Lots of soaked brown stuff,” said Harry. The thick scented smoke in the classroom made him feel sleepy.

“Open your mind, my dear, and let your eyes go beyond worldly things!” Professor Trelawney called from the darkness.

“Carney, what’s in your cup looks like a bowl, and it looks like half a sun. There’s also a… branch?” Hermione flipped through “Parting Through the Fog to See the Future” and looked for it.

“Maybe it’s a half-moon. The half-moon represents incompleteness. The branches mean that you are immature. It means that you are not a perfect person yet and need to experience growth.”

“Oh, isn’t Carney perfect?” Harry next to him said after hearing this.

“Ron, you look like a shaking cross, which means you are about to encounter trials and tribulations. I’m sorry about this, but there is something here, it seems to be the sun.”

Harry looked up “Looking Through the Fog to See the Future” and said, “This means great happiness, so you will be unlucky, but you will be very happy…”

“If you ask me, I’d say you need to test your talent,” Ron said, and both had to hold back their laughter because Professor Trelawney was looking over at them.

“My turn,” Ron looked into Harry’s teacup, his forehead wrinkled with effort. “Here’s a blob that looks like a bowler hat,” he said. “Maybe you’re going to work for the Ministry of Magic!”

“If you ask me, Carney’s one might be a hat. Maybe he will end up working in the Ministry of Magic. After all, he is so good.” Ron said.

“Maybe.” Hermione frowned, saying hat was a bit far-fetched.

“But it looks more like an acorn. What is that?” He flipped through his copy of “Looking Through the Fog to See the Future.” “Windfall, unexpected gold. Great, you can borrow it.” Give me some.” Ron twirled the cup.

He turned the tea cup around again, “This looks like an animal. Yes, if it is a head, it looks like a hippopotamus, no, like a sheep…”

Harry burst out laughing, and Professor Trelawney turned around quickly.

“Let me see, honey.” She said to Ron unhappily, quickly came over and snatched the tea cup from Ron’s hand. Everyone fell silent and watched. Professor Trelawney stared at the teacup and turned it counterclockwise.

“Falcon, dear, you have a mortal enemy.”

“But everyone knows about it,” Hermione muttered loudly. Professor Trelawney glared at her.

“Well, it’s like that,” Hermione said, “Everyone knows about Harry and You-Know-Who.”

Harry and Ron stared at her in surprise and admiration. They had never heard Hermione speak to a teacher like this. Professor Trelawney deliberately refused to answer. Her big eyes looked into Harry’s teacup again, and she continued to turn the teacup.

“There was an attack. Honey, honey, this is not a lucky teacup…”

“I thought it was a bowler hat,” Ron said with a shrug. After all, a tea stain looks like a lot of things.

“Skull, the future is in danger, dear…” Everyone stared at Professor Trelawney in shock. She turned the tea cup one last time, gasped, and then screamed.

There was another sound of breaking china: Neville shattered a second cup.

Professor Trelawney sank into an empty armchair, her shining hand on her heart, her eyes closed.

“My dear child, my poor, dear child, no, why not say it? Don’t ask me…”

“What’s the matter, Professor?” Dean Thomas said immediately. Everyone stood up and slowly gathered around Harry and Ron’s table, closer to Professor Trelawney’s armchair to get a better look at Harry’s teacup.

“My dear,” Professor Trelawney’s big eyes opened dramatically, “you are in trouble.”

“What do I have?” said Harry.

He knew he wasn’t the only one who couldn’t understand the word: Dean Thomas shrugged at him, Lavender Brown looked confused, but everyone else practically covered their mouths with their hands in horror.

“Ominous, my dear, ominous!” cried Professor Trelawney, shocked that Harry didn’t understand.

“Oh, that’s great. It means there is a new adventure.” Harry said easily, accompanied by Trelawney’s strange eyes.

“Poor child, let’s change it.” Trelawney shook her head and put down Harry’s cup, looking puzzled at why there were four teacups on the three-person table.

But she couldn’t ask about something because she had always acted as someone who could see the future.

“Let me see your cup, child.” Trelawney took the cup from Hermione’s hand. As soon as she saw it for the first time, her whole body was shaken and the cup almost fell to the ground.

“Dark lightning, catastrophe…” Everyone looked at Professor Trelawney in stunned silence. She put the tea cup on the table, keeping a distance of more than half a meter between her body and the cup, and it seemed that she wanted to be farther away.

It seems that only in this way can we not be contaminated by the catastrophe and let ourselves have bad luck.

She concentrated on staring at the tea stains in the cup, and while walking around the table, the students who were about to surround her suddenly stepped back.

“My dear, it’s the skull… The black lightning is accompanied by the skull, your future is in jeopardy…” Trelawney looked horrified, “And… Oops.”

Trelawney almost tripped over the chair and quickly steadied herself, “And it will also hurt others and make them miserable. This means that you are destined to be alone for the rest of your life.”

After speaking, Trelawney quickly moved to their table. She had obviously been infected by the disaster just now and became unlucky.

“Bats… giant vampire bats that haunt cemeteries and are a bad omen at worst.”

“Okay, that’s really scary.” Hermione felt it didn’t matter, because it wasn’t her teacup at all. “Is this also unknown?”

“No! It’s worse than that.” Trelawney said tremblingly, “This is a disaster! A bad omen of death!”

“It doesn’t look like it,” Hermione said bluntly.

“I said don’t be unhappy, my dear. I feel that the aura surrounding you is very small. Your ability to accept future resonance is very poor.” Professor Trelawney said, “Maybe it’s because you have a disaster.”

“I think that’s all for today’s class,” Professor Trelawney said, using her most indistinct voice, “Please pack your things…”

The entire class silently returned the tea cups to Professor Trelawney, closed their books, and packed their bags.

“Before we meet again,” Professor Trelawney said weakly, “good luck to you all. Oh, dear.” She pointed at Neville, “You’ll be late for your next class, so remember to work extra hard. To catch up with everyone.”