Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 267 The Centaur Teacher in the Crystal Ball
Xilun finally understood why the divination exam was scheduled last: it was much slower than all the other subjects, with almost everyone having to stay on it for about ten minutes.

By the time we got to West London, it was almost 3 p.m.

After another twenty minutes, Ron's feet finally reappeared on the ladder.

"How is it?" Harry asked quickly.

“I think it’s fine,” Ron said with a smile. “At first, when I told her I saw myself being bitten by a werewolf, she didn’t believe me. But when I said the werewolf that bit me was Bill, her eyes lit up and she said I had some of the qualities of a prophet… Ha, that old liar.”

"Shh, keep your voice down!" Harry quickly lowered his voice and pointed to the Divination classroom upstairs, signaling Ron to be careful, as Professor Trelawney was nearby.

“It’s okay, I’m sure she can’t hear what we’re saying,” Ron shrugged, saying nonchalantly.

See you in the common room.

Then Professor Trelawney's voice came through again.

"Ciaron Ollivander!"

So Siren also climbed the rope ladder.

He knew why Ron had said Trelawney couldn't hear them anymore; the curtains in the room were all drawn, and it was hotter than ever.

It was already June, yet a fire was still burning in the fireplace, emitting a pungent, cheap, and smoky aroma that made one dizzy.

In this environment, it's probably difficult to have the extra energy to care about what the people downstairs are saying.

“Hello, dear,” Professor Trelawney said softly, “Please look at this crystal ball…look slowly…and then tell me what you see…”

Xilun leaned down and gazed at the crystal ball.

But he didn't know what he wanted to see, and he couldn't see anything related to himself, so he simply cleared his mind and let the crystal ball decide for him.

Through the mist, the scene gradually became clear, and a familiar castle came into view... It was Hogwarts, and a centaur.

"Well?" Professor Trelawney asked softly, "What did you see?"

“Hogwarts Castle,” Celen said truthfully.

"anything else?"

"Horse-man".

Professor Trelawney paused for a moment.

"What is it doing?"

“Shake hands with Dumbledore,” Siron said. “That centaur has become a new teacher at Hogwarts, and this is the school’s welcome ceremony for him.”

“Are you sure, child, that it’s a welcoming ceremony?” Professor Trelawney pressed. “Why would centaurs be teachers at Hogwarts? What subjects can they teach?”

“Well… excuse my bluntness, Professor,” Siren said, “centimen’s talent for divination is as famous as the destructive power of dragons. As Mr. Newt Scamander mentioned in Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, every centaur is a born prophet.”

This time, Professor Trelawney remained silent for longer than ever before.

A centaur with the gift of prophecy becomes the new teacher at Hogwarts, but what about the previous teachers...?

“Ah, yes, Professor Victor is indeed nearing retirement age…” Professor Trelawney said, “and centaurs are skilled in astrological divination… In my opinion, this method is similar to numerology… It would be suitable for a centaur to take over her position.”

“But…Professor Victor seems quite young,” Siren said.

He had met Professor Victor, a serious and shrewd witch who looked about the same age as Snape, a time well before retirement.

Unless she's like Professor Barbling.

It is said that Professor Barbara had been teaching ancient runes at Hogwarts for a long time, and Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall were her students. But now Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall are old, while Professor Barbara remains the same, without even a wrinkle on her face.

Even in the magical world, this is an extremely rare occurrence.

"Perhaps...she has something else to do..." Professor Trelawney looked somewhat agitated at this point, unaware that the divination cards in her hand had long been crumpled.

“Alright, child, that’s enough for now…” She covered the crystal ball with a piece of purple velvet, which also blocked Xiren’s view.

"...A bit disappointing...I originally thought you were one of the lucky ones with the Heavenly Eye...but now...oh, no kids, you don't need to worry about it at all."

"Also, your exams are over." She drew a few lines on a piece of parchment.

The distance was a bit far, and Xilun couldn't see what she wrote, but it certainly wasn't an O, because an O doesn't need to be written in three strokes.

Then Xilun went down the rope ladder and returned to the previous corridor.

“Next, Harry Potter!” Professor Trelawney called out.

"See you later!" Harry said, and hurried up the stairs.

However, instead of going back to the common room like Ron, Celen waited on the side.

Ten minutes later, Harry came down the ladder and the first thing he saw was Siron next to him.

“You really don’t need to wait for me; it’s the same in the common room,” he said.

“It’s okay, I don’t know what to do when I get back anyway.” Siren smiled and walked towards the main building with Harry.

How do you feel about how you did on the exam?

“It probably won’t be very good,” Harry said. “When I told her I saw Sirius Black was going to be acquitted, she immediately got upset. I guess I’ll get an A at best.”

“Should I be too?” Xilun said, after all, A also has three strokes.

"Oh well, the Dursleys won't look at my report card anyway, so it doesn't matter if she gives me a TOEFL."

“Then you’ll probably be the first student to get a T on the divination exam,” Celen said with a smile.

Harry laughed too; he really didn't care about that.

His only relatives were his aunt and uncle, but they were the most conservative Muggles, and they rejected everything related to magic, including spellbooks, wands, and the word "magic" itself.

So they didn't care at all about Harry's grades at school.

"Speaking of which, after you finished your exams, did Professor Trelawney suddenly change in any way... like her voice becoming hoarse or saying some strange things?"

“Hoarse…for no reason?” Harry thought for a moment, then shook his head. “No.”

"Are you sure you haven't?"

“I’m sure not,” Harry said. “She just said I didn’t meet the requirements to become a prophet and then let me go.”

Did you look back?

“I saw her once when I was coming down the ladder, but she was calling the next person in then,” Harry said. “What, did Professor Trelawney say something strange during your exam?”

“No, not at all,” Xiren shook his head and said, “I was just asking casually, you don’t need to take it to heart.”

"Ok."

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(End of this chapter)