A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

The abilities of the thought entity are the same as his, so there's nothing to worry about at all.

Moreover, he had already used the Thought Entity at school last semester, so he had some experience. As long as he didn't appear in the same place at the same time, the possibility of being exposed was almost zero.

Chapter 299 Divination Lesson

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Aaron sat at the Slytherin table, eating breakfast while looking at his third-year schedule.

He has a thought-based ability that allows him to manage two courses simultaneously, but if he has to take three courses at the same time, he will have to give up one of them. However, he doesn't want to give up like that, so he needs to think carefully about how to maximize his learning efficiency.

Self-study is definitely not enough. Even if he has a photographic memory, he still needs a teacher's guidance to truly understand the knowledge.

Tutoring is out of the question; Sundays are perfect, and besides, he's already doing the work of two people.

Just as Aaron was feeling somewhat melancholy, Draco and several Slytherins entered the Great Hall.

"What are you thinking about?" Draco asked curiously. "I feel like you've changed after the summer vacation."

"People always change, but I'm definitely changing for the better."

"What do you think about me pretending to faint in front of Harry Potter later?"

"Childish." Aaron rolled his eyes at him. "Even if you don't like him, you shouldn't use such a low-level method. Besides, you're no better at dealing with Dementors. What right do you have to laugh at him?"

“Alright!” Draco shrugged. “Then I’ll give him some face and only publicize Harry Potter’s glorious deeds on the train.”

"what ever."

Draco smirked and enthusiastically recounted to the Slytherins around him how Harry Potter had been terrified by the Dementors.

More and more Slytherins gathered around, and Draco displayed his talent for oratory, making them laugh heartily.

When Harry, Harry, and his friends arrived at the Great Hall and heard Draco's funny yet true story, they were annoyed but tacitly chose to ignore it, since what he said was true and they couldn't deny it.

“Isn’t that too much?” George placed the third-grade timetable in front of him. “That’s just how Malfoy is, always picking on other people’s sore spots.”

"He was also quite frightened when the Dementors came," Fred said dismissively.

“But I was the only one who got attacked,” Harry said bitterly. Nothing is more disheartening than having your enemy know about your embarrassing moments and spread them around.

“That just proves you were unlucky, it doesn’t mean anything.” George changed the subject. “Malfoy is still Slytherin’s Seeker this time. As long as he can win the first Quidditch match, let’s see if he still dares to be arrogant.”

Harry nodded, feeling much better.

Slytherin won the Quidditch tournament last time entirely thanks to their broom advantage, but this time Wood has a new tactic, and the key to victory lies with the two Seekers.

In terms of flying skills, he was absolutely confident that he could defeat Malfoy.

"Let's not talk about that anymore, let's see what classes we have today!" Hermione said, sounding a little excited.

“We’re okay, but isn’t your schedule a bit too much?” Ron said, frowning. “You have about ten classes a day. Can you manage that?”

"Don't worry, I've talked to Professor McGonagall," Hermione said smugly, glancing proudly at the necklace on her chest.

“But you have three classes at nine o’clock today alone.” Ron laughed and counted on his fingers, “Divination, Muggle Studies, Arithmetic Divination. No matter how good you are, you can’t possibly take three classes at the same time.”

"That's none of your business. Anyway, Professor McGonagall and I have already discussed it." Hermione said nonchalantly, then, as if remembering something, she turned to Aaron and asked, "What are your classes planned for today?"

“I will attend the divination class myself,” Aaron said somewhat reluctantly. “As for the other two classes, it depends on the situation.”

Hermione frowned slightly, then pointed to the necklace around her neck. "Why don't you come with me?"

“No,” Aaron refused. “If it really came down to this method, I wouldn’t have refused the watch.”

"What watch?" Ron asked curiously.

Aaron responded with a smile, "That's none of your business."

Just then, Hagrid walked in carrying a dead chicken and stopped when he saw that everyone was there.

“I’m so glad you all signed up for the Fantastic Beasts Protection class,” Hagrid said excitedly. “My first class is after lunch, you must come.”

I started preparing at five in the morning, and I promise I won't let you down.

"Could you give me a sneak peek at what the class will be about?" Aaron asked, awkwardly but politely. "It's not that I don't trust you, I just want to be mentally prepared in advance."

"If you release Cerberus, I'll have to think beforehand about which way it would be easier to escape."

Upon hearing this, the three of them couldn't help but swallow hard.

They had originally intended to congratulate Hagrid, but now they were more worried about their own safety.

Aaron wasn't wrong; Hagrid had a good relationship with the magical creatures in the Forbidden Forest, and even Aragog the Eight-Eyed Spider gave him some respect.

But those ferocious animals will only give Hagrid face; they might not be able to suppress their bloodlust when they see these students. If Hagrid doesn't stop them, they'll be in big trouble.

“This has nothing to do with Momo.” Hagrid widened his small eyes. “The magical creatures I’m going to introduce today aren’t that dangerous, so you don’t need to worry at all.”

"Really? Remember two years ago you kept a dragon as a pet? Back then you didn't think it was dangerous either," Aaron said meaningfully, then looked at the ferret in Hagrid's hand. "If I'm not mistaken, this is the food you prepared for it, isn't it?"

Hagrid instinctively put the dead chicken weasel behind his back, then looked at Aaron with a smile, "Very clever."

