#169 - Doing magic test

Amidst the curious gazes of all the young wizards, Moon followed Professor McGonagall out of the Great Hall.

As soon as they reached the corridor outside, Professor McGonagall turned and said earnestly.

"Mr. Scarlett, the school has arranged a divination test for you. I wonder if you'd be willing to participate."

"Divination?"

Hearing that the school had arranged a divination test specifically for him, Moon instinctively tensed up.

He wondered if the professors knew something or if he had done something out of line.

"Yes, just a simple divination, it won't be harmful in any way, nor will it be used to judge you."

After hearing Professor McGonagall's words, Moon pondered for a moment and then nodded.

"Alright, Professor."

For Moon, he had recently heard a lot about divination and prophecies.

Including the many unfulfilled prophecy orbs stored in the Department of Mysteries.

The cryptic prophecies given by the tribal wizard Ben.

And the strange scenes he saw in the Mirror of Erised...

He actually wanted to understand all these things.

Now that the school had arranged a divination, perhaps it could help Moon learn more.

Seeing Moon agree, Professor McGonagall happily led him back to her office on the second floor.

Moon had been to this small office when applying for a residence permit for Bouncy.

At that time, only Professor McGonagall was there, but today, when Moon entered, he discovered another professor.

A divination professor with messy hair, thick black-rimmed glasses, and black painted fingernails.

After leading Moon into the office, Professor McGonagall's expression unconsciously turned serious.

"Professor Trelawney, school rules prohibit all professors from drinking alcohol during lunch."

"Oh, Mc...::..Headmistress McGonagall, I don't have classes this afternoon, and alcohol helps me make the most accurate predictions, so I..."

Hearing Professor McGonagall's stern tone.

Sybill Trelawney immediately put down the finished sherry bottle and explained with an embarrassed expression.

"Alright, I hope there won't be a next time."

After saying that to her, Professor McGonagall slightly inclined her body and pointed to Moon.

"This is Mr. Moon Scarlett."

McGonagall knew that this divination professor was usually a drunkard.

Since she said that alcohol could help her make predictions, she couldn't stop her, after all, this was something Dumbledore had instructed.

After McGonagall finished speaking, she went to the other side of the desk, leaving Moon staring blankly at the two professors.

"Oh, child, don't worry, it's just a simple divination, it won't be harmful in any way."

Trelawney was clearly not used to facing first-year students, and she couldn't help but nervously push up her glasses.

Then she carefully looked at Moon.

"Come, come, sit down, I've prepared a cup of hot tea for you, I think you really need it..."

Perhaps because she had drunk an entire bottle of sherry, Professor Trelawney's speech was a little stuttering.

Moon wasn't sure if the divination would be accurate in this state, and he looked at McGonagall with some doubt.

Noticing that his Head of House also nodded helplessly, Moon had no choice but to walk over and sit in front of the desk.

"This is very good black tea, I think you'll definitely like it."

After Moon sat down, Trelawney picked up a white ceramic cup from the desk.

"Drink it, drink it all, just leave the tea leaves."

Moon glanced at the tea, which had turned from red to black because too many tea leaves had been added.

He frowned and finished it in one gulp before handing the cup back to her.

"Oh, the shape of these tea leaves is so peculiar."

After taking the teacup, Professor Trelawney buried her head in it.

The black frames of her glasses were pressed tightly against the rim of the cup.

"Chaos, disorder.....::, oh, what good standard divination material! It's just that I can't seem to see..."

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Just as Trelawney was about to share the teacup with McGonagall, she saw the other's iron-grey face, and she hurriedly took the teacup back.

"Professor Trelawney, divination should be your forte."

Hearing Professor McGonagall's cold words, Trelawney quickly put the cup in front of her glasses again.

"Oh, yes, that's right, this may represent war, yes, only war can bring chaos."

Hearing Trelawney's intermittent and entirely speculative tone, McGonagall sighed helplessly.

She didn't believe in divination and prophecies much, but since Dumbledore had arranged it, she could only do it helplessly.

"Professor Trelawney, if you can't be sure about the tea leaves, why not try something else?"

