Hogwarts: Harley from the Witch Path

184. Chapter 181 My great-great-grandmother was a prophet, so I am too, which makes sense.

Author: It’s Witch Harley

Chapter 181 My great-great-grandmother was a prophet, so I am too, which makes sense

"What are you looking at?" Hermione had already finished her meal.

"Nothing, just admire my beautiful face and wipe the stains on the mirror." As she said that, Hallie smoothed her hair and tilted her face towards the mirror.

Hermione looked at Harry, a blush suddenly flashed across her face, and then stood up hurriedly:

"I know you are beautiful, so stop being so pretty and leave as quickly as possible!"

"Let's go to the library to read first, and then go to class at half past eight."

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The divination classroom is at the top of the north tower, and it takes at least eight minutes to get there from the library.

After leaving the library, the two chose to take a shortcut and came to a small platform.

At this time, all the third-year Gryffindor and Hufflepuff students who have chosen this course are waiting here.

There were a lot of people, and almost all the students took this course. After all, Professor Trelawney's reputation was "very good" among the students.

Who doesn’t like a course that is easy to get through and easy to get high marks?

The classroom door is located on the ceiling and has not been opened yet, so everyone can only stand here.

"Sybill Trelawney, Professor of Divination."

Hermione read the words on the copper plate next to the circular trap door, then frowned and thought hard,

"Trelawney... I remember there was a prophet in the history of magic, her name was Cassandra Trelawney."

"Is this Professor Sybill Trelawney related to her?"

"Maybe, there are still relatively few people with the surname Trelawny in the wizarding world." Harry replied casually.

After the students around heard this conversation, their originally smiling faces suddenly turned serious, and they had unprecedented expectations and awe for this divination professor whom they had never met before.

Although the seniors all say this is a water class, the teacher’s ancestors are prophets!

As a descendant of a prophet who left his name in the history of magic, the professor cannot be an ordinary person, right?

As expected of Hogwarts, even such a big shot can be invited to be a professor!

At this time, the trap door was suddenly opened, and a silver ladder was lowered to the open space among the people.

Parvati and Lavender immediately wanted to climb up, but Hermione grabbed them.

She glanced at the long skirts on both of them, turned to the boys and said, "You go up first!"

The girls were stunned at first, and then they all reacted.

"Ladies shouldn't have priority..." Before Ernie could finish his words, Justin covered his mouth and dragged him up the stairs.

The students arrived at a small, crowded classroom.

The classroom is not big, and looks more like a mixture of an attic and an old-fashioned teahouse. There are at least twenty small round tables crowded inside.

There are calico armchairs and bulging futons around the round table, but it seems that the workmanship of these items is not very exquisite, and they seem to be a bit old.

The room was very dark, all the curtains were drawn tightly, and the lamps were covered with large crimson scarves, making everything in the room illuminated by a hazy red light, full of a profound feeling.

It wasn't quite cold yet, but the fire was burning under the well-arranged mantelpiece, making the room very stuffy.

On the circular wall at the end of the classroom, there is a row of tattered shelves.

On the shelf were half-used candles, dusty feathers, scattered playing cards, crystal balls full of impurities, and a large number of ancient-looking teacups.

"It's really like a third-rate circus performer, placing so many shabby and useless items to fill the stage."

"I hope I am a master at pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger, otherwise I will waste my time again."

Harry muttered in his mind and found a table to sit down at random.

Hermione followed closely behind, and Hannah and Susan joined in.

After all, when starting a new course, it’s easier to follow two big guys.

The class time has come, but the professor still hasn't appeared.

Just as the little wizards were poking around, looking for the professor, a soft, unclear voice suddenly sounded:

"Welcome, it's great to finally see you in the material world."

A figure sat up from the shadows in the fireplace.

The figure looked like a huge, sparkling insect.

Professor Trelawney wore a pair of large glasses and a thin and transparent shawl with many shiny metal pieces.

There were countless beads and chains around her neck, and many bracelets and rings on her arms and hands.

Harry inexplicably thought of Ms. Maxim. The way she wore an opal ring was inexplicably similar to the scene in front of her.

However, any magic opal ring attached to Ms. Maxim's hand is probably more valuable than Professor Trelawny's ornament that weighs ten kilograms.

After all, those bracelets and rings look like they are painted with gold powder, but in fact they are not spiritual at all and are probably imitations.

"Sit down, my children, sit down." Professor Trelawney said to those students who were still standing.

"Welcome to the Divination class, I am Professor Sybill Trelawney, the great-great-granddaughter of Cassandra Trelawney, the famous prophet and the world's top diviner."

"You have probably never seen me in the physical world before."

"This is because I rarely appear in front of mortal eyes. The material world is too complicated and noisy, which will affect my third eye and make it blurry."

"Since you have taken the divination class as an elective, I must tell you that this is the most profound knowledge among all magics, and it is the art of peering into the future and destiny."

"If you don't have talent or natural 'vision', then there's nothing I can do."

"In this field, books can teach you very little..."

Professor Trelawney continued to introduce the divination lesson in her soft, hazy voice, but the content sounded like she was bragging.

At the same time, she also randomly selected a few lucky students, such as Neville, to ask some questions in vague words, and casually expressed her opinions on the matter.

Of course, her views are also very vague.

And Harry could feel that there seemed to be no magic flowing through Professor Trelawney when he said all this.

So she was probably just talking nonsense?

Harry couldn't help but rub his eyebrows, his expectations for this course dropped sharply.

However, the students seemed to like this very much, and were stunned by Professor Trelawney's words.

When Neville said that his grandma was in good health, Professor Trelawney responded in the negative, and he seemed about to faint.

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(ps. The author has not made statistics, but there is an interesting data from a certain book club. All of Trelawney's predictions have come true in a sense.)

(End of chapter)