"Excuse me for asking," Ron stammered, "how big is it?"

"Here's a hint, it's similar to a unicorn." Hagrid gave Ron a smile, then walked towards the faculty dining table.

"It should be fine, right?" Ron asked somewhat nervously.

“As long as it’s not the size of a unicorn, Abe can handle it.” Aaron patted the baby dragon in his arms. When it unleashed its full power, it could reach about ten meters in length. A creature the size of a unicorn could be killed with a single swipe of its claw.

The three of them breathed a sigh of relief; this was the sense of security that comes from having a dragon!

After breakfast, the students rushed to their respective classrooms for their first class of the semester.

The divination classroom was on the top of the North Tower, and it took Aaron more than ten minutes to climb the stairs to reach the top.

But there were no classrooms here, just a platform of moderate size, where more than twenty students were waiting.

Aaron looked up at the ceiling above him, where there was a round trapdoor with a sign that read 'Sybil Trelawney, Divination Instructor'.

"Looks like I'll have to bring a ladder over," Aaron muttered to himself.

As soon as he finished speaking, the trapdoor opened, and a silver ladder was lowered down.

Aaron shrugged and climbed up the ladder, followed by the other students.

The divination classroom resembled a hybrid of an attic and a chess hall, with several steps dividing the classroom into multiple levels. More than twenty small round tables were placed on the steps, surrounded by armchairs and cushions.

The red curtains blocked out the sunlight, and the red lampshades and tablecloths cast a hazy red glow over the classroom.

The fireplace was ablaze with flames, and the shelves were piled high with tattered playing cards, gleaming crystal balls, and teacups of various colors.

“Welcome.” Professor Trelawney descended the stairs, her voice unusually excited yet somewhat muffled. “It’s wonderful to finally meet you in the material world.”

Aaron sized up the professor. He was very thin, wore large glasses, and had countless chains and beads around his neck.

Trelawney was rather disheveled, quite different from the fortune teller he had imagined, but that was understandable, as professional fortune tellers were much closer to the mystical side than ordinary wizards.

“Sit down, my children, sit down!” Trelawney said with a smile. “In pairs or groups of three.”

The students separated and found their own seats.

Aaron chose a seat in the front row. He sat at a table with Hermione, while Harry and Ron sat next to them.

Welcome, my children.

Here you will explore the extraordinary art of divination.

Here with me, you will know whether you have vision.

"Here, we'll learn together how to foresee the future." Trelawney raised his hands, a wide smile spreading across his face. "I'm Professor Trelawney. You may not have seen me before, because I've found that frequently venturing down to the chaotic and noisy campus makes my third eye blurry."

"Predicting the future?" Hermione asked skeptically. "Do you believe in it?"

Aaron shrugged. "The magical world is never short of prophecies."

The reason I took this elective course is to anticipate the future; it's very important to me.

“That’s not what I’m asking you.” Hermione frowned slightly. “Do you think Professor Trelawney’s predictions will come true? She seems a bit crazy.”

“There are two possibilities: either her predictions are extremely inaccurate, or they are remarkably accurate,” Aaron said rather seriously. “We’ll know soon enough to know, but I’m more inclined to believe the latter.”

“Divination is the most profound of all magical disciplines,” Trelawney continued. “I must make it clear upfront that I am powerless to help you if you lack insight.”

In this field, books can only teach you so much.

Many wizards possess special talents in areas such as sound, smell, invisibility, and teleportation, but they may not be able to see through the veil of mystery—a talent possessed by only a very few.

As soon as he finished speaking, Aaron noticed that Hermione's expression had turned sour.

She was most proud of learning knowledge through books, but the divination class seemed to have stifled her greatest talent.

"Take it easy," Aaron comforted him with a smug grin. "After all, most fortune tellers' tools are just a crystal ball; books are really unnecessary."

Chapter 300's prophecy was accurate, but it was a bit heartbreaking.

“This year we will learn the basics of divination,” Trelawney said. “In the first semester, we will learn to interpret tea leaves and read palms, and in the summer semester, we can begin to learn about crystal balls.”

“Professor, could you demonstrate your prophetic abilities to us?” Aaron raised his hand. “I think that would motivate us to be more enthusiastic about divination.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the students looked at Professor Trelawney with curiosity, wondering if he had made any prophecies.

“True prophecies are often made unexpectedly,” Professor Trelawney said with some hesitation, but quickly changed the subject, “However, some simple prophecies are relatively easy to make.”

She looked at Parvati Petil, a dark-haired Gryffindor girl, and said, “Beware of a red-haired man.”

Parvati paused for a moment, then subconsciously glanced at Ron Weasley, who was just across the aisle from her. She quickly moved her chair to the side, trying to create as much distance as possible from him.

Ron's eye twitched slightly. Although he wasn't interested in this classmate, the action of moving the chair really hurt him.

"Classes will be suspended in February due to a severe flu outbreak."

I will lose my voice.

Around Easter, one of us will leave us forever.

The atmosphere in the classroom suddenly became heavy. If the prophecy was true, it meant that someone in this classroom would die next April.

“Darling,” Trelawney said, looking at Lavender Brown, who was closest to him, “could you hand me the largest silver teacup?”

Lavender swallowed hard, but then let out a heavy sigh of relief.

She was just taking a teacup; she certainly wasn't the one who left around Easter.