Chapter 322 Divination Lesson
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 322 Divination Lesson
"Here's your class schedule for third grade!"
Percy and George were handing out timetables for each grade.
Professor McGonagall had just handed them both.
"Harry, what's the matter with you McGuffins! You look very ugly..."
Fred saw De LS Malfoy along the line of sight of the two of them. She was pointing to this side and yelling loudly, making all kinds of exaggerated body movements like performing a drama.
"That idiot! Leave her alone... Like we said last night, when the dementor came over, that guy almost cried!"
"However, Harry, didn't you guys see that dementor last night? According to rumors, the disappearing dementor seems to have disappeared in your carriage..."
"Percy, isn't it... aren't you a student representative? You should know about this?"
After George stuffed a third grade schedule in front of McGuffin, he said a rare compliment to Percy.
Percy's face suddenly fell, and he said guiltily: "Of course I know...it was...Professor Lupine did it, he should have wiped out the dementors!"
Then he quickly changed the subject.
"Don't talk about these things, Harry, you will really increase the difficulty of learning this semester. Starting from the third grade, your courses will no longer simply involve some repeated spells and transformations, but will be more in-depth... The courses in multiple categories will be related to each other."
"From this year onwards, you will start to work hard for the wizard level certificate! This will determine whether you can become a senior in the future, and your future in life..."
Ron rolled his eyes impatiently, and Harry tried his best to divert his eyes away from the figure of DeLS Malfoy, trying not to catch this guy in his peripheral vision, causing any slightest connection in the memory of his brain.
Hermione nodded frequently, listening so intently that she almost took a notebook to write it down.
"Percy, we still have two years to take the exam, just let us go!"
"Ron, your brother is right...we have to get ready from now on!" Hermione was looking at her new timetable.
"Just in time, there will be a few new classes to be taught today!" She said excitedly.
Ron glanced helplessly at Hermione's schedule, and immediately looked in disbelief.
"My Merlin! How densely packed it is... Hermione, how many classes do you have to take a day!"
"It's none of your business, Ron!"
"But?"
"My timetable is just a bit full!" said Hermione petulantly, not wanting to mention it.
After Percy next to him took a look, he immediately understood: "Oh, I know...you and Professor McGonagall have made an agreement, right?"
"Hmm! That's right." Hermione nodded with her head raised.
"But..." Ron still wanted to say something.
McGuffin knew what it was all about. ——It's about the time converter. It seems that Percy has also studied the whole course to become a master like Hermione.
Not to mention other things, if you want to be an Auror in the Ministry of Magic, or work in the Department of Law, even [Muggle Studies], a course that is not popular in the wizarding world, can get an excellent level.
McGuffin thought about it, but he didn't say much.
Instead, she covered it up for Hermione.
He took a plate of sausages and roasted tomatoes and passed it to Ron.
"Stop talking, Ron, do you want to go to Professor McGonagall for a response? Professor McGonagall is so rigorous, she will not make mistakes..."
"Okay, okay!" Ron paused as soon as he heard Professor McGonagall, and he didn't worry about it any more. He also knew that their dean usually pays most attention to logic and memory, and there should be absolutely no mistakes in such things.
They ate breakfast, and after a while the topic shifted to the newly opened specific courses. (actually mainly Hermione and Percy having a lively discussion)
Percy sat next to them and told them which courses would help them enter the Ministry of Magic in the future.
"I still have some experience with these things..."
"The International Department of Magic, you need to have a grade certificate in the history of magic to be excellent or above, and get a professor's recommendation letter in the spells and potions class to enter."
"The Department of Sports of the Ministry of Magic is generally held by the retired personnel of the British Quidditch national team or the broom designer wizard of [Universal Light Wheel Company]... You will be a Quidditch player in the magic school, and it is best to lead the team to win a championship trophy and get the title of best player."
"Of course I never planned to work in this department. Harry, maybe you can think about it. Like Wood of your Quidditch team, you plan to find someone who will become a professional Quidditch player and then work in this department."
