Sherlock Holmes at Hogwarts.

Chapter 408 Someone Will Leave Us Forever
Surprisingly, the obvious snicker came from Hermione, the top student.

She didn't even lower her voice, speaking to her friend beside her in a normal volume:
"Hmph, come on, goddess of fate?"
What an amazing prophecy!
Who sets the exam questions? She sets them!

Harry and Ron tried their best to hold back their laughter.

Sherlock glanced at Hermione with some surprise at first, then his eyes showed relief.

Hermione's transformation begins today.

But is just one course enough?

Sherlock is waiting to see.

Professor Trelawney was still shrouded in shadows, so it was difficult to tell whether she had actually heard Hermione's words.

Only the observant Sherlock knew that she had heard those words.

However, Professor Trelawney continued speaking as if he hadn't heard him.

"Using crystal balls for divination is an extremely profound art."

She continued in that dreamlike tone:
"I don't expect you to see anything the first time you gaze into that infinitely deep sphere."

But today I will guide you to first practice relaxing your mind and external eyes, so that your third eye and superconsciousness can become clear.

"Probably, maybe, possibly, if we're lucky... some students will be able to see something before get out of class ends."

Sherlock frowned upon hearing this and looked at his three friends, "Has she been like this all this time?"

Harry nodded somewhat dejectedly.

Ron couldn't help but laugh.

However, he didn't dare to be as arrogant as Hermione, so he could only stuff his fist into his mouth to stifle his laughter.

Next, the whole class began to look at the crystal ball under Professor Trelawney's guidance.

Harry didn't know what others thought, but he himself felt that doing so was extremely foolish.

He stared blankly at the crystal ball, trying his best to clear his mind as the textbook instructed.

However, the thought that "this is so stupid" keeps popping up like weeds growing stubbornly on a Quidditch pitch, and no amount of suppression can stop it.

Ron chuckled quietly to himself, frequently putting his fist in his mouth.

Hermione, however, clicked her tongue from time to time, looking indifferent.

Their actions only made things worse for Harry, preventing him from calming down.

Fortunately, Sherlock remained completely still throughout, quietly watching the crystal ball in front of him, just like Harry.

Harry then patiently continued to observe.

Even so, after staring silently at the crystal ball for a quarter of an hour, I reached my limit.

He finally couldn't help but look away from his three friends:

"Um...did you guys see something?"

“Yes, there’s a burnt spot on the table,” Ron pointed. “Someone must have knocked over the candle.”

Harry: "..."

Who asked you that?

"This is a complete waste of time."

Compared to Ron's unreliability, Hermione managed to squeeze out a sentence through gritted teeth:

“I could have used this class time to practice something more useful, like reviewing the Happiness Mantra.”

Only Sherlock understood the meaning behind Hermione's words, given that she possessed the Time-Turner, and couldn't help but chuckle upon hearing them:
"It can't be said to be a complete waste of time."

"Oh?"

Hermione immediately became interested and looked at Sherlock with great interest. "Did you find something else?"

Harry and Ron also turned to look at him.

"Correct."

Sherlock stated confidently, "By examining tea leaves, palmistry, and the crystal ball, I can make a definitive deduction."

"what?"

"What is it?"

"What inference?"

At this moment, all three of them, including Hahero, played the role of the perfect straight man.

"At least in this classroom, no one has a third eye."

"puff--"

Harry, Hermione, and Ron couldn't help but burst out laughing.

I never expected Sherlock to do this.

Their commotion caught the attention of Professor Trelawney, who slowly walked over.

When she saw Sherlock there, she instinctively shrank back.

But soon, amidst the clinking of her bracelets and anklets, she murmured, "Is there anyone who would like me to help him interpret the vague signs in the spirit orb?"

"I don't need help."

Ron quickly said, but then he realized that this might offend Professor Trelawney, so he immediately started muttering under his breath:

"The sign is quite obvious; there will be heavy fog tonight."

Sherlock smiled, while Harry and Hermione burst out laughing.

