Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 178 Professor Trelawney's New Prophecy
Just as Dylan was helping Neville with how to perform divination by observing tea dregs.

Professor Trelawney suddenly darted out of the shadows with astonishing speed.

Her thin, bony fingers gripped Harry's teacup like eagle claws.

The silver bracelets on their wrists clinked together, making a crisp, chiming sound like wind chimes.

The tea leaves in Harry's teacup rearranged themselves during the vibration, forming a winding, serpentine pattern.

There was an undissolved tea stalk right at the snake's eye.

“A snake…it seems you have an enemy.”

Professor Trelawney muttered to herself.

However, Hermione, who was sitting at the same table as Harry and the others, frowned, her eyebrows almost reaching her hairline.

She abruptly closed the book in front of her, "Seeing the Future Through the Fog."

The heavy pages of the book snapped shut, startling the pheasant that had been perched on the windowsill.

"Harry's enemies? Which ones do you mean? He has many enemies."

Harry's lips twitched: "No, not really..."

Hermione ignored him and continued to stare at Professor Trelawney.

—After discovering that this elective course could not be mastered directly through reading.

Hermione couldn't help but feel dissatisfied with the Divination class.

How could there be a course where even the necessary supplementary materials are only used to help a wizard observe some tea leaves that seem to be nothing at all?
This is too unreasonable!
Moreover, she didn't sense any real divination power from Professor Trelawney.

On the contrary—she even thought that the strangely dressed professor was just putting on an act!
Because what she said was always so vague!

Moreover, Hermione recalled what Dylan had mentioned to her before.

Divination is not a very comprehensive course.

Learning alone will not make a wizard truly master divination.

She couldn't help but start to consider Dylan's meaning...

Could it be that Professor Trelawney actually doesn't know how to tell fortunes at all?
It's no wonder she had such thoughts.

The classroom environment was absolutely terrible, which would naturally put you in a bad mood.

Furthermore, considering Hermione's own abilities, she doesn't actually have much talent for divination.

This made it difficult for her even to observe the shape of the tea leaves.

Naturally, she wouldn't give Professor Trelawney a friendly look.

If it weren't for Dylan, someone who truly showed her the power of divination, she wouldn't have been able to achieve this.

Hermione would seriously doubt that the ability to foresee the future simply exists!
"Prophecy needs a hazy, beautiful quality, my dear."

Faced with Hermione's dissatisfaction.

Professor Trelawney merely glanced at her briefly before looking away.

"And child, prophecies should not be easily revealed, as that would entangle the diviner in karma."

"What? What are you talking about? Dylan can also do divination, and he always states the results directly and frankly!"

Hermione's eyes widened.

She mentioned Dylan.

Professor Trelawney paused.

However, she immediately added confidently, "Dylan is the fortune teller I trained. He is very talented. But you, miss, don't seem to have that much talent. I see that your light is dim. It's a pity, my dear. I'm afraid you will have a hard time experiencing the taste of prophecy."

As soon as she finished speaking, Professor Trelawney secretly glanced at Dylan.

Seeing that the latter did not react, he breathed a slight sigh of relief and looked at Harry's teacup in his hand again.

“A hammer… I think it’s a skull-splitting hammer, which represents an attack—oh dear, looks like you’re going to experience something bad in the future.”

A skull-splitting hammer?
Ron was taken aback.

Isn't that a medieval torture device?
"Wait... skeletons? Oh my god, wait—that's dangerous!"

Professor Trelawney seemed to have seen something, and froze instantly, her expression changing drastically.

Then, as if struck by an invisible force, I fell backward uncontrollably, landing heavily on the empty cushion next to me.

At the same time, her wide shawl spread out in the air, much like the wings of a Thestral.

The tarot cards under the cushion were lifted by the airflow and scattered in mid-air.

The top card is the "Death" card.

Professor Trelawney quickly raised one hand and clutched it tightly to her chest.

His closed eyes trembled incessantly, and his head swayed mechanically from side to side, as if trying to drive away the scene before him.

"No—don't ask that, child, poor child—don't say it—"

Professor Trelawney's behavior did not seem like that of someone trying to scam people.

Dylan was also a little puzzled.

Did Professor Trelawney see something again?
At that moment, Dean, who was at another table, turned to look at the bottom of Professor Trelawney's teacup that had been smashed on the table.

"This doesn't resemble anything..."

Many people nearby stood up and crowded around Harry and Ron, wanting to see what the tea dregs looked like.

"Ah—! This is bad! Child, it's an ominous sign!"

Professor Trelawney suddenly opened her eyes, her voice hoarse with rage.

However, her words left Harry frozen in place.

"What? Professor, what do you mean by that...?"

