Chapter 612 Trelawney's Prophecy
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Trelawney's ability to create an atmosphere is very strong. In just a few minutes, the students dare not even take a breath.
Vincent remembered the words of the magic sticks.
Once the atmosphere is in place, then there will be some prophecies to increase the sense of urgency.
Trelawney leaned on the rocking chair, her voice changed back to the soft and indistinct voice before,
"During the summer term, we started learning about crystal balls—I mean, if we were done with omens of fire.
Unfortunately, the school will be closed in February due to a bad flu.
I myself lose my voice.
Around Easter, one of us will leave us forever. "
After the three "prophecies", there was a frightening silence.
Trelawney straightened her back as if she didn't realize it, and said to Lavender who was closest to her and curled up on the chair in fright:
"Honey, can you pass me the biggest silver teacup?"
Lavender breathed a sigh of relief, got up and went to the shelf to take a huge teacup, and put it on the small round table in front of the rocking chair.
"Thank you dear.
By the way, your worst fears will happen on Friday, October 10. "
Vincent calculated the time and couldn't help rolling his eyes.
This year's October 10th is obviously a Saturday, so these words can only scare the little British wizards who are not good at math.
Hermione next to her obviously figured it out too, but she still maintained her good student appearance.
The corners of Trelawney's mouth rose slightly, as if she was very satisfied with the performance of the students.
After the process is over, it's time for class.
"Now, I ask you to divide into groups of two, and each of you bring to me a teacup from the shelf, and let me fill it with tea.
Then you sit back and drink the tea until only the tea dregs are left, shake the tea dregs in the teacup three times with your left hand, then put the cup upside down on the tray, and when the last drop of tea seeps out, hand the cup to you partner to interpret. "
She glanced at Neville, who was still shrinking his neck, "You can refer to the fifth and sixth pages of "Picking Through the Fog to See the Future" to interpret the shape of the tea leaves.
I will walk among you, help you, and guide you.
Oh, dear—" She grabbed Neville's arm, who was about to stand up,
"After you broke the first teacup, could you please pick out a blue one? I really like the pink one."
Vincent got up and went to the shelf to choose a black one, and then heard the crisp sound of porcelain being broken next to him.
It was indeed Neville.
He squatted down in a panic, probably trying to pick up the fragments of the teacup.
But Trelawney, with dustpan and broom in hand, arrived first,
"Honey, if you don't mind, take a blue one, thanks."
Vincent put the black teacup away and reached for the pink one as she bent to clean up the debris.
Hermione pursed her lips and picked up the black teacup he had put down.
After Lockhart's baptism last year, she certainly understood that it was no coincidence that Neville broke the teacup.
First of all, give a psychological hint to make Neville worry about grandma's current situation.
Then use prophecy to deepen this sense of tension, and finally use words to guide him who has unconsciously chosen to believe.
Level!
After all, after staying in school for more than ten years, how could it be as simple as the old liar that the twins said.
Follow the instructions and return to the seat to drink tea, shake the tea leaves three times, drain the tea and exchange cups with each other.
Hermione flipped back and forth between pages five and six of her textbook.
Just now Vincent shook the tea leaves in a big way, and he already felt that there was a problem at that time.
According to the content in the textbook, the speed of drinking tea, emotions, and the strength of putting down the cup will eventually affect the shape distribution of the tea dregs scattered at the bottom of the teacup.
If the fortune is good, it will be a "ten", and if the fortune is not good, it will be in the shape of "X".
Moreover, exchanging interpretations with each other will make people with different fortunes see different shapes.
Maybe scissors look like a heart, or nothing like a grimace.
Select 4 patterns from the complex and abstract tea leaves and combine them to get the final result of this divination.
But what the hell is the tea leaves in the pink teacup?
How can anyone shake out the magic rune, or there is only one "?" that symbolizes him.
"Open your mind, my dear," Trelawney's voice suddenly sounded,
"Let your eyes go beyond the boundaries of the world!"
Hermione froze, "Did you use a wand to cast spells?"
Vincent nodded under her wide, sure eyes.
