12dz Chapter 210 The Prophecy in the Divination Class
Chapter 210 The Prophecy in the Divination Class
Chapter 210 The Prophecy in the Divination Class
(Because I re-checked the information, it took a long time to modify and verify, forgive me.)
The area of Hogwarts is not small. With the expansion of space magic, the inner space of the castle is much larger than it looks from the outside.
The classroom where the divination class is located is at the top of the north tower, which is actually not very friendly to the students of any academy.
But who made a divination class a 'don't be disturbed class'?The mundane smoke and fire will make the third eye lose its luster.
After eating breakfast together, they headed towards the North Tower. In the past two years, they have already figured out the general terrain of Hogwarts Castle after wandering around, and with the help of the Marauder's Map, they lost their way. It is impossible to get lost.
There is a conspicuous portrait hanging at the entrance of the North Tower. A group of women in rings are gathering together and whispering gossip. When they saw Ron and the others, they waved happily to them and sent out There was a burst of 'hehehe' laughter.
The upward stairs of the North Tower are very inhumane. As an independent tower, there is only one room on the top floor, and the way to the top of the North Tower is the circular staircase built along the round tower.
The dizzying staircase continued to spiral up, and Hermione held Ron's hand panting. After climbing to the top of the tower, she was a little dizzy and couldn't slow down. This spiral staircase designed against humanity It's really hard to describe.
After going through the last few stairs, they came to a small platform where many young wizards had gathered, but there was no formal door on this platform, only on the low ceiling, There is an unassuming trapdoor with a brass sign on it.
'Sybill Trelawney, Divination teacher. '
They waited here bored for a while, and after almost all the students had arrived, the trap door suddenly opened, and a silver ladder was lowered, which made the noisy little wizard quiet up.
"Mysterious."
Hermione grunted softly, then stepped on the ladder to the classroom of the divination class.
It was the weirdest classroom they had ever seen at Hogwarts.
In fact, it doesn't look like a classroom at all, but more like a mixture of an attic shed and an old-fashioned teahouse. There are at least twenty small round tables squeezed in here. According to the height of the table, there are printed patterns around the table. Cloth armchairs or puffy futons.
Everything in the room was illuminated by a dim red light, the curtains were drawn tightly, and many lamps were covered with large crimson scarves, which would have been scorched hot if the magic had not worked. The scarf was already on fire.
In the suffocatingly hot room, there is also a fireplace burning with a raging flame, and a large copper teapot is placed on it, exuding a very strong and disgusting fragrance.
And along the circular wall were shelves full of dirty quills, candle stubs, many battered playing cards, countless silvery crystal balls, and a large A pile of old teacups of various colors.
A loud sneeze scared the little wizards around Ron to jump up. Ron, whose five senses are more sensitive than ordinary people, was suffocated by the disgusting strong fragrance, even if he pinched his nose, he couldn't stand the smell. .
"Can I open a window, Professor Trelawney?"
It might not be easy for other young wizards to see Trelawney, who was huddled in the shadows and lying on the soft chair from the red light room, but Ron saw her at a glance.
Ron, who paused for a while and didn't get a reply, frowned and added: "If I continue to sneeze during class, I think it will have a bad impact on your teaching, right?"
"Ha chi~"
Ron rubbed his nose vigorously, the louder sneeze seemed to shake the table, and Trelawney, who was in the shadows, finally spoke, but with a hint of reluctance in her tone.
"OK then."
Her voice was erratic, limp and somewhat indistinct.
Professor Trelawney, wearing a pair of huge glasses, lived like a glittering beetle. She walked silently to the place illuminated by the fire. Her thin body and eyes magnified by the glasses made her appear top-heavy a feeling of.
As if to balance the weight, she wore a large shawl with shiny metal pieces, which can make her head magnified by glasses less obtrusive, and countless beads and necklaces hung around her thin and long neck , Arms and hands also wear many bracelets and rings.
This dress is really a bit unorthodox, but Ron didn't think too much about it. If you are a magician, then you have to look a little bit unique.
"Thank you Professor."
Then Ron pulled out his wand, "The whirlwind sweeps away."
The stench transformed from the strong fragrance in the air disappeared immediately, and even the dirty and dusty decorations became clean. The brand-new classroom greatly relieved the little wizards, and everyone was grateful His eyes turned to Ron. After coming here, he was not the only one who felt uncomfortable.