"If you want to become an Auror, or work in the Department of Law, you must have an excellent wizard certificate, especially Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, and Charms. You must even get recommendations from professors for the three courses... rune, Muggle studies, etc. You should also be excellent... it is best to become the prefect and student representative of Hogwarts..."
Percy puffed out his chest, the student representative badge glowing like magic.
"Hermione, if you are as ambitious as I am and want to make a difference, the best choice is to work in the Ministry of Magic's Law Division."
"Of course, it's extremely difficult to get a job there!" Percy showed off with a look of pride on his face. "My goal has always been to get in there. Of course, I will start an internship in other departments and go to the Department of Law step by step. Generally speaking, wizards who come out of here will..."
"Become the Minister of Magic!" George said.
"Don't talk about Percy, the whole wizarding world is the great goal of Percy Weasley, don't you just want to be the Minister of Magic?" Fred said.
Percy's face began to flush.
"Hermione, don't listen to Percy's nonsense. Who doesn't know that if you want to enter the Ministry of Magic's Sports Department, you must be a Quidditch player, the Magic International Department must be a pure-blood wizard, as for the Law Department, you must be a Ravenclaw graduate, and it is better to be born. You must be clean, that is, you must be neither a member of the Death Eater family nor Muggle-born..."
"Even the little wizards in the first year know that the Ministry of Magic is corrupt, full of moths, and colluding with the entire International Federation of Magic..."
"You...you..."
Percy was so pissed off that he didn't want his dreams and goals to be insulted by the twins, but even a little wizard from a Muggle family like McGuffin could know the dirty things of the Ministry of Magic, let alone anyone else.
Percy was also overwhelmed by the obvious truth.
After humming a few words, he took two slices of grilled sausage between his bread, turned around and left here.
After the twins discussed Quidditch with Harry for a while, they turned around and left to find Lee Jordan and the others. (The group of people who don't know what they found on Hufflepuff's table are making a fuss!)
They mentioned the Quidditch thing, and that altered memory popped into McGuffin's and Harry's minds.
——De LS Malfoy did not become a Quidditch Seeker, and naturally Lucius Malfoy did not donate [Night Wheel 2001] to the Slytherin team.
Last year, Gryffindor was the most hopeful to win the championship, but they did not expect to be canceled from the Quidditch match. (However, before the cancellation of the game, due to the order of Professor McGonagall, Wood let the twins experiment with the magic rocket broom that McGuffin invented)
This messy and modified memory made McGuffin's heart in a mess. He didn't know if this completely chaotic and similar but completely different plot could still proceed smoothly according to the original development?
……
So full of thoughts, McGuffin and Harry went to the roof of the North Tower to have a divination class after dinner.
It's a long way from the castle to the north tower, and they seldom go there.
Especially after the renovation of Hogwarts, those corridors are very strange, and people can't tell where they are.
Not only them, McGuffin and the others met many little wizards who were looking for their way back and forth in the corridor.
After meeting a partner and walking for a while, I always think that the direction I insisted on is right, so I separated again, and maybe after a while, I can meet them again.Especially Neville had met him three times back and forth, and Hermione had no choice but to stop the poor little guy and let him follow behind them.
After being exhausted and out of breath, McGuffin finally found the chunky knight full of obscenities in a dark corner of the corridor.
It was a very large oil painting, but it was hung crookedly.
It looks like the chunky knight has offended the refurbished goblins and wizards a lot.
After spending a long time looking at the villain in the painting, McGuffin and the others finally got the way to the divination teacher from his mouth.
Then he walked along the corridor and the stairs, and after passing through the old classroom that had not been renovated, he came to a narrow spiral staircase.
Lightning-shaped cracks can be vaguely seen on the wall here, and some gray-white unknown stones are filled inside, as if someone used a spell to forcefully fill it up and heal it.
On the wall of the spiral staircase are many pictures of noble women in the middle ages. When they saw Harry coming, most of them hid behind the sofa or table in panic in panic, and some boldly urged them to leave quickly.
On the top floor, there is a small platform above which is the ceiling.