"Okay..." Hermione turned her pink tea cup with her head down.
This magic rune looks like both a "ten" and an "X".
The patterns are connected together, although nothing can be deciphered from them, but the fate is in her hands.
"Your luck is very good."
The corners of Vincent's mouth rose slightly.
Hermione tilted her head and said expressionlessly, "Because you have a good partner."
"It's really great!" Vincent looked down at the black teacup, then picked up the textbook to interpret:
"I saw a bird, which means you're going to be very lucky.
And hats, a harbinger of success. "
James and Alfred on the other side of the round table looked over.
There are no birds and hats, but clocks and crabs.
One represents recovery from disease, and one represents the proximity of enemies.
"At the end there is the word 'ten' and a butterfly." Vincent parted the two big faces,
"The combination means that you will have a smooth life recently, and you will also realize a wish."
James, who was pushed back, pouted.
Different fortunes can be seen from different angles, and the butterfly representing joy is similar to the bat representing disappointment.
Suddenly realized, Alfred gave a thumbs up, "Old Wen, you are also a good partner!"
To put it bluntly, divination is based on a sudden flash of inspiration.
Talented fortune tellers can guess accurately, but those who are not talented at all will never guess correctly.
And the results of divination will affect people, and positive and negative attitudes will lead to different actions, and finally come to a completely different reality.
"Eagle!" Trelawney screamed. "My dear, you have a rival."
She stood beside Ron, turning the teacup in front of him counterclockwise,
"A bludgeon...an attack."
Her voice rose again, "My God, my God, this is not a pleasant cup..."
Ron's partner is Harry, and the eagle reading in front is irrefutable.
"Skull... There is danger on your way, my dear..."
All the students' eyes were on Trelawney's face.
Turning the cup again in some horror, she suddenly took a deep breath, and then screamed.
With a "crack", Neville, who had just drained his tea, broke his second teacup.
Trelawney sank into an empty armchair behind her, clutching her chest and slowly closing her eyes.
"My darling, my poor darling... no, it's better not to say it—don't ask me..."
Vincent and Hermione exchanged glances.
The divination professor is not only competent, but also quite high.
……
……
Vincent remembered the words of the magic sticks.
Once the atmosphere is in place, then there will be some prophecies to increase the sense of urgency.
Trelawney leaned on the rocking chair, her voice changed back to the soft and indistinct voice before,
"During the summer term, we started learning about crystal balls—I mean, if we were done with omens of fire.
Unfortunately, the school will be closed in February due to a bad flu.
I myself lose my voice.
Around Easter, one of us will leave us forever. "
After the three "prophecies", there was a frightening silence.
Trelawney straightened her back as if she didn't realize it, and said to Lavender who was closest to her and curled up on the chair in fright:
"Honey, can you pass me the biggest silver teacup?"
Lavender breathed a sigh of relief, got up and went to the shelf to take a huge teacup, and put it on the small round table in front of the rocking chair.
"Thank you dear.
By the way, your worst fears will happen on Friday, October 10. "
Vincent calculated the time and couldn't help rolling his eyes.
This year's October 10th is obviously a Saturday, so these words can only scare the little British wizards who are not good at math.
Hermione next to her obviously figured it out too, but she still maintained her good student appearance.
The corners of Trelawney's mouth rose slightly, as if she was very satisfied with the performance of the students.
After the process is over, it's time for class.
"Now, I ask you to divide into groups of two, and each of you bring to me a teacup from the shelf, and let me fill it with tea.
Then you sit back and drink the tea until only the tea dregs are left, shake the tea dregs in the teacup three times with your left hand, then put the cup upside down on the tray, and when the last drop of tea seeps out, hand the cup to you partner to interpret. "
She glanced at Neville, who was still shrinking his neck, "You can refer to the fifth and sixth pages of "Picking Through the Fog to See the Future" to interpret the shape of the tea leaves.
I will walk among you, help you, and guide you.
Oh, dear—" She grabbed Neville's arm, who was about to stand up,
"After you broke the first teacup, could you please pick out a blue one? I really like the pink one."