But this made Professor Trelawney freeze her body again. She couldn't maintain the erratic voice before, and said a little unhappy: "Don't you just open a window?"
She paused, and she didn't seem to intend to continue haggling with Ron.
"Welcome." She resumed her erratic voice, and said in a dreamy tone: "It's great to finally see you in the material world, although some people find it hard to accept the magic of incense. Inspiration for us, but that’s okay.”
"Sit down, my children, sit down."
The little wizards sat awkwardly on armchairs or soft futons. This mysterious teacher was a type they had never encountered before.
"Welcome to Divination class," said Professor Trelawney, sitting in an easy chair in front of the fire. She seemed to enjoy the smoky aroma and the steam from the kettle, especially after being heated by the fire. That hot flush.
"I'm Professor Trelawney. You probably rarely saw me before, because I found that living in a chaotic and noisy campus would blur my third eye."
She said some words that the little wizards couldn't understand. No one could understand what she said about the Celestial Eye. The little wizards just felt strange, but Trelawney didn't mind. She straightened her shawl gracefully, Then continue to speak.
"So you have taken a course in Divination, which is the most profound of all magical arts. I must say that if you have no insight, I am powerless. In this field, books can teach you. That's just a little bit"
But these words did not depress the little wizards. It is not that there are no courses that are very talented. Transfiguration is also a course that requires talent, but according to Trelawney, perhaps in this course, talent is more important than talent. Everything counts.
Some nervous little wizards stared at Trelawney, they really wanted to know if they had the talent for divination, and if so, what a cool thing it would be.
"Although many wizards are talented in the fields of making ping-pong-pong sounds, various smells, and sudden disappearances, they cannot see through the mystery of the future." Heaviness, Trelawney's startlingly large and shining eyes looking from one tense face to another, "is a gift only a few have."
"You, child." Trelawney suddenly said to Neville. This question without warning made Neville look back in doubt. She was a little dissatisfied with scaring this simple-looking child.
"How is your grandma?" she said softly.
"He is in good health. A bag of rice can withstand the eighth floor without panting."
During the vacation, Neville, who suffered from his grandmother's love stick, nodded seriously. While he became stronger, he discovered his grandmother's new hobby, and his grandmother began to teach Neville some things that he hadn't taught him before. He was trained as the successor of a serious wizard family, which is much stricter than before. This is probably because Neville looks more responsible than before, and in the eyes of Mrs. Longbottom, he can carry the honor of the family. .
This made Trelawney feel a little speechless, but she still made a calm look, and then shook her head gently, "If I were you, I wouldn't be so sure, dear .”
Her emerald earrings shone in the firelight, and Neville tried to believe Trelawney's words, but obviously, Neville, who was not good at acting, failed, but Trelawney, who had already turned her attention to other people Neville breathed a sigh of relief.
"This year we will learn the basics of divination. In the first semester, we will focus on how to read tea leaves. In the second semester, we will start learning palm reading. By the way, my dear." Trelawney suddenly turned her head to Parvati Petty Er threw a sentence: "Be wary of a man with red hair."
Unlike Neville's calmness, Parvati was taken aback by the sudden words, which made Trelawney's eyes flash with satisfaction.
"Will he hurt me?" Parvati hugged her chest. She looked at Professor Trelawney, then quickly glanced at Ron who was sitting at the table next to her, and then said softly and quickly .
"It's like tying me up, hanging me up, and then whipping me hard with a whip, or pushing me to the ground and putting me in a collar"
"Okay, dear." Trelawney hastily interrupted Parvati's thoughts and associations, "Perhaps such a bad thing will not happen to you, because I have foreseen the revealed future There are always variables."
Trelawney's smooth opening didn't have the desired effect, and Parvati seemed to sigh with pity.
"Okay." She said sullenly, which provoked a burst of soft laughter from her best friend.
Seems like something is wrong with this class
Trelawney suddenly had some bad feelings in her heart, but the matter had come to this point, and she had no choice but to continue with her tried-and-tested teaching opening.
"During the summer term," she said, emphasizing her voice to distract the little wizards, "we're starting to learn about the crystal ball—I mean, if we finish with the Omen of Fire, but unfortunately, February will With a bad flu that shuts down classes, I lose my voice, and around Easter, one of us will leave us forever."
Her ethereal, dreamlike voice aggravated her sense of mystery, and the unquestionable firmness in those sparkling eyes made the little wizards choose to believe her. A frightening silence filled the students, and the instigator Trelawney, she didn't seem to notice.