There are some square and round windows made of stones next to it, and the outside scenery can be vaguely seen.
Owls of various colors are flying around in the cloudy sky.
There was a trap door in the ceiling, round, about two or three inches larger than the usual road manhole covers.
The door was marked with a brass plaque reading: Sybill Trelawney.
"Oh, it's already late!"
Hermione said disappointedly, "I still want to make a good impression on the new professor! It is said that divination is a course that tests intuition and talent, and I am still very interested in this course."
"Hermione, which subject are you not very interested in..." Ron grumbled twice.
They ran so far that they could almost circle the entire Forbidden Forest, so it was no wonder that he was so angry now.
McGuffin looked at Trelawney's name and fell into deep thought again.
Everything in Harry Potter is prophesied by this guy, Sybill Trelawney.
Is this guy just putting on airs like the old bee...to protect himself with a reputation of being crazy.
After all, all fortune tellers in history did not end well, especially human wizards.
Also... after hearing this prophecy, Voldemort immediately believed and acted, which is also very paradoxical.
To be honest, if it is a story, it is easy to understand. When it becomes a real world, the most incomprehensible thing for McGuffin is Voldemort's motivation... If this guy didn't do it like this, he would have...
In other words, when this fellow Sybil made a prophecy, it was as if he cast an all-round halo of intelligence on Voldemort in the dark.
Let him step by step to deal with a newly born little wizard.
With that time and energy, wouldn't it be okay to directly attack the Ministry of Magic and raise the banner of rebellion?
Otherwise, these Western societies are just not good enough. They don’t have the power to act with real guns. After so many days, I can’t let them eat a big melon to see...
Uh, it seems that something strange has been mixed in.
Cough cough, in short... Sybill Trelawney, this guy from the famous family of fortune-telling wizards, is he a schizophrenic fortune-telling wizard... or does he have an old silver coin that hides his abilities.
McGuffin thought to himself.
——Facing this old house girl who lived in the North Tower and hardly ever went out, McGuffin didn't meet at all, so now he just took advantage of the class to try it out.
By the way, in the last few days of the first grade, what was the magic ritual performed by the horsemen? From what they said, it seemed to be related to divination.
McGuffin had long wanted to ask about all that.
"How can we go up?" Harry turned around a few times, but couldn't find any magic switch, and tried again and again with Ron and Hermione holding the wand, but there was no response.
They are very anxious.
At this moment, the trapdoor opened, and a silver ladder stretched from the hole in the ceiling to the ground as if growing automatically.
So they went up and came to an extremely weird classroom.
It's like a cross between an attic and an old teahouse.
It was very dim, and everything looked as if it was still in the era of 20 years ago.
This is a circular classroom, it seems to have windows, but curtains are drawn on the surrounding walls...thick, scarlet velvet curtains block out all the outside light.
The dark brown floor creaked and creaked when stepped on, but almost everything here was soft plush and brownish red.
There are about [-] small round tables placed in the classroom. The tables are made of outdated checkered cloth, and the soft seats are covered with red cushions.
On the tablecloths of all the small round tables was a small magical table lamp, which was no different from the ones in the common room, except that it was covered with a layer of scarlet lampshade.
That's why it's so dark here.
In the corner of the room, where it looks like a podium, there is a tall storage shelf, on which are placed feathers of different colors, sizes and varieties... all kinds of candle heads, divination cards, crystal balls filled with silver mist, tea sets, knots... even some bronze water basins, porcelain and tortoise shells, and a huge black iron box that looks like it contains incense ash or some weird ashes.
There is also a small blackboard, and a color pen is automatically drawing the anatomy diagram of the bird's gut.
Besides, the weirdest thing is that there is a greasy, sultry fragrance floating in the classroom...it makes people dizzy and drowsy.
The smell came from the large copper kettle on the fireplace, which seemed to be cooking something.
It was baked by a small fire and made a gurgling sound.
However, fortunately for McGuffin and the others to arrive, there were not many people in the classroom, only a few little witches who were sitting scattered and discussing something in a low voice, their faces full of excitement.
