Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying - Chapter 330

c330 An ominous sign

Wade looked around and found the name [Sybill Trelawney] in the corner.

The professor stood in the shadow where the light could not reach. She was covered with complicated and strange jewelry, which made her perfectly invisible in this messy room.

She wore a pair of large glasses, her eyeballs were bulging, and her mysterious temperament was very obvious.

Wade suddenly felt that she was a bit like Luna – not in appearance, but in the feeling of living in another world.

The students who didn’t see the professor didn’t sit down rashly. They looked around strangely. Ron asked: “Where is she?”

“Welcome.” A ethereal voice came: “It’s great to see you in the tangible world at last.”

Trelawney walked out swayingly, the transparent gauze shawl on her shoulders sparkling, and the bracelets on her arms made a crisp sound when they collided.

Wade showed an expression that was hard to describe.

Trelawney was obviously holding a high pedestal, trying to use a mysterious and powerful image that could communicate with the gods to intimidate this group of students who were taking the divination class for the first time.

But in fact, the way she stood in the dark and observed the students before was what she wanted to look like. When she pretended, she looked vulgar and shallow.

Trelawney asked the students to sit down. She adjusted her shawl, sat on the armchair, and continued to brag-

“… Too frequent and busy school life has blurred my third eye…”

“This is the most difficult course in all magical arts… If you don’t have the “sight”, then there is very little I can teach you…”

“… Only a few people have this talent to see through the fog and see through the future…”

Trelawney raised her chin slightly, indicating that she was one of the very few talented people, but her eyes were just staring at a certain point in the air in front of her, not looking at anyone.

It has to be said that the simple students were almost all bluffed. Wade saw Padma not far away originally looking at the professor with a critical eye, but as time went on, her expression became more and more convinced.

Wade flipped through his divination textbook boredly.

The cover of the book was painted with the sun, huge eyes and the back of a woman, and the author was Cassandra Vabrsky.

The front of the text also briefly introduces this famous prophet in the magic world – she was once a beautiful princess who got the eyes of vision from the sun god Apollo and could see what would happen in the future.

But sadly, she offended Apollo and was cursed by the god, cursing that no one would believe her words.

Cassandra saw the fate of her country’s demise, the death of her family and herself, but no one believed her words.

When she was alive, people thought she was a lunatic; after she died, her prophecies were verified one by one, and she was called the greatest prophet in history.

Professor Trelawney is the descendant of this person. Strangely, she pretends to be pretentious among students, but does not mention her legendary bloodline.

Wade knows that although Trelawney always looks like she is pretending, she is actually a real prophet.

The prophecy she made once prompted Voldemort to personally hunt down Harry and affected the direction of the whole world – although she herself did not know this.

Just as she said just now, “prophecy” is an innate talent that flows in her blood. It will inadvertently tear off the mask of peace and reveal the cruel and hideous face of fate.

Students without talent can only compare the contents of the textbooks and talk nonsense while looking at the tea leaves.

Trelawney predicted that someone would leave everyone forever around Easter, and then she started to pour tea with the teapot as if what she said was very ordinary.

Although Wade thought this matter was meaningless, he still took a teacup from the shelf and asked Professor Trelawney to pour a cup of hot tea. Sitting next to Wade was Neville. He accidentally broke a teacup and had to take the second one with a red face. He returned to his seat carefully with both hands as if holding a bomb.

The tea was boiling hot, and the students blew it while drinking it. After finally drinking it, they shook it three times, turned it over and buckled it on the teacup holder.

While waiting for the tea to flow out, Neville nervously opened the textbook. The yellowed pages were painted with simple strokes to depict the shapes of various tea leaves, and the interpretations of different forms were written next to them.

Wade regarded him as Zhou Gong’s interpretation of dreams. Although he didn’t believe it, it was interesting to read.

Soon the tea ran out, and Wade opened the cup and glanced at it casually, his expression slightly stagnant.

The shape of the tea leaves, no matter how you look at it, looks like a bat flying with its wings spread.

In the textbook, bats, like black dogs, are symbols of death, and bats are also associated with evil, vampires, etc.

Neville didn’t pay attention to this side. The broken cup made him a little too nervous. He stared at his teacup and said:

“Wade, why are you open now? Uh… Is my tea already flowing out? Almost there?”

Neville raised his head uncertainly, wanting to see how others did it.

The moment he raised his head, Wade also picked up the teacup, and the edge of the cup gently rubbed the bottom of the cup holder.

“Students who have completed the course, please show your teacup to your companions for interpretation.” Professor Trelawney said, “I will guide and help you. Of course, students without talent can give up early. I said that talent is the most important thing…”

Ved and Neville exchanged teacups.

“Uh, this…”

Neville flipped through the book and tried to interpret: “Your tea leaves look like an umbrella… Maybe it means it’s going to rain tomorrow, and you should go out with an umbrella… But I know you don’t need it, you just need a wand…”

He turned the teacup in a different direction.

“From this side, it looks a bit like a boat. Maybe you’re going to go boating on the Black Lake, Ved… Of course, it may also mean that you’re going on a long journey… Um, with an umbrella…”

Ved also gently shook Neville’s tea leaves –

“It looks a bit like a snarling rabbit… Yes, it means you’ll encounter some good things; or like a cabbage…”

As Ved said this, he suddenly felt as if he was in a trance.

Neville waited for a few seconds and asked, “Are you hungry, Wade?”

“No.” Wade calmed down and said, “Uh… cabbage… symbolizes a good harvest…”

He casually read the words in the book, but there was an idea in his mind that he couldn’t get rid of–

Just a moment ago, he felt that the shape of the tea leaves was very similar to a goat’s head, and this idea was deeply rooted once it appeared, and the more he looked at it, the more it looked like.

A goat’s head, like a bat, is not a good sign.

–But it’s just a few leftover tea leaves. It’s ridiculous to say that it can reveal a person’s fate.

Wade thought so, and picked some good signs casually. Neville was very happy.

On the other side of the classroom, Professor Trelawney was staring at Harry and said sadly:

“Bad omen-the worst omen-the omen of death!”