"Notice!"

Professor Trelawney suddenly spoke up, and everyone turned to look at them.

Parvati and Lavender even showed expressions of disgust.

Clearly, they felt that Sherlock and his group were up to no good.

"You are disrupting the super-vision perception!"

Professor Trelawney clearly thought so too.

She slowly walked to the table with the four people and began to examine each person's crystal ball.

Professor Trelawney merely glanced at Sherlock, Hermione, and Ron's crystal balls.

But she suddenly stopped when she saw the crystal ball in front of Harry.

Harry's heart sank; he had a vague idea of ​​what was going to happen next.

"There's something here!"

Professor Trelawney said softly, bringing his face close to the crystal ball.

This distance caused the crystal ball to appear as two in her enormous glasses.

Something is moving... but what is it?

Harry couldn't take it anymore and couldn't help but look at Sherlock for help.

Sherlock gave him a reassuring look.

Harry immediately understood that he needed to hear what Trelawney had to say first.

However, Harry felt that this was completely unnecessary.

He was willing to bet his entire fortune—including his fire bolts—that whatever Professor Trelawney was going to say, it certainly wouldn't be good news.

As expected, after looking at Harry for a while, Professor Trelawney slowly looked up and said softly:

“Darling, it’s right here, clearer than ever before.”

Harry: "..."

I knew it!

"It's coming towards you, darling, getting closer and closer..."

Harry: (ー`ー)
Now it's time to say something ominous, right?

"This is an ominous sign—"

Sherlock smiled.

Now that Professor Trelawney had finished speaking, he was ready to speak as well.

Unexpectedly, someone reacted even faster than him this time.

"Oh, for God's sake!"

Hermione shouted, "Stop bringing up that ridiculous omen!"

Professor Trelawney was stunned.

She looked up at Hermione's face with her large eyes. Parvati and Lavender whispered among themselves, both glaring at Hermione.

They were die-hard fans of Professor Trelawney, and the fact that they didn't stand up and berate Hermione at this point was already out of consideration for her being her roommate.

Professor Trelawney also straightened up at this moment, looking at Hermione with obvious anger.

He had thick, fluffy brown curly hair, a pair of large, rabbit-like front teeth, and brown eyes with faint dark circles.

Strictly speaking, she cannot be called beautiful, at least not as beautiful as her idol, Parvati Petil, and better than Lavender Brown.

Unfortunately, she didn't take good care of herself.

Professor Trelawney stared at Hermione and said slowly:

"I regret to say, my dear, from the first moment you stepped into this classroom, you clearly did not possess the talent required for the noble art of divination."

In fact, I don't recall ever seeing a student so mediocre and hopeless.

She was meek and submissive in front of Sherlock, but she attacked Hermione with full force.

These words were so serious that the entire class fell silent for a moment.

However, what surprised them even more was yet to come.

"it is good!"

Hermione suddenly said.

She stood up abruptly, stuffed "Seeing the Future Through the Fog" into her schoolbag, and then casually slung the schoolbag over her shoulder.

It almost knocked Harry off his chair—luckily, Harry had practiced with Sherlock and managed to dodge in time.

Ron was already lying on the ground.

Hermione stood up, looked at Professor Trelawney, and said, as if in a fit of pique:
"In that case—I'm dropping this course!"

The whole class was dumbfounded.

Before leaving, Hermione gave Sherlock a deep look, then strode to the trapdoor, kicked it open, and scrambled down the ladder and disappeared.

His movements were fluid and seamless, catching the entire class off guard.

Several minutes passed before the classroom finally quieted down.

Professor Trelawney was silent for a moment, then shook his head. "It's good that he's gone."

She glanced at Sherlock first, then abruptly turned and left their desk.

She was breathing heavily, pulling her veil tighter around her, as if she had already forgotten all about the ominous signs.

Seeing her like this, Sherlock stopped arguing with her.

"Oh!"

Just then, Lavender Brown suddenly shouted, startling everyone, who all turned to look at her.