(End of this chapter)
"Here's your class schedule for third grade!"
Percy and George were handing out timetables for each grade.
Professor McGonagall had just handed them both.
"Harry, what's the matter with you McGuffins! You look very ugly..."
Fred saw De LS Malfoy along the line of sight of the two of them. She was pointing to this side and yelling loudly, making all kinds of exaggerated body movements like performing a drama.
"That idiot! Leave her alone... Like we said last night, when the dementor came over, that guy almost cried!"
"However, Harry, didn't you guys see that dementor last night? According to rumors, the disappearing dementor seems to have disappeared in your carriage..."
"Percy, isn't it... aren't you a student representative? You should know about this?"
After George stuffed a third grade schedule in front of McGuffin, he said a rare compliment to Percy.
Percy's face suddenly fell, and he said guiltily: "Of course I know...it was...Professor Lupine did it, he should have wiped out the dementors!"
Then he quickly changed the subject.
"Don't talk about these things, Harry, you will really increase the difficulty of learning this semester. Starting from the third grade, your courses will no longer simply involve some repeated spells and transformations, but will be more in-depth... The courses in multiple categories will be related to each other."
"From this year onwards, you will start to work hard for the wizard level certificate! This will determine whether you can become a senior in the future, and your future in life..."
Ron rolled his eyes impatiently, and Harry tried his best to divert his eyes away from the figure of DeLS Malfoy, trying not to catch this guy in his peripheral vision, causing any slightest connection in the memory of his brain.
Hermione nodded frequently, listening so intently that she almost took a notebook to write it down.
"Percy, we still have two years to take the exam, just let us go!"
"Ron, your brother is right...we have to get ready from now on!" Hermione was looking at her new timetable.
"Just in time, there will be a few new classes to be taught today!" She said excitedly.
Ron glanced helplessly at Hermione's schedule, and immediately looked in disbelief.
"My Merlin! How densely packed it is... Hermione, how many classes do you have to take a day!"
"It's none of your business, Ron!"
"But?"
"My timetable is just a bit full!" said Hermione petulantly, not wanting to mention it.
After Percy next to him took a look, he immediately understood: "Oh, I know...you and Professor McGonagall have made an agreement, right?"
"Hmm! That's right." Hermione nodded with her head raised.
"But..." Ron still wanted to say something.
McGuffin knew what it was all about. ——It's about the time converter. It seems that Percy has also studied the whole course to become a master like Hermione.
Not to mention other things, if you want to be an Auror in the Ministry of Magic, or work in the Department of Law, even [Muggle Studies], a course that is not popular in the wizarding world, can get an excellent level.
McGuffin thought about it, but he didn't say much.
Instead, she covered it up for Hermione.
He took a plate of sausages and roasted tomatoes and passed it to Ron.
"Stop talking, Ron, do you want to go to Professor McGonagall for a response? Professor McGonagall is so rigorous, she will not make mistakes..."
"Okay, okay!" Ron paused as soon as he heard Professor McGonagall, and he didn't worry about it any more. He also knew that their dean usually pays most attention to logic and memory, and there should be absolutely no mistakes in such things.
They ate breakfast, and after a while the topic shifted to the newly opened specific courses. (actually mainly Hermione and Percy having a lively discussion)
Percy sat next to them and told them which courses would help them enter the Ministry of Magic in the future.
"I still have some experience with these things..."
"The International Department of Magic, you need to have a grade certificate in the history of magic to be excellent or above, and get a professor's recommendation letter in the spells and potions class to enter."
"The Department of Sports of the Ministry of Magic is generally held by the retired personnel of the British Quidditch national team or the broom designer wizard of [Universal Light Wheel Company]... You will be a Quidditch player in the magic school, and it is best to lead the team to win a championship trophy and get the title of best player."
"Of course I never planned to work in this department. Harry, maybe you can think about it. Like Wood of your Quidditch team, you plan to find someone who will become a professional Quidditch player and then work in this department."
