Chapter 185 Divination

Robert didn't know what was so good about the magic he had learned, but now was not the time to ask.

The headmaster obviously trusted his magic more than Robert, and immediately asked Professor McGonagall to find someone.

Professor Trelawney and Midgan.

Of course, talking about Midgen may make most people a little confused, but if you mention "acne", then everyone will think of such a girl who has been tortured by acne throughout adolescence.

Of course, her acne has been resolved by the twins and she is now an optimistic, cheerful and very beautiful girl.

"Mr. Leslie, if you have any questions about your natural magic, you can come to me." Principal Dumbledore blinked, "I think, although I am an old man who is not very good at this, you know, As you get older, you will gain a little more knowledge." He made a small gesture.

Robert quickly bowed and thanked, "You are really a knowledgeable and generous elder."

Well, you must not say this to Dika, otherwise he will definitely make his front teeth fall out.

Not long after, Professor McGonagall dragged Professor Trelawney forward, followed by a timid Eloise Midgan.

Yes, Professor Trelawney was dragged here by Professor McGonagall.

She drank again.

This time she drank a little too much, and even though she was dragged along by Professor McGonagall, she still showed no sign of sobriety.

The corners of Professor Snape's eyes and mouth were twitching, as if he had some incurable disease. Sirius blinked his big innocent eyes, holding the unconscious Neville in his arms. Professor Quirrell poked his head at the door of the principal's office. .

Hey, Professor Quirrell?

Robert blinked. He seemed to have read correctly. Why wasn't Professor Quirrell arrested?

Could it be that Mr. Principal is still planning to leave this guy to Harry to deal with?

"Albus, there is no way I can wake up Sybil." Professor McGonagall said calmly, "You'd better do it yourself."

Although her tone was calm, Robert could feel the professor's suppressed anger.

Swallowing, he grabbed Hermione and hid behind Professor Snape, completely ignoring the professor's murderous gaze.

Even though Sirius looked like he was blaming the sky and the earth, he was definitely scared when he saw Professor McGonagall should be scared.

Principal Dumbledore was not polite to the drunken Professor Trelawney. As the light of a magic spell lit up, the divination professor who had always made a living by scaring people finally woke up.

"Well, good evening, Headmaster..." Professor Trelawney seemed to be a little dazed. She squinted her eyes, which made her look less strange because she was not wearing a pair of thick glasses.

"Sybil, we need your help. One of the students is lost." Principal Dumbledore said seriously, "Can you perform divination?"

"Hiccup~" Professor Trelawney obviously drank a lot, "Of course, I saw it in the crystal ball. They entered a piece of ice and snow, a very big place... If it wasn't in the Rotten Country, then where on earth was it... "

As he talked, the professor fell asleep.

"They...them?" Professor McGonagall frowned, "Isn't it just Mr. Potter?"

As she said that, she looked at Hermione.

The little girl shook her head and said she didn't know either.

Robert had a toothache and asked with some uncertainty, "Isn't it Ron who went with him? Well, if Harry wants to go out, Ron will definitely follow."

"Mr. Weasley must think that having a famous savior can ward off all disasters, right?" Professor Snape said in a strong tone, "For him, following Mr. Potter can gain glory and attract others. With your eyes, everything else doesn’t matter, does it?”

...hit the nail on the head.

Although it is a bit too much to say Ron, judging from his performance, maybe he really thinks so.

Professor McGonagall looked at him, "Please don't judge my students like this, Professor Snape. What we should do now is to find them as soon as possible."

Professor Snape stared at Professor McGonagall coldly, and after a while, turned and left.

Professor McGonagall looked at the young wizards and said, "You'd better get back to bed quickly, now!"

Sighing, Robert carried Neville on his back and left with Hermione.

"Robert, what should we do?" Hermione was worried. "Oh my God, did Ron really go with him? How could they do this!"

Robert looked at Hermione strangely. He suspected that the little girl was not angry at the two people for leaving the castle in the snow, but angry at the two people for leaving the castle without her.

"Okay Hermione." Robert comforted, "It's useless for you to be angry now. Go back and get some sleep. The professors will bring them out tomorrow morning."

Suddenly, Hermione looked at Robert and asked expectantly, "Robert, how about... let's go look for it too?"

Robert: "..."

Unable to help but raise his hand and knock this daring girl, Robert said angrily, "You think so well, you really can't get involved in this matter."

Hermione exclaimed, covered her head, and asked angrily, "Why?"

"Didn't you hear what Professor Trelawney said?" Robert raised his forehead, "She said they are no longer in the Corrupt Country."

Hermione's eyes widened, "Is she really divination? Isn't she drunk and talking nonsense?"

...I'm so sorry that the most powerful fortune teller in this world can only make fortune tellings when he is drunk.

Just like the astrology of horse people, a bunch of horse people look up at the sky at 45°, which is beautiful, but it doesn't look reliable no matter how you look at it.

"...Well, in short, she is a very powerful fortune teller. Generally speaking, her fortune telling is very accurate, but it is a special talent." Robert explained, "To put it simply, you can't learn it. of."

"How is that possible?!" Hermione opened her eyes wide and said unconvinced, "Then it must be because you didn't study seriously!"

Robert scratched his head, "Well...for example, you know that Mr. Filch is a squib...can't release the magic in his body, right?"

Hermione nodded.

"Ordinary wizards, no matter how talented they are, can still cast spells." Robert said, "You understand this, right?"

Hermione nodded, looking thoughtful.

"If you compare Professor Trelawney to an ordinary wizard, of course, you can also think of her as a great wizard like Principal Dumbledore. After all, she is indeed an authority in a certain field of divination, although she always likes to scare people. Robert shrugged, "Then everyone else is Mr. Filch."

Hermione raised her little hand, "But, I saw there are other diviners?"

"Oh, that's another kind of fortune teller." Robert scratched his head. "This kind of fortune telling is usually linked to psychology. The conclusions drawn through analysis are completely different from Professor Trelawney's fortune telling. Rather than saying that she is Divining the future, it’s better to say she can see the future.”