Hearing Professor McGonagall's reminder, Trelawney suddenly realized.

"Oh! That's right, thank you, Headmistress, I even brought it."

As she spoke, Trelawney took out a palm-sized crystal ball from her bulging upper pocket.

Seeing the opposite professor's actions, Moon felt that this divination test was becoming more and more absurd.

Moon was very helpless, but he had to continue.

"Come on, child, concentrate and look inside, see what's in the crystal ball."

This time, Moon didn't hesitate at all, he even wanted to end this terrible divination test as soon as possible.

"There's... there are many colors, jumping like flames, and a huge green pattern wriggling non-stop, as if dodging something, oh, and just now something like a shooting star flashed past."

Moon said everything he saw.

"Really? You really saw all that? And you saw it all so quickly?"

After Moon finished speaking, Trelawney seemed to wake up instantly, staring at Moon intently.

"Very few people can clearly describe what's in the crystal ball, is your mind very good?"

The biggest difficulty with using a crystal ball for divination is that the divined person cannot clearly describe the scenes they see.

Because these scenes flash by very quickly, and they are not content that can be easily remembered.

"Professor, is there a problem with my description?"

Moon didn't know what she was trying to say, so he asked curiously.

"No! Very good, I think you should come and study divination."

"Sybill Trelawney! Remember! You have a mission today!"

After Trelawney finished speaking, Professor McGonagall unconsciously raised her voice and shouted.

She knew very well what Trelawney meant by "good mind".

In McGonagall's opinion, Professor Sprout had already taken the lead by recruiting Moon into the Herbology Club in advance, which had made her one step slower.

Now, a third-year elective course professor actually wanted to compete for Moon, which was a bit unreasonable.

"Oh, of course I know, Headmistress McGonagall, I'm just analyzing the contents of the crystal ball."

"There are many colors inside, and fire, which should be war."

"The green and the escaping pattern should be failure, and the shooting star...?"

Trelawney paused here and thought seriously.

"The shooting star should be a very brief turning point, but it's fleeting and probably can't be grasped."

After Trelawney finished speaking, Professor McGonagall's face didn't become any better.

Also noticing this, Trelawney helplessly turned her gaze back to Moon.

“Scar.... Mr. Scarlett, is it? Can I... can I look at your palm?”

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Ten minutes after the divination test ended.

Professor McGonagall appeared in Dumbledore's office.

The furnishings in this room had not changed much.

However, on the long table, Dumbledore had already prepared two cups of hot chocolate, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

“Trelawney said his lifeline is very long, but his destiny line is very vague, is that right?”

After listening to half of Professor McGonagall's account, Dumbledore took a sip of his drink and asked curiously.

“That's right, but I don't think what Trelawney said is very accurate.”

Professor McGonagall's expression was very unnatural when she said this.

She unconsciously began to recall everything that happened in her office at noon today.

“Oh, child, your lifeline is so long, rarely is it this long~”

“And this line of wisdom is also very clear.”

“It's just this line of emotion...

Mune was listening with great interest, but Professor Trelawney suddenly changed the subject.

“Your destiny line is too vague, this... this doesn't look like a human palm at all.”

“Professor Trelawney! Watch your words.”

As soon as Trelawney said this, Professor McGonagall shouted angrily from the side.

“Mr. Scarlett is standing next to you, he is a pure-blooded wizard.”

“Don't be angry, McGonagall...:.. Headmaster McGonagall, I know he is a wizard, but I am also interpreting it according to palmistry.”

Trelawney had observed the palms of many young wizards, but Mune's palm print was definitely very rare.

For this reason, she had to ask for Mune's birthday and began to use constellations to find out why Mune was different.

“So what is Mr. Scarlett's line of emotion like?”

After listening to Professor McGonagall's complete account of what happened at noon today, Dumbledore was also very curious.

“Headmaster~, shouldn't you be more concerned about Mr. Scarlett's destiny line?”

McGonagall rolled her eyes helplessly as she spoke.

The Dumbledore she knew had always been like this, always focusing on these unimportant things.

“Oh, yes, but I think you've already told me a lot of information, which is enough for me to make a judgment.”