"If you want to become an Auror, or work in the Department of Law, you must have an excellent wizard certificate, especially Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, and Charms. You must even get recommendations from professors for the three courses... rune, Muggle studies, etc. You should also be excellent... it is best to become the prefect and student representative of Hogwarts..."
Percy puffed out his chest, the student representative badge glowing like magic.
"Hermione, if you are as ambitious as I am and want to make a difference, the best choice is to work in the Ministry of Magic's Law Division."
"Of course, it's extremely difficult to get a job there!" Percy showed off with a look of pride on his face. "My goal has always been to get in there. Of course, I will start an internship in other departments and go to the Department of Law step by step. Generally speaking, wizards who come out of here will..."
"Become the Minister of Magic!" George said.
"Don't talk about Percy, the whole wizarding world is the great goal of Percy Weasley, don't you just want to be the Minister of Magic?" Fred said.
Percy's face began to flush.
"Hermione, don't listen to Percy's nonsense. Who doesn't know that if you want to enter the Ministry of Magic's Sports Department, you must be a Quidditch player, the Magic International Department must be a pure-blood wizard, as for the Law Department, you must be a Ravenclaw graduate, and it is better to be born. You must be clean, that is, you must be neither a member of the Death Eater family nor Muggle-born..."
"Even the little wizards in the first year know that the Ministry of Magic is corrupt, full of moths, and colluding with the entire International Federation of Magic..."
"You...you..."
Percy was so pissed off that he didn't want his dreams and goals to be insulted by the twins, but even a little wizard from a Muggle family like McGuffin could know the dirty things of the Ministry of Magic, let alone anyone else.
Percy was also overwhelmed by the obvious truth.
After humming a few words, he took two slices of grilled sausage between his bread, turned around and left here.
After the twins discussed Quidditch with Harry for a while, they turned around and left to find Lee Jordan and the others. (The group of people who don't know what they found on Hufflepuff's table are making a fuss!)
They mentioned the Quidditch thing, and that altered memory popped into McGuffin's and Harry's minds.
——De LS Malfoy did not become a Quidditch Seeker, and naturally Lucius Malfoy did not donate [Night Wheel 2001] to the Slytherin team.
Last year, Gryffindor was the most hopeful to win the championship, but they did not expect to be canceled from the Quidditch match. (However, before the cancellation of the game, due to the order of Professor McGonagall, Wood let the twins experiment with the magic rocket broom that McGuffin invented)
This messy and modified memory made McGuffin's heart in a mess. He didn't know if this completely chaotic and similar but completely different plot could still proceed smoothly according to the original development?
……
So full of thoughts, McGuffin and Harry went to the roof of the North Tower to have a divination class after dinner.
It's a long way from the castle to the north tower, and they seldom go there.
Especially after the renovation of Hogwarts, those corridors are very strange, and people can't tell where they are.
Not only them, McGuffin and the others met many little wizards who were looking for their way back and forth in the corridor.
After meeting a partner and walking for a while, I always think that the direction I insisted on is right, so I separated again, and maybe after a while, I can meet them again.Especially Neville had met him three times back and forth, and Hermione had no choice but to stop the poor little guy and let him follow behind them.
After being exhausted and out of breath, McGuffin finally found the chunky knight full of obscenities in a dark corner of the corridor.
It was a very large oil painting, but it was hung crookedly.
It looks like the chunky knight has offended the refurbished goblins and wizards a lot.
After spending a long time looking at the villain in the painting, McGuffin and the others finally got the way to the divination teacher from his mouth.
Then he walked along the corridor and the stairs, and after passing through the old classroom that had not been renovated, he came to a narrow spiral staircase.
Lightning-shaped cracks can be vaguely seen on the wall here, and some gray-white unknown stones are filled inside, as if someone used a spell to forcefully fill it up and heal it.
On the wall of the spiral staircase are many pictures of noble women in the middle ages. When they saw Harry coming, most of them hid behind the sofa or table in panic in panic, and some boldly urged them to leave quickly.
On the top floor, there is a small platform above which is the ceiling.
There are some square and round windows made of stones next to it, and the outside scenery can be vaguely seen.
