Hogwarts Card System.

Chapter 254: Holy Light Hermione and Trelawney's Prophecy
Therefore, Neville had a new subject to study in his extracurricular tutoring - Holy Light!
The breathing method is to strengthen the body and breathing, and strengthen the body's energy to produce spillover effects.

The Holy Light is to hone the will and mind, and strengthen the spiritual energy to radiate it outward as Holy Light.

Well, no conflict.

Before he knew it, Neville's warrior level had reached level 3, which was only 1 level away from the wizard profession!
Neville has reached level 7 without realizing it (level 4 wizard/level 3 warrior)!

Growing so fast!
What Ted didn't expect was that Hermione actually had some talent for holy light!

After some trials and training, she found that she could integrate this golden positive energy into defensive and healing magic!
She simply regarded this energy as a positive energy magic, and after integrating the holy light, the holy light armor spell, in terms of defense alone, was no worse than Ted's safety helmet spell of the same level. It was just not as convenient in terms of functionality.

Even so, it is a big improvement. It more than doubles the defensive power of her previous Iron Armor Spell!
She even found time to learn a few healing spells from Madam Pomfrey at the hospital wing.

Look at it this way, the value of this alien knowledge exchange.

600 experience points for two people!

……

Divination class.

Today I will teach you how to use a crystal ball for divination.

The crystal balls here are different from those on the market. There is a slowly rotating mist inside.

Before casting the spell, sprinkle a circle of salt around the crystal ball to prevent it from being affected by the mixed magic power from the outside world.

Then reach out and press the crystal ball, inject magic power into it, and look carefully... Look! Look~Look...

"Hmph~~~" Ron was so fascinated by the show that he fell asleep with his arm leaning on it and even snored.

Jerry quickly woke him up.

"What are you doing? Be serious! This is divination. If I learn it, I will be able to make money everywhere in the future."

Hearing about money, Ron perked up a little. He stared at the crystal ball carefully, but he couldn't see anything except the slowly rotating mist. He was so sleepy!

"Did you see anything?" he asked.

Jerry frowned and said bitterly, "It will be soon!"

"But I only saw fog!"

"Mist? Yes, it is mist. But what does mist represent?"

Suddenly, Jerry realized: "I see! This means there will be heavy fog in the near future!"

The female students at the next table were all amused by him.

You think this is the weather forecast!

Jerry was still brooding over it until the end of get out of class, saying that there would definitely be heavy fog in the next few days.

Ron disagreed, "Give it up. This thing is inherited and requires talent. Either your ancestors are prophets and fortune tellers, or you really have talent in this area..."

"Like Ted?"

"Maybe!"

Ted had previously used the method of stuffing three coins into a fire crab shell (turtle shell) to divine for a girl in their lion school about a lost pet, and she really found it in the approximate location of that direction!

Now everyone is saying that Ted might have the gift of a fortune teller!
These words even reached the ears of Trelawney, who rarely interacted with people.

She really can't stand hearing this kind of talk.

The burden on her was too heavy, and she even had to rely on acting and pretending to be mysterious, crazy and stupid to maintain her image as a superior.

She didn't even dare to interact with her colleagues, and she was rarely seen sitting in the professor's seat during meals.

The tremendous pressure caused her to develop an alcoholic habit, and she was drunk every day.

In short, she has paid too much for this line of work.

And now, a third-grade little wizard, who had just learned divination for less than two months, was said to have the talent of a fortune teller.

This is simply grabbing her heart!

Or hold on and scratch it hard.

She felt she had to do something!
So, at the end of the get out of class, Ted was kept after class.

"Mr. Epiphany, please stay for a moment, we need to talk..." Trelawney looked a little excited and a little nervous.

She herself felt guilty, and a little jealous and angry. In short, it was a very complicated situation.

"Okay, Professor."

Everyone left. Before leaving, Hermione gave Ted a look: Be careful, or run!

Ted smiled and nodded. Trelawney's mind was as active as a monkey dancing in front of him, and it was hard not to pay attention.

He could understand her behavior.

However, he had no intention of comforting the other party.

"Uh... that..." Trelawney seemed to be at a loss as to how to start.

Ted smiled and said, "Does the professor mean to say that I have the talent of a fortune teller? My classmates are just joking. Some even say that I have the talent of a Dark Lord!"

Trelawney lowered her head and pushed up her glasses. She didn't expect that her thoughts were seen through by the other party. "Oh, yes, yes."

Ted rolled his eyes and said to himself, "Dark Lord, what are you doing?!"

Facing this handsome young man who was almost as tall as herself, Trelawney suddenly didn't know what to say.

"You, you have to know that divination requires talent. Not everyone can go far on this path. So, you have to study hard, understand?"

Trelawney didn't know what she was saying, so why was I encouraging her?

Shouldn't we sternly remind the other party not to harbor unreasonable expectations and waste time in this industry?

Ted smiled: "Okay professor, I see. The Defense Against the Dark Arts class is about to start, and I'll leave first if there's nothing else to do."

"Oh, alright."

Ted raised his leg and walked out, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

Turning around, I found that Trelawney was sitting upright in the chair, her pupils dilated, and her whole body tense in an indescribable posture.

"Professor! Professor, what's wrong with you? Are you okay?" Ted didn't even dare to reach out to touch her.

Damn it! You're not trying to scam me, are you?

Professor Trelawney's pupils had dilated to the limit, and a string of rapid words came out of her mouth: "Darkness! Death! It's approaching! Stop him, stop him, he's coming!"

Ted was stunned, then immediately became serious: "Who? Who did you say is coming? When?!"

"Ah? Classmate Epifani, what did you say? Aren't you going to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class?" At this time, Trelawney actually returned to normal.

Blanch!
Ted frowned slightly, "Professor, do you remember what you just said?"

"What? I said: Oh, okay."

"That's not it!"

"Isn't this one?"

"You say: Darkness! Death! Is approaching! Stop him, stop him, he is coming!"

Ted imitated Trelawney so well, not only the tone and speed, but even the voice was the same as Trelawney's.

Trelawney was startled when she suddenly heard her own voice coming from Ted's mouth.

Then I was shocked by the content!
"I said that?!"

"That's right!"

"I have no impression! I don't remember it at all!"

"I know, don't be anxious. Sit down first." Ted simply comforted her.

The psychic power quickly calmed down the somewhat panicked Trelawney.

"Professor, you have the gift of prophecy. Did you know that?"

"really?"

Trelawney smiled brightly, but soon realized something was wrong: "Oh, of course I mean, I'm the Divination professor."

Ted turned his face away and adjusted his expression. "I mean, you really have a gift for prophecy. Do you remember why Dumbledore hired you as a professor of Divination?"

Trelawney fell into recollection, and Ted guided her with words: "Remember? At night, in the Hog's Head Inn, you and Dumbledore, in the dim candlelight... He didn't want to hire you as a professor, in fact, he wanted to cancel this course. But you suddenly made a prophecy..."

Trelawney's consciousness began to wander through her past memories, but she really couldn't remember clearly, and Ted could see that this small part of her memory was blank.

She is unconscious of this ability when she makes predictions, and she has no memory of it.

"Okay, Professor, we'll talk more about this later. Let's talk about this new prophecy. Now I have to go to class..."

After Ted left, Trelawney was scared and happy!
Death is approaching!
It turns out that Dumbledore didn't pity me! I really have the gift of prophecy!

The mental burden of many years was lifted at once, and I felt relaxed...

(End of this chapter)