During Professor McGonagall's explanation, Dumbledore noticed a high-frequency word mentioned by Trelawney: war.

Regarding this point, Dumbledore had already had some vague guesses last night after seeing Mune's reflection in the Mirror of Erised.

However, Trelawney's divination confirmed his thoughts from another perspective.

“Albus, do you really think that Trelawney's drunken ramblings are true?”

McGonagall didn't know how Dumbledore made his judgment.

She even felt that Trelawney, who had drunk a whole bottle of sherry, had not conducted a strict and formal prophecy divination at all.

Especially since McGonagall clearly remembered that Trelawney was already swaying from side to side in her seat at the time.

If Mune hadn't held her, she might have fallen directly under the desk.

Even so, the professor still firmly grasped Mune's hand to explore why the lifeline was so long?

“Minerva, it's just a bottle of sherry, it's just a sweet wine, the alcohol content is not high, in fact, you should also try it.”

Dumbledore had actually known for a long time that Professor Trelawney had a habit of drinking.

He often saw many empty wine bottles in a room in Hogwarts Castle.

Dumbledore guessed that those should have been put in by Trelawney after she finished drinking.

“Drinking?”

McGonagall first glanced at Dumbledore with surprise, and then said with feigned anger.

“Hogwarts' school rules do not allow me to drink during work hours, this is something that every school employee should keep in mind, Headmaster.”

After McGonagall finished speaking, she intentionally or unintentionally glanced at the cup of hot chocolate prepared by Dumbledore.

“Of course, school rules must be followed, but I think if there is alcohol, it will definitely help Trelawney make the most correct prophecy.”

Dumbledore said, his thoughts drifting back to a long time ago.

“Just like another very famous prophecy she made at the Hog's Head Inn.”

McGonagall naturally knew which prophecy Dumbledore was talking about.

This peculiar divination professor was able to join the job because she made that magical prophecy at the Hog's Head Inn.

But a magical diviner must rely on alcohol to make a correct prophecy, which seemed somewhat incredible to McGonagall.

After all, after studying magic for so many years, McGonagall knew very well that although magic was magical, it was also very rigorous.

However, since Dumbledore said so, McGonagall couldn't refute it.

But McGonagall was actually a little confused as to why Dumbledore would specifically ask Mune to conduct the test.

“Albus, I know that Mr. Scarlett's origin may be a bit peculiar, but he is only eleven years old, and I have already taught him for more than three months, and there is indeed nothing suspicious about him.”

In Professor McGonagall's opinion, if an 11-year-old wizard was really related to that person, it would be impossible for him not to reveal any flaws in three months.

Of course, if there was anything suspicious about Mune.

That is, he studies magic harder than anyone else, which also makes this little lion's learning progress faster than anyone else.

From the beginning when he even had to make up for the basics of Muggles, to now he has surpassed the learning progress of all first-year wizards.

Mune's speed of progress made McGonagall very gratified, and also a little distressed.

She knew how difficult it was for a first-year wizard to do this.

“Don't be nervous, Minerva, actually I don't doubt his origin, I'm just a little interested in his desire, or even his future.”

Dumbledore had always been guessing about Mune's specific origin.

But the Mirror of Erised, Dumbledore had already made some modifications.

He knew that this mirror now showed not only people's desires.

Hearing the headmaster bring the topic back to something completely indescribable, McGonagall could only sigh helplessly.

“Headmaster, if there is nothing else, I will leave, I still have to teach fifth grade in the afternoon.”

Professor McGonagall said a sentence and then left, she didn't touch the drink on the table at all.

But Dumbledore sat in the chair thinking about the problem.

After an unknown amount of time, he reached out and picked up a red berry from the table and walked towards the phoenix Fawkes.

“War, curses, chaos, death... ..., it seems that Mr. Scarlett has experienced a lot, should we help him?”

Looking at the food sent by the white-haired old man in front of him, Fawkes pecked lightly, and after finding that the taste was good, he swallowed it in one bite.

After enjoying the delicious food, Fawkes tilted his head and blinked his eyes, making a crisp cry.

“That's right, Fawkes, maybe we can try to catch that fleeting shooting star.”