"Honey," she said to Lavender Brown, who was closest to her, the most frightened and deeply involved, "can you pass me the biggest silver teacup?"
This made Lavender heave a sigh of relief. It seemed that she did not hear her prophecy, which made Lavender feel relieved a little. She stood up, took a huge teacup from the shelf, and put it in the Trelaw on the table in front of Professor Ni.
"Thank you, dear, and by the way, the thing you dreaded most—will happen on Friday, October [-]."
The heart that had just been let go hadn't landed on the ground yet. After hearing the bad news, Lavender immediately sat softly on the futon and trembled.
Trelawney looked back in satisfaction, but a burly figure who was twitching slightly made her frown again.
She moved her nose slightly, and sniffed the smell seriously. After Ron's whirlwind swept away, the rich fragrance that she had accumulated all night had long been swept away, although because of the censer, the aroma of the incense It's still exuding, but it's so thin that only a soft fragrance remains.
'Shouldn't be sneezing, right? '
Trelawney thought about it with some doubts, but seeing Ron's suffocated expression, she was actually full of curiosity.
"What's the matter, child?"
"It's nothing."
Ron waved his hands again and again, his face flushed.
"It's not appropriate to say now, it's really inappropriate."
However, such words made Trelawney excited. She thought that the prophecy about the red-haired man she just said seemed to take effect after a delay. The expression becomes more peaceful and mysterious.
"There is nothing inappropriate. If you come to this classroom, then I will guide you to explore your talents. Maybe the humble people will walk out of an unusual path after being guided correctly."
"Tell me, kid, what are you worried or afraid of? After clarifying your doubts, we will start our first class, interpreting tea leaves."
"Are you serious?"
"of course."
After Trelawney's dreamy voice fell, Ron, who managed to sit upright, glanced around and looked at his classmates. He said in a serious tone: "Actually, professor, you should change the calendar."
"Ok?"
Under Trelawney's puzzled gaze, Ron spread his hands innocently, "October [-] last year was Friday, and October [-] this year is Saturday." (I checked the calendar)
However, it was Lavender's exclamation that responded to Ron.
"I lost my love in October last year."
She immediately covered her face and lowered her head. It seemed that Lavender, who had started to cry, hadn't gotten over the breakup last year. This seemed to be the thing that frightened her the most. Lavender's appearance made several boys want to move, but This also greatly eased the embarrassment of Trelawney who said the wrong date because she didn't change the calendar.
"Okay, now divide into two groups, each take a teacup from the shelf, come to me, I will fill the cup with tea, and then you will go on drinking tea until there is only tea leaves left." Terry Launie spoke quickly, even forgetting to muffle her voice.
"Shake the tea leaves in the quilt with your left hand three times, then put the cup upside down on the tray, and when the last drop of tea has leaked out, hand the cup to your partner for interpretation. Read the fifth and sixth pages of "Future" to interpret the shape of tea leaves."
"Move, kid."
Trelawney's voice became indistinct again, "This will give you a general idea of whether you have the talent to learn this magical art."
The little wizards got up one after another, picked up old teacups from the closet on the round wall, walked to the copper teapot in front of Professor Trelawney, and took a full cup of strong tea with many tea stems.
"Professor, the tea should be moldy."
Even though it was boiled, and covered by the gradually wafting incense, the mildly musty tea still couldn't escape Ron's nose. He stared at Trelawney seriously, with Guessing: "The teaching funds should be sufficient, is it possible?"
"Pfft~~~"
A series of water spray sounds sounded, and the little wizards who brought back the tea earlier than Ron were trying to drink the tea, coughing and poohing. That being said, they did taste a strange smell similar to rotten wood.
"No problem with tea!"
She will never admit that she spends most of her teaching funds on expensive premium sherry wines. After all, the teaching of divination is just like what she said. So props just make do with it.
"Props for divination need to be endowed with special magic power, please rest assured to drink, there is no problem."
As if to strengthen her persuasiveness, Trelawney also filled her silver cup with tea, and then took small sips, as if she couldn't taste the bitterness and rotten wood taste in the tea.
In Trelawney's mouth, the refreshing tea seemed to be a drowsy hot drink. She narrowed her eyes slightly, showing a slightly tired look.
The little wizards became quiet again, and the professor's actions were more effective than words. Although the rotten smell still existed, the little wizards held their noses and drank it.
They drained the tea and then exchanged glasses.
