Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 82: Divination lesson
Malfoy felt a little nervous, he was going to class.
Even in Professor McGonagall's class, he often performed well, but today's class is not as easy as he expected.
Sybil Trelawney, the teacher of Malfoy’s divination class today, a crazy witch, wearing a pair of glasses that can magnify her eyes many times, with many beads and necklaces hanging around her neck, her arms Both hands are also covered with bracelets and bracelets.
Everyone thinks that her prediction is unreasonable and hardly ever hit. This is also true. For example, she made cursing predictions when she was teaching Gryffindor, what kind of flu would come to cause temporary suspension of classes and lose her voice. But in fact, her prediction is extremely accurate. The sentence "Thirteen people eat together, and the first person to stand up after the meal will be the first to die.", cursed Dumbledore, cursed Sirius, cursed death With Lupin, it is not an exaggeration to call it the strongest causal weapon. The predictions of other major events have not failed.
She is the great-great-granddaughter of the Greek priestess Cassandra Trelawney, and the fate of that priestess is equally miserable. There are many predictions that no one has ever believed.
Maybe the people whom God cares about will have unspeakable pain. The Jigong monk in the east seems to be the same. He is talented and the price is to spend the rest of his life in madness.
Malfoy can only hope that she has been in a state of confusion, don't wake up after seeing herself, and then a few words of crow's mouth, that's not fun.
Leaning on the railing at the stairway on the first floor, Malfoy waited for Pansy. She took a morning leave today and only woke up at noon. Malfoy visited her in the ward and found her ruddy complexion. Completely relieved, they agreed to go to a fortune telling class together in the afternoon.
“It seems that boys’ nerves are really big. Our savior is only able to attend the party after a while.” Malfoy began to think about it, thinking about the differences and the ideological differences between men and women. Ability to accept fear.
"Have you waited for a long time?" Pansy walked briskly, pulling Malfoy back to reality from his thoughts, which was beyond Malfoy's expectation, because she would not have asked this sentence. words.
"Of course not, I just arrived." He glanced at the clock and said. "I think we need to go early for the first class. It is said that this road is not very easy."
Pansy nodded, and her attitude became more correct. Not only did she not want to be a drag oil bottle, but she also wanted to help the person she likes as much as possible. The first step should be to correct her attitude towards schoolwork. .
They walked up the stairs all the way up to the eighth floor. This was an unfamiliar platform. There was nothing but a large painting on the stone wall. The picture was a grassland.
Malfoy seemed to be familiar with the road. He took Pansy to a narrow spiral staircase without making any bends. Upstairs should be their fortune-telling classroom. It was very quiet. It looks like there is still some time before class.
The two of them climbed the last few steps and boarded a small platform, but there was no door.
"Draco, look." Pansy said, tugging at Malfoy's sleeve. The other hand pointed to the ceiling. There was a round trapdoor with a bronze medal on it that said "Sibir Trelawney, divination teacher." While Pansy was still thinking about how to get in, the trapdoor suddenly opened and a silver ladder was placed in front of them. Pansy took a step back. Was a little startled.
Malfoy had been mentally prepared for a while, "Let's go." He turned around and said to Pansy, "A little scared, just follow me."
It's strange to say that this ladder automatically retracted after the two of them ran out, waiting for the next wave of students to arrive.
Pansy looked around, feeling that this is not a classroom at all, at most it is a mixture of attic and old-fashioned teahouse. At least twenty small round tables are crowded in this classroom. Around each table are armchairs made of Indian calico and small bulging cushions. Everything was illuminated by a dim scarlet light; the curtains were closed, and many lamps were covered with crimson shades. The classroom was so warm and depressing, the fireplace was full, and a large copper kettle was burning on the fire, so the flame gave off a dull, greasy fragrance, which made her sleepy again. She yawned, and the small voice was particularly noticeable in the quiet room. Malfoy glanced at her and said, "If you are tired, take a rest. There is nothing good about her class."
Pansy's face was stained with a layer of red for this yawn.
Then Pansy and Malfoy both found a back seat and sat down. Looking around, there were only a few people in the classroom. The other students should be still on the way, and the professor did not show up.
After a while, the other students were sweating profusely and filed in through the trapdoor below. In terms of time, they should all be late. Malfoy looked at it and found no acquaintances. I don't know if his two followers didn't take this course or just lost in a certain trail in Hogwarts Castle.
There was a voice suddenly in the shadow, the kind of soft and fuzzy voice.
"Welcome," the voice said, "It is great to see you in the tangible world at last."
This is Professor Trelawney’s voice, and then she walked out of the shadows. The darker surroundings and the brightly lit her created a great contrast, making the Slytherin students dizzy. .
was a common topic. She first emphasized the importance of talent for the divination class, and then ordered a few unfortunate things to make predictions. Even if it was her madness, her predictions were often fulfilled. Yes, as for the occasional awake time, it will be hit in every case.