"If you—if you glimpse the skeletal hounds wandering among those desolate graves—beware! Every inch of scorched earth it treads will bloom with thorny datura! And within those flowers lies the mournful cry of the dead, a sound that even the eternal night cannot swallow!"

"what?"

Harry was even more confused.

"Professor, what are you talking about...?"

"A big dog! A creepy big dog! That's an ominous sign of death!"

A few sparks suddenly flew from the tip of Seamus's wand.

Dylan just shrugged.

Haha~
It seems that Professor Trelawney did indeed see something.

only……

If dogs are considered an omen of bad luck...

That's far-fetched.

Because Harry himself is Hogwarts' biggest bra... Ugh! An ominous sign!
Hermione was jostled around by a group of people and suddenly stood up.

She stood up with a striking presence, her fluffy curls exploding like a lion's mane.

Those who had initially leaned closer to her, wanting to see the bottom of Harry's teacup, were so startled that they took two steps back.

Hey! Watch out!

Hermione ignored them and stared at Professor Trelawney instead.

"Your claims are far too exaggerated. I don't agree with them at all. It clearly looks like a cross facing the rising sun. How could it be ominous, and what does it have to do with bad omens?"

Professor Trelawney took a few deep breaths to calm herself down, then glanced at Hermione up and down with a hint of displeasure in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, it seems that you don't have much light on you. I think it's even dimmer than I imagined—this makes you extremely poor at perceiving the future. I understand the distress of being unable to see the future as an ordinary person."

Professor Trelawney's personality was not bad—this was what Dylan had experienced from his previous interactions with her.

However, as a professor at Hogwarts...

Without real talent and skills.

To teach students, you always have to take some special approaches.

For example, like Lockhart.

Of course, Professor Trelawney would only deceive a small group of students in class to maintain her last shred of dignity as a professor.

Unlike Lockhart, who was more exaggerated.

At this moment, Professor Trelawney turned her gaze away from Hermione.

"Alright, let's end today's lesson here. I'm no longer able to glimpse the future."

She waved wearily, her voice becoming somewhat muffled again, showing her impatience and unwilling to give Hermione another glance.

—It seems she really dislikes students who dare to openly question her in class.

Think about it too.

Without the most basic trust.

How can you possibly deceive the other party?
Even if you want to succeed, it will take a lot of effort.

Instead of doing that, it would be better to try making the other person hate divination.

If the other party is able to skip class.

Isn't this also a fulfillment of the divination she made earlier?
"Take your belongings with you and don't leave anything behind, children."

Professor Trelawney sauntered back into the shadows.

The next moment, she seemed to disappear from everyone's sight.

Dylan blinked.

"It's not magic; it's more like some kind of illusion used by Muggles."

Dylan told Neville and Harry to go out first.

He stayed in the classroom.

When almost everyone had left.

Dylan then moved closer to Professor Trelawney.

at the same time.

In the shadows, a shadow flickered.

A head with an afro popped out. "They're all gone?"

"Yes, Professor."

Professor Trelawney visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

“Every class gives me a headache. Many times, I really don’t know how to deal with these prickly little wizards.”

Dylan smiled.

"Professor, you have studied books on divination very thoroughly. Haven't you discovered any ways to improve one's divination talent?"

Professor Trelawney, no longer displaying her previous madness, looked calmly at Dylan and gently shook her head.

“My child, many of these records are just deceptive tricks or useless methods—at least to me.”

Professor Trelawney sighed softly: "I've tried many methods, but I really don't seem to have any talent for divination—except at certain special times."

Dylan remained silent.

He didn't respond, but he didn't deny it either.

Who knows if his system rewards might include something that could help others improve their divination skills?

"Don't worry about me. I'm content as long as I have a place to stay at school."

Professor Trelawney smiled, quickly regaining her composure, and slowly walked to the table where Dylan had just been sitting.

His gaze fell on Dylan's teacup.

"Oh, a tall hat! Are you destined to become a high-ranking official?"

Dylan's expression froze, and his lips twitched.

He opened his mouth, about to say something.

But at this moment.

Professor Trelawney's brows furrowed tightly, and her face instantly turned ashen.

Immediately afterwards, her eyes rolled back and closed tightly, as if her mind had been controlled by a soul-stealing curse.

Then, Professor Trelawney slowly recited in a trembling, mysterious voice—

"In the dark abyss, the power of the Demon King is awakening. His followers worship devoutly in the darkness—their ritual is about to begin, and the world will be shrouded in fear and shadow!"

"No one can stand against him—not even the former Demon King! Or the Savior!"

Dylan was taken aback upon hearing this.

But the next moment.

Professor Trelawney seemed to have just woken up from a nightmare, her mind reeling.

She looked at Dylan with a blank expression.

"Child, what happened to me just now?"