"Oh! Professor Trelawney, I remember now! I remember now!"

She said impatiently:

"You foresaw that she would leave, didn't you, Professor?"

Around Easter, one of us will leave us forever!

You said that before, Professor!

Professor Trelawney gave her a tearful smile:

"Yes, dear Lavender, I did know all along that Miss Granger was going to leave us."

But people always hope that they've misread the signs...

You should know that sometimes, the third eye can actually be a burden.

Hearing her say that, Lavender and Parvati were filled with admiration.

They shifted their seats so that Professor Trelawney could sit next to their table.

The other students in the class also looked at Professor Trelawney in surprise and began to whisper among themselves.

Clearly, Professor Trelawney's foresight that Hermione would leave had a profound impact on them.

"Hermione will leave someday, right?"

Ron whispered to Harry, who had initially found it somewhat amusing, but now looked fearful.

"yes……"

Harry stared at the crystal ball, but all he saw was swirling white mist.

Could it be that Professor Trelawney has indeed foreseen another ominous sign?

But... that so-called ominous sign...

No, that's not an ominous sign at all. That big black dog is clearly Sirius's Animagus!

How could my dad be my bad luck? Would he possibly harm me?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at Sherlock: "Sherlock..."

Sherlock, of course, knew what Harry was going to ask, and before he could finish speaking, he gave the answer directly:
"Don't worry, it's just a coincidence."

"what?"

Upon hearing Sherlock's words, Harry and Ron immediately perked up.

Sherlock continued:
"I'll bet you a Galleon that what she said in the first class was definitely not referring to Hermione."

It certainly won't be in the form of Hermione 'leaving us forever'.

"But……"

"There are no buts, dear Ron."

Seeing Ron's still hesitant and worried expression, Sherlock laughed:

"Compared to her ambiguous predictions, don't you think my deductive method is more accurate?"
To be precise, comparing divination to deductive reasoning is an insult to deductive reasoning.

"But all her prophecies have indeed come true!"
Neville smashed the teacup, Lavender lost his rabbit, Hermione left us…

Not all.

"what?"

"Unfortunately, schools will be closed in February due to a severe flu outbreak, and I will lose my voice because of that."

Sherlock said bluntly, "My dear Ron, it seems you need to learn your lesson."

Before making the prophecy that someone would die before Easter, this professor made this other prophecy.

"Yup!"

Harry clapped his hands together. "There was no flu in February, no school closures, and she didn't lose her voice."

So Hermione leaving was just pure luck!

"Harry, you've discovered the blind spot."

Sherlock smiled slightly. "In fact, I found it quite interesting when our professor made this prediction."

Generally speaking, the longer the time span of a prediction and the more ambiguous its content, the greater the probability of it being 'fulfilled', and vice versa.

In just six months, it was enough to verify whether her prediction was true or false.

Unfortunately, some people still selectively ignore this point.

Harry and Ron knew that Sherlock was referring to Parvati and Lavender.

Hmm, we should also add half of Ron.

"I don't need to come to the next divination class—if it conflicts with other classes."

Sherlock and Hermione are both people of their word.

In the following period, Hermione completely gave up on the course.

Sherlock only attends divination classes when they don't conflict with other courses, and in such cases, it only happens once a week.

During this period, Sherlock visited Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Professor Sprout, Professor Hagrid, and all the faculty and staff who had dealt with Professor Slughorn.

Hagrid was the most delighted.

Sherlock barely got started before he spilled everything he knew, like beans pouring from a bamboo tube.

Snape was the least cooperative.

He didn't give Sherlock a chance to be alone with him at all—even bringing up Dumbledore didn't help.

The other professors, on the other hand, reluctantly complied with Sherlock's demands, allowing him to obtain sufficient information and preparing for the next step of uncovering Professor Slughorn's earth-shattering secret related to Voldemort.

And just like that, time flew by and Easter and spring break arrived.

It was supposed to be a holiday, but it caused almost everyone to break down.

(End of this chapter)