"I think it's simply unfounded speculation."
Hermione looked at the tea stems in the teacup, and she didn't need to turn the book to remember the meaning of each shape, but these things that were endowed with meaning were different in her eyes.
This imaginary pattern based on subjective guesses is not what she wants to learn at all.
"It's too bad."
Hermione muttered softly. As a Muggle-born, she is still occupied by materialism in her heart. Even in the magical world, she still likes knowledge that is well-founded, self-consistent and logical. .
Such as alchemy, potions, spells and other subjects.
Even a subject such as astronomy has a theory that conforms to the usual trajectory. Hermione can't accept the truth of such mysterious and mysterious things as divination.
"Maybe there will be surprises, don't worry, the world of magic itself is full of all kinds of unimaginable things, think about Hagrid, the one we talked about at breakfast earlier."
"Okay." Hermione thought of Hagrid's outrageous cross-species reproduction, and it seemed that divination was not so unreasonable in comparison.
Although Ron knew that Hermione would not like to take this class, Trelawney herself deserves attention. Dumbledore put her in Hogwarts for more than ten years, and did not expect She can really teach divination. Divination masters never become employed through study, they are all born with this talent.
Trelawney completed five unconscious prophecies/crow's mouth in the original work, each of which was successful. She was not under her own control, or inadvertently said words, which were actually better than those with inducements and purposes she just said. Sexual words are closer to prophecy.
The most famous one is about Harry, Neville, and Voldemort:
(This is a prophecy, and it is also in the writer's words)
But what Ron remembers most is a prophecy that Trelawney made when she was awake, which is extremely easy to be ignored, or a curse like a crow's mouth.
"Thirteen people eat together, and the first person to stand up after the meal will be the first to die."
The crow's mouth-like words began to come true three years later.
In this year's dinner in the original book, before Trelawney came, there were already thirteen people sitting at the dinner table, because at that time Ron's mouse "Spotted", that is, Peter Pettigrew was on Ron's body. Upper Peter happened to be thirteen people.Among the thirteen people, Dumbledore was the first to stand up, and Dumbledore stood up to greet Trelawney.
It turns out that Dumbledore was the first to die.
And in the dinner party in Chapter 5 of "Order of the Phoenix" (pages 59-63), there were a total of 13 people. Sirius stood up first, and he was the first to die among the 13 people. (There are supplements here)
As the great-great-granddaughter of the 'Prophet' Cassandra Trelawney, Sybill Trelawney actually possessed an ability that she didn't know about, and was even completely underestimated by herself.
But, Ron still hoped that Trelawney could make this kind of mustache to scare little wizards more mellow, otherwise it would really be a drama, and it would be hard to hold back a laugh.
"Let's see, Teacher LeMay is very good at prophecy. Maybe after we discover our talent, we can learn more from the teacher, right?"
Ron twirled the teacup, trying hard to come up with some reliable patterns in his brain, and then figured it out to see if he had the talent.
"Hmm, um. I saw a pile of tea dregs."
Ron, who couldn't figure out why, raised his head in a daze. No wonder Nicolas May didn't mention divination to him. He must be no better than a squib in divination.
"Open up your mind, my dear, and let your eyes go beyond the boundaries of the world! The Celestial Eye will be the only way for you to see into the future."
Professor Troney's ethereal words made people feel a little drowsy, and Ron, who had completely given up, looked at Hermione with his chin propped up. Her frowning expression was really cute.
"The pattern seems to be banknotes, but the wizard uses Galleons, so it may be the envelope, which represents the arrival of close people from afar."
"Ron, did you meet other girls outside?" Hermione stared at Ron suspiciously.
"No, no, not at all. How could this be an envelope? It's not regular at all, it's just a note at most." Ron, who was in a cold sweat, waved his hand quickly.
"It seems to be correct, but there is no explanation for the note, but there are ballots, which represent gaining power and being respected."
"There is also a pattern that seems to be a peach? This seems to represent an illusory dream."
"Does this mean, Ron, you are dreaming of being a prefect?"
Hermione couldn't help covering the corner of her mouth and laughing softly. After she let her mind go and started guessing randomly, the game seemed to have some meaning.
"Oh, this is so accurate, 'Want a ticket? You're thinking of peaches.' The result of this divination is really accurate."
Ron pursed his lips and muttered something in a low voice, but before Hermione could ask what it meant, when she didn't quite understand, an exclamation came from the table next to them.