Dylan narrowed his eyes slightly, then blinked his eyelashes, revealing an innocent look.

"There's nothing there, what's wrong, Professor?"

Trelawney scratched her head.

The bracelet on her wrist jingled.

"I felt like I suddenly lost consciousness just now."

"How could that be? If you're unconscious, how would you know you're unconscious?"

Professor Trelawney blinked and nodded. "That seems to make sense."

Dylan suddenly heard Professor Trelawney's prophecy, and it seemed... it might even have some connection to him.

I couldn't stay any longer and prepared to leave.

"Professor, I have another class to attend, so I won't bother you any longer."

"Oh, of course, class is important, go on, child."

Professor Trelawney nodded.

She was preparing to personally clean each of the students' used teacups.

“Scourgify!”

Dylan tapped it lightly with his wand.

The magic transformed into threads, wrapping around the teacups stained with tea.

Wherever the light touched, the grime vanished instantly, and the remaining brown tea stains were gradually erased.

The teacups became clear and clean, and as Dylan waved his wand, they fell back to the center of each table, arranged neatly.

"You're welcome, Professor. I'll be going now." Dylan smiled slightly.

"Oh! Child, your control over magic is truly precise. Keep it up!"

"I will, Professor."

Dylan nodded, then turned and took his leave.

Follow the ladder all the way down to the bottom.

There's no one else here.

—The next class is Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class.

The Transformation Classroom is not close to the North Tower.

Therefore, Neville and his group did not wait for Dylan, but rushed over instead.

Dylan walked very fast.

—His legs were blessed with magic.

Walk as fast as flying.

Before long, they caught up with the main force.

"Hey, Dylan!"

Neville spotted Dylan coming from afar and waved to him.

Dylan walked over and dissipated the magic.

Ron looked on in astonishment: "What kind of magic is this? I feel like you're about to fly!"

Dylan casually explained, "Some little spells, but they're quite difficult to learn."

Ron: (¨)
What does this mean?
Does that mean he can't learn it even if he tries?
Woohoo~
Ron ran off to the side and started crying.

Harry, on the other hand, frowned and looked somewhat worried.

He glanced at Dylan several times, and finally hesitated before saying, "About Professor Trelawney's prophecy—do you think it will happen? I mean, the ominous sign of death..."

Dylan looked at him and gently patted his shoulder.

“Harry, I didn’t see any ominous signs—not even a bra. Don’t worry, if I did see that you were about to die—I would tell you the day before you die.”

Dylan chuckled: "That way, when you're about to die, you won't have to do homework or prepare for exams—you can just have a good meal and curse the people you want to curse."

Harry was taken aback, but he wasn't angry at Dylan's words. Instead, he swallowed hard and grinned.

Dylan said so, he must be fine!

I feel much more relaxed now.

However, Harry still found it a little difficult to get used to the strange looks his classmates were giving him.

As Harry watched Dylan and Neville walk further and further away, he lowered his head slightly and quickened his pace.

—He's not about to die.

Why are you looking at him like that?
After the group of young wizards returned to their respective classrooms.

Dylan and Neville still chose to sit in the front row.

Not to be outdone, she sat in the first seat on the other side—Ron and Harry were behind her.

"You're already in third grade, and I think you all have some understanding of basic Transfiguration."

"Starting today, I will begin to introduce to you one of the highest achievements in Transfiguration—the Animagus!"

Professor McGonagall stood ramrod straight on the podium.

A well-tailored long robe hung smoothly down.

His cold gaze, hidden behind square glasses, swept over the young wizards below the stage.

For some reason, the students today always give her the feeling that they are absent-minded.

Even though her expression was serious enough, many students still didn't respond with focused gazes.

Professor McGonagall frowned and slammed her wand heavily on the podium.

“Focus!”

“Animagus, in fact, I have introduced it to you before, and you have seen it—like this.”

As soon as she finished speaking, a soft halo appeared around Professor McGonagall.

As the light flickered, her figure began to change rapidly.

Its once upright figure shrank rapidly, and its robes and hair merged into the light.

In the blink of an eye, a sleek and glossy tabby cat landed steadily on the podium.

Its eyes were sharp and bright, and when it swept across the audience, it carried Professor McGonagall's usual authority and scrutiny.

The tabby cat gracefully strolled around the podium, showcasing the unique charm of its Animagus form to the students, before being enveloped in light once more.

The brilliance faded.

Professor McGonagall has regained her human form.

She straightened her robe and looked at everyone.

However, even though she demonstrated it herself.

The students didn't seem to be paying much attention to her either.

Professor McGonagall frowned deeply.

"Can anyone tell me what happened? Why are you all so listless that you can't even concentrate on my class?"

(End of this chapter)