Vincent got up and went to the shelf to choose a black one, and then heard the crisp sound of porcelain being broken next to him.
It was indeed Neville.
He squatted down in a panic, probably trying to pick up the fragments of the teacup.
But Trelawney, with dustpan and broom in hand, arrived first,
"Honey, if you don't mind, take a blue one, thanks."
Vincent put the black teacup away and reached for the pink one as she bent to clean up the debris.
Hermione pursed her lips and picked up the black teacup he had put down.
After Lockhart's baptism last year, she certainly understood that it was no coincidence that Neville broke the teacup.
First of all, give a psychological hint to make Neville worry about grandma's current situation.
Then use prophecy to deepen this sense of tension, and finally use words to guide him who has unconsciously chosen to believe.
Level!
After all, after staying in school for more than ten years, how could it be as simple as the old liar that the twins said.
Follow the instructions and return to the seat to drink tea, shake the tea leaves three times, drain the tea and exchange cups with each other.
Hermione flipped back and forth between pages five and six of her textbook.
Just now Vincent shook the tea leaves in a big way, and he already felt that there was a problem at that time.
According to the content in the textbook, the speed of drinking tea, emotions, and the strength of putting down the cup will eventually affect the shape distribution of the tea dregs scattered at the bottom of the teacup.
If the fortune is good, it will be a "ten", and if the fortune is not good, it will be in the shape of "X".
Moreover, exchanging interpretations with each other will make people with different fortunes see different shapes.
Maybe scissors look like a heart, or nothing like a grimace.
Select 4 patterns from the complex and abstract tea leaves and combine them to get the final result of this divination.
But what the hell is the tea leaves in the pink teacup?
How can anyone shake out the magic rune, or there is only one "?" that symbolizes him.
"Open your mind, my dear," Trelawney's voice suddenly sounded,
"Let your eyes go beyond the boundaries of the world!"
Hermione froze, "Did you use a wand to cast spells?"
Vincent nodded under her wide, sure eyes.
"Okay..." Hermione turned her pink tea cup with her head down.
This magic rune looks like both a "ten" and an "X".
The patterns are connected together, although nothing can be deciphered from them, but the fate is in her hands.
"Your luck is very good."
The corners of Vincent's mouth rose slightly.
Hermione tilted her head and said expressionlessly, "Because you have a good partner."
"It's really great!" Vincent looked down at the black teacup, then picked up the textbook to interpret:
"I saw a bird, which means you're going to be very lucky.
And hats, a harbinger of success. "
James and Alfred on the other side of the round table looked over.
There are no birds and hats, but clocks and crabs.
One represents recovery from disease, and one represents the proximity of enemies.
"At the end there is the word 'ten' and a butterfly." Vincent parted the two big faces,
"The combination means that you will have a smooth life recently, and you will also realize a wish."
James, who was pushed back, pouted.
Different fortunes can be seen from different angles, and the butterfly representing joy is similar to the bat representing disappointment.
Suddenly realized, Alfred gave a thumbs up, "Old Wen, you are also a good partner!"
To put it bluntly, divination is based on a sudden flash of inspiration.
Talented fortune tellers can guess accurately, but those who are not talented at all will never guess correctly.
And the results of divination will affect people, and positive and negative attitudes will lead to different actions, and finally come to a completely different reality.
"Eagle!" Trelawney screamed. "My dear, you have a rival."
She stood beside Ron, turning the teacup in front of him counterclockwise,
"A bludgeon...an attack."
Her voice rose again, "My God, my God, this is not a pleasant cup..."
Ron's partner is Harry, and the eagle reading in front is irrefutable.
"Skull... There is danger on your way, my dear..."
All the students' eyes were on Trelawney's face.
Turning the cup again in some horror, she suddenly took a deep breath, and then screamed.
With a "crack", Neville, who had just drained his tea, broke his second teacup.
Trelawney sank into an empty armchair behind her, clutching her chest and slowly closing her eyes.
"My darling, my poor darling... no, it's better not to say it—don't ask me..."
Vincent and Hermione exchanged glances.
The divination professor is not only competent, but also quite high.
……
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