Trelawney, who was walking back and forth among the little wizards, seemed to be sleepwalking, but the exclamation did come from her mouth.
"A long sword! This represents a duel!"
Then Trelawney turned the teacup, "Eagle, it means you have a deadly enemy"
"And the gavel, which means you will face a trial."
Harry and Neville, who were sitting at Trelawney's feet, stared at the increasingly disturbed and fearful Professor Trelawney with stiff expressions. They actually didn't understand what was going on now.
They watched Trelawney nervously turning the teacup for the last time. Although they knew in their hearts that this should not be believed, they couldn't help but hold their breath.
"Oh, it's a sun, which represents great joy, and it seems that your end is not bad, dear."
The two people who collapsed immediately breathed a sigh of relief. After all, Trelawney's performance just now seemed to be a little overreacted.
The little wizards who finally heard some good news from Trelawney breathed a sigh of relief. After all, the previous prophecy was either bad luck or bad luck. The sun that finally came out of Trelawney's mouth made them relax. many.
"Oh dear, why do I have doubts when I meet you?"
Ron was indeed suspicious. Didn't Professor Trelawney's first class have to predict the end of a personal death?Why is the unknown missing this year?
Of course something is wrong.
"Professor, can you help me take a look?"
Ron curiously took his cup from Hermione's hand, and then handed it to Trelawney. If the ominous prophecy was placed on others, it might cause a little uneasiness, but for him, it would be a big deal. Dog meat.
Trelawney hesitated for a moment, then said in a vague voice: "Yes", she took the teacup and began to twirl it gently.
"An invitation, it could be a challenge."
"A beating heart full of cracks." Trelawney stared at Ron. "It's a dying struggle."
Then she looked back and turned the teacup gently, but for a long time, she didn't make any sound.
This silent solemnity made the little wizards hold their breath, and they waited nervously.
"A broken doll, a symbol of incompleteness."
"and finally"
Trelawney raised her head sharply, and she took a staggering step back, sitting in an empty armchair, covering her chest with a shiny hand, and tightly closed her eyes.
"I don't know if it's true. It's the first time I've met such and such."
"My dear boy. My poor dear boy—"
Professor Trelawney opened her eyes tremblingly. She looked at the teacup in her hand again, and then threw it away suddenly. It seemed that something terrible appeared inside.
"No no no it's best not to say—"
Trelawney, who suddenly twitched on the chair, tensed her upper body, and stared at the ceiling with wide-open eyes. These horrifying movements and expressions made the little wizards shrink back involuntarily. Shrunk, wanting to get away from her.
A hoarse, low voice was forced from Trelawney's throat.
"He who slays the Dark Lord will step into oblivion—the broken body will then be made whole—and he who has become the Sundisk will face death—the last stand—"
A sharp inhalation sound awakened the little wizards from their shock, while Trelawney, who was a little confused, blinked in confusion.
"The last thing I saw was the unknown being torn apart, which was more terrifying than death"
She shivered in the armchair. "Perhaps that is something worse than death. It is a cruel torture."
"Okay, today's class ends here." Looking at the silent classroom in front of her, Trelawney said in a very vague voice: "Yes, please pack your things, get out of class is over."
The little wizards silently returned the teacups to Trelawney's classroom, and then they packed up their textbooks, closed their schoolbags, and left the classroom silently and quickly, which was gradually filled with smoky aroma and damp smell.
The red light they saw before made them squint their eyes after they left the divination classroom. The white light outside the window was so glaring.
"Maybe it's a serious prophecy this time." Ron whispered to Hermione as he went down the stairs, "Looks like I have to buy some wine for the professor, she likes it."
"You mean unknown?" Hermione grabbed Ron's sleeve, and they fell at the end of the crowd.
"How many times have I died? Don't forget the world of flames and silence so quickly, I still remember it vividly."
Hermione was slightly relieved. What Trelawney said just now did have a special appeal, making people involuntarily choose to believe it.
"The next class is Transfiguration. There is room for the North Tower to go to the classroom. Don't be late."
As they spoke, they hurried forward, but the uneasiness gloomy between their brows had gradually dissipated.
"He who has the power to conquer the Dark Lord comes near - born into a family who defeated the Dark Lord three times - born in the seventh month - the Dark Lord marks him as his rival - but he has the Dark Lord Powers unknown to the Head—one must die at the hand of the other, for both cannot live, only one can survive—the one who has the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born at the end of the seventh month. "
(End of this chapter)