Owls of various colors are flying around in the cloudy sky.
There was a trap door in the ceiling, round, about two or three inches larger than the usual road manhole covers.
The door was marked with a brass plaque reading: Sybill Trelawney.
"Oh, it's already late!"
Hermione said disappointedly, "I still want to make a good impression on the new professor! It is said that divination is a course that tests intuition and talent, and I am still very interested in this course."
"Hermione, which subject are you not very interested in..." Ron grumbled twice.
They ran so far that they could almost circle the entire Forbidden Forest, so it was no wonder that he was so angry now.
McGuffin looked at Trelawney's name and fell into deep thought again.
Everything in Harry Potter is prophesied by this guy, Sybill Trelawney.
Is this guy just putting on airs like the old bee...to protect himself with a reputation of being crazy.
After all, all fortune tellers in history did not end well, especially human wizards.
Also... after hearing this prophecy, Voldemort immediately believed and acted, which is also very paradoxical.
To be honest, if it is a story, it is easy to understand. When it becomes a real world, the most incomprehensible thing for McGuffin is Voldemort's motivation... If this guy didn't do it like this, he would have...
In other words, when this fellow Sybil made a prophecy, it was as if he cast an all-round halo of intelligence on Voldemort in the dark.
Let him step by step to deal with a newly born little wizard.
With that time and energy, wouldn't it be okay to directly attack the Ministry of Magic and raise the banner of rebellion?
Otherwise, these Western societies are just not good enough. They don’t have the power to act with real guns. After so many days, I can’t let them eat a big melon to see...
Uh, it seems that something strange has been mixed in.
Cough cough, in short... Sybill Trelawney, this guy from the famous family of fortune-telling wizards, is he a schizophrenic fortune-telling wizard... or does he have an old silver coin that hides his abilities.
McGuffin thought to himself.
——Facing this old house girl who lived in the North Tower and hardly ever went out, McGuffin didn't meet at all, so now he just took advantage of the class to try it out.
By the way, in the last few days of the first grade, what was the magic ritual performed by the horsemen? From what they said, it seemed to be related to divination.
McGuffin had long wanted to ask about all that.
"How can we go up?" Harry turned around a few times, but couldn't find any magic switch, and tried again and again with Ron and Hermione holding the wand, but there was no response.
They are very anxious.
At this moment, the trapdoor opened, and a silver ladder stretched from the hole in the ceiling to the ground as if growing automatically.
So they went up and came to an extremely weird classroom.
It's like a cross between an attic and an old teahouse.
It was very dim, and everything looked as if it was still in the era of 20 years ago.
This is a circular classroom, it seems to have windows, but curtains are drawn on the surrounding walls...thick, scarlet velvet curtains block out all the outside light.
The dark brown floor creaked and creaked when stepped on, but almost everything here was soft plush and brownish red.
There are about [-] small round tables placed in the classroom. The tables are made of outdated checkered cloth, and the soft seats are covered with red cushions.
On the tablecloths of all the small round tables was a small magical table lamp, which was no different from the ones in the common room, except that it was covered with a layer of scarlet lampshade.
That's why it's so dark here.
In the corner of the room, where it looks like a podium, there is a tall storage shelf, on which are placed feathers of different colors, sizes and varieties... all kinds of candle heads, divination cards, crystal balls filled with silver mist, tea sets, knots... even some bronze water basins, porcelain and tortoise shells, and a huge black iron box that looks like it contains incense ash or some weird ashes.
There is also a small blackboard, and a color pen is automatically drawing the anatomy diagram of the bird's gut.
Besides, the weirdest thing is that there is a greasy, sultry fragrance floating in the classroom...it makes people dizzy and drowsy.
The smell came from the large copper kettle on the fireplace, which seemed to be cooking something.
It was baked by a small fire and made a gurgling sound.
However, fortunately for McGuffin and the others to arrive, there were not many people in the classroom, only a few little witches who were sitting scattered and discussing something in a low voice, their faces full of excitement.
(End of this chapter)