"You, there will be a disaster of blood and light tomorrow. I think this bracelet can help you escape, and you can return it to me in the next class." She generously lent one of her bracelets to a student.
The student was a little entangled in acceptance. His expression was a bit disgusting and fearful. For a boy, this bracelet was still too feminine, but in the end fear prevailed.
As for other things, "You will have a bad fortune next week and you need to wear a blue headscarf." and "You will inevitably offend someone you like" and so on. It's all thoughtless and unfounded words.
These words, like prophecies and psychological hints, reminded him of a movie he had seen in his previous life-The Matrix.
The prophet said to Neo: "Don't worry about that vase." As a result, Neo turned around and broke the vase.
These words of Professor are similar to the prophet in a sense.
"Perfect tea shape, child, you will be lucky, but you need to stay away from the person closest to you, otherwise it may be dangerous, um, maybe." Professor Trelawney passed by Pan Next to Xi’s small round stool, she took a look at her tea, and gave her first approval today. The female professor’s blurred eyes gradually became focus, as if she had seen some precious treasure. It seemed that the female student was very Get her heart.
"Your aura is very strong, dear, you are very suitable for such a course in divination." Trelawney said kindly, her eyes widened under her glasses, and there was a hint of nothingness on her mouth. Smiling makes her even more elusive.
Pansy did not show the complacency and joy that she expected to be praised. Instead, she had a faint cloud on her delicate little face, and her slender eyebrows were slightly wrinkled. In the past, she might still be complacent about such praise. , But the nightmare she had not so long ago made her unhappy, and Pansy looked at Malfoy with some worry.
"Say I have a halo, doesn't that mean that I might predict it accurately, what about Draco?" Pansy couldn't help thinking of the dream, and she couldn't help but shudder again, and the little sweat dripped from it. Her forehead gradually appeared, and her palms gradually became cold.
Suddenly, a warm hand took her arm and calmed her down.
"Remember the dementors again?" Malfoy saw that Pansy looked like he was disturbed by the dementors on the train, he couldn't help but asked with concern, and at the same time stretched out to hold her Cold palms.
"Oh, boy, you will cause a mess." Professor Trelawney turned to look into Malfoy's teacup, and could not help but utterly comforted him: "My dear, you have to be careful, your head There is a layer of darkness over it, so I can’t see clearly, but I know it won’t be a symbol of luck."
"Well, that's not right." Professor Trelawney looked at him carefully, and her dim eyes gradually cleared, "It was dark." She said solemnly, completely different from the tone just now.
"It's hard to tell." Professor Trelawney held her forehead in pain, as if she had encountered a great problem. Malfoy clearly saw the change in her personality, but even She was sober, still unable to see through his own future.
"This should be a good thing, right." Malfoy thought, really afraid of the blood and light coming out of her mouth, life-threatening things, etc. On the contrary, it is more accurate to make a big mess, and soon he will "make a big news" out.
"Huh? Will I be stupefied? Sorry." The crazy personality seemed to have returned to her. She straightened the crooked ornaments on her head, and continued to the other students' seats in a trance. Going up, it seemed that I had forgotten the prediction he had just made.
"It's darkness, there is no prediction, isn't that what I need?" The existing trajectory to change the original fate is his current desire, and neither the Death Eater nor the Dark Lord is attractive to him.
"Draco, are you okay?" Pansy looked at Malfoy in a daze, couldn't help but asked aloud, and shook her hand in front of him~IndoMTL.com~ But she knew his character He wouldn't be frightened by these predictions. As for what he was thinking, she didn't know.
"It's nothing, I'm thinking about how to cause a big mess." Malfoy joked seemingly casually, and then continued: "It seems that you have a good talent for divination. How about you are interested in becoming a fortune teller? Right?"
As soon as 's voice fell, I saw Pansy shook his head in disgust, and refused: "I understand why Muggles hate wizards. They always report prejudice to things they don't understand, and so do I." This is part of the reason, but the deeper reason Pansy is reluctant to say more. If she can really see the future but is unable to change, wouldn't it be more uncomfortable?
She doesn't want to be a fortune-teller who is as savvy as the female professor in front of her.
Malfoy was amazed by what she said. The little girl who only knew that the girl who had fun had some different opinions, which was beyond his expectation.
"Then I won’t use it for the next class. Choose something more interesting, such as ancient magic text? This class is very good for a deep understanding of magic." Malfoy made his suggestion, but it was very Almost feeling a little self-confident and boring, Malfoy didn't think she would be interested in it.
"Okay." Pansy nodded willingly, which surprised Malfoy.
"You don't like this kind of courses?" Malfoy asked curiously.
"People change." Pansy said faintly, staring at the tea dregs on the table.