Hogwarts Study Panel

Chapter 527, Section 525: The Fulfilled Prophecy
Just then, Hagrid walked into the auditorium.

He was wearing that long mole-skin coat, absentmindedly tossing a dead weasel chicken in one large hand.

"How about it?"

He stopped walking towards the faculty dining table and said with great interest,

"You'll come to my first class! We'll start after the first class!"
I got up at five in the morning and prepared everything...

I hope the class goes well... I've finally become a teacher... It's amazing..."

He smiled happily at them and continued walking toward the faculty dining table, still waving the dead chicken in his hand.

What has Hagrid prepared?

Harry asked, his voice clearly showing concern.

"I actually hope he didn't prepare anything."

Ron also looked with a worried expression in the direction Hagrid had left.

"What...are you planning to do?"

Hermione frowned as she stared at the dead chicken weasel, then quietly asked Sheehan.

"Hagrid thinks we should get closer to magical creatures..."

Sheen carefully considered his answer.

"Get closer?"

Justin looked slightly curious.

"For example, putting your hand on some strange creature?"

Ron leaned closer and asked in a low voice.

"Um……"

Sheen neither admitted nor denied it.

"It's not like we're going to ride some kind of fire dragon or something, is it?"

Ron chuckled dryly twice.

His words clearly made everyone think. If it were Hagrid...

"It's not a fire dragon; there are no fire dragons in the Forbidden Forest for the time being."

Sheen finished speaking, then got up from his desk to go to his Divination class, the first period this afternoon, with Gryffindor.

Because Sheehan joined the teaching assistant team—actually, he was the only one—Vice Principal Minerva McGonagall, in order to better coordinate the professors' schedules—and also because of him—moved the Divination class, which was supposed to be this morning, to the afternoon.

"Wait for me, Sheen."

Hermione immediately followed.

They have been frequently acting together since yesterday.

Hermione's initial excitement and unease about using the Time-Turner still linger.

"What do you mean? If it's not a fire dragon, then what is it?"
What does "temporarily" mean? Hagrid still dares to…

Their voices faded into the distance, while Ron remained scratching his head in the same spot.
"I always felt there was something strange about them..."

The wizards were all rushing to their first lessons, and the hall was gradually emptying out.

Sheehan and Hermione also headed towards the North Tower.

They climbed the last few steps to a small platform where a small portion of the class had already gathered.

There wasn't a single door on the platform.

Hermione glanced around and looked up at the ceiling, where there was a round trapdoor with a brass plaque embedded in it.

“Sybil Trelawney, Divination Instructor,”

Hermione read aloud while holding the book.
How do we get up there?

As if to answer her question, the trapdoor suddenly opened, and a silver ladder was lowered down, landing right at her feet.

The wizards all fell silent.

Sheehan and Hermione mingled in the crowd and went up the stairs.

A book titled "Seeing the Future Through the Fog" floated beside Sheen.

These were the books required for the Divination course. Although Professor Snape thought the books were useless for learning Divination, Sheehan brought them anyway; what else could he bring?

According to Professor Snape, wizards can only learn divination with a talent that almost no one else possesses.

"Seeing the Future Through the Fog" is a large-format book with rich content. It is bound in black hardcover and the cover illustration is a full moon shrouded in mist.

The book introduces divination knowledge such as palmistry, tea divination, and crystal ball divination.

Since the late 20th century, this book has been one of the teaching materials for divination classes at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"I don't understand what this book is trying to say."

Upon entering the classroom, Hermione complained to Sheehan in a low voice.

Then they arrived at a classroom with a completely different style.

In fact, it doesn't look like a classroom at all; it's more like a mix of an attic and an old-fashioned teahouse.

There were at least twenty small round tables crammed inside, with printed fabric armchairs and bulging little cushions placed around them.

Everything in the room was bathed in a hazy red light, the curtains were drawn tightly, and many lamps were covered with large, deep red scarves.

It was unbearably hot inside. Beneath the crammed fireplace mantel, a fire blazed fiercely, and a large copper teapot sat atop it, emitting a strong, nauseating aroma.

A row of shelves lined the circular wall, crammed with dirty quill pens, candle stubs, tattered playing cards, countless glittering crystal balls, and a huge pile of teacups.

"The book says those are all teaching aids."

Hermione remained skeptical.

Sheen nodded, hearing the other classmates whispering among themselves.

"What about her?"

Hermione lifted her head from the book.

A voice suddenly rang out from the shadows, a soft, indistinct voice.

"welcome,"

The voice said,

"It's so good to finally meet you in the material world."

Sheen’s first impression was that he had seen a huge, shimmering insect.

Professor Trelawney stepped into the firelight.

They noticed that she was very thin, and a pair of large glasses made her eyes appear several times larger than they actually were.

She wore a thin, transparent shawl adorned with many shimmering metallic sequins.

Countless beads and chains adorned her slender, long neck, and she wore numerous bracelets and rings on her arms and hands.

"Sit down, my children, sit down."

She said that the students then nervously climbed onto the armchairs or slumped onto the cushions.

Sheehan, Neville, and Hermione sat around the same table.

"Welcome to the divination class,"

Professor Trelawney, seated in an armchair by the fire, addressed the group.

“I am Professor Trelawney. You probably haven’t seen me before.”

I've found that constantly immersing myself in the chaos and noise of campus life blurs my vision.

After hearing these strange and absurd arguments, no one said anything.

Professor Trelawney gracefully adjusted her shawl and continued:
"So, you've taken a course in divination, which is the most profound of all magical arts."

I must make this clear upfront: if you lack insight, there is nothing I can do.

In this field, books can only teach you this much…

Hermione was quite surprised to hear that the book wasn't very helpful for the subject.

As for Sheen, he knew that not only books, but even normal learning was of little use for divination.

Sheen silently put down his book; he had been looking forward to this class for a long time.

To put it less strictly, all of Professor Trelawney's predictions in that class came true.

(End of this chapter)