Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 399: The Omen

At the same time, a similar scene was staged in another classroom on the top of the North Tower at Hogwarts.

The divination classroom looked hazy in the light of layers of milky white clouds, and Professor Trelawney was in class.

She still wears her extremely disproportionately large glasses, a silky light blue shawl, and her slender neck is covered with gorgeous crystal ornaments, and her arms and fingers are also covered. With bracelets and rings, you can go to Hogsmeade Village to set up a street stall. It’s a good deal to be a second-door dealer.

The classroom was filled with the smell of incense at this time, and it was also filled with dim candlelight. The light red flames of the candle's tip were dancing without wind, entangled with the fog, like a dream.

It fits the atmosphere of divination very well.

"Come on, you now start to observe, looking at this crystal ball, what do you see?"

Trilawney gathered all the students together and asked them to form a circle around the round table in front of her, inducing the students with a tone of pretense, and the atmosphere in the classroom looked terrifying under her guidance. , Her hand kept swaying on the crystal ball, seeming to be touching, but not really touching.

The students stretched their heads as hard as they could, trying to show that they were working hard to attend the class.

But to be honest, it's still hard to understand.

"I saw the clouds." A student said.

"That might be the smoke in the room itself." Professor Trelawney clasped her fingers and put her hands on her chest, although her rings collided, making it difficult for her to clasp.

She went on to say, "You have to feel it with your heart. Of course, clouds and mists are also a scene you see from time to time, which indicates an unpredictable future."

"But you have to observe with your heart, remove that layer of fog, and see the truest future."

"What else, kids, what do you see?" she asked again.

"I saw your crystal ball shattered." Luna said dazedly.

"No, it won't. My crystal ball is..." Professor Trelawney was patiently explaining the material and function of her crystal ball, and then suddenly heard a crisp sound.

Placed on the table in front of everyone, on the top of the crystal ball held up with a blue silky cloth, first an insignificant fine line appeared suddenly, and then a spider web-like crack spread madly until the whole Sphere fragmentation

Trilawney stared at the situation in front of her stupidly, seeming to be completely stunned.

Students don't dare to speak out.

"Cough cough." A student didn't realize anything and coughed a few times. It may be that the recent cold weather caused him to catch a cold.

The vibration caused by the slight coughing sound quickly had a chain reaction.

Then the crystal ball that managed to maintain a spherical shape collapsed directly, scattered into a bunch of shiny fragments, and fell on the cloth strip, peacefully announcing its end of life.

Even students who have never studied divination know that a broken crystal ball used for divination is definitely not a good sign. Generally, this is a bad omen.

Soon, Professor Trelawney's slow nerves realized what terrible things had happened before her eyes.

"Bad omen!" She opened her eyes wide and said in horror.

The woman was waving her arms and struggling to get up from the chair: "Hogwarts is about to fall into the flames of war and gunpowder!" Just when she wanted to say something, she suddenly shook her head. Planted on the cold marble floor.

"I think we should send her to the infirmary first." Luna said helplessly while supporting Professor Trelawney's arm with one hand.

Then the group of students carried her to the infirmary in a hurry, and Furong arranged a free bed for her

"What's wrong with her?" she asked.

"When the professor was making divination for us, suddenly the crystal ball broke. She muttered that Hogwarts was about to usher in the flames of war, and then..."

A Hufflepuff schoolgirl quickly explained.

"Divination often pays some price. The more precise and important the divination, the more costly it will be." Compared with other prejudices on divination, Furong showed a considerable understanding of this.

"Let her rest for a while."

As soon as Furong's voice fell, Professor Trelawney stood up from the soft hospital bed.

"I'm looking for McGonagall, I want to tell her that Hogwarts is about to face disaster!"

"As long as the mysterious man wants to expand his power, Hogwarts will be spotted sooner or later." Fleur said suddenly.

This is self-explanatory.

Trilawney lost her glamour in her eyes, and she seemed to think of Voldemort's matchup with Dumbledore at the Ministry of Magic.

Voldemort's vicious threatening words resounded in his ears again.

After screaming, he fainted again.

The teacher who followed seemed very abnormal. After a simple examination, Furong said that there was nothing serious, so she was discharged from the hospital. The suggestion is to take more rest.

But Trelawney did not continue the class. Instead, she found McGonagall's professor and explained to her that she had "seeed the future."

"Minerva, the situation is very serious now."

"Minerva, Hogwarts is facing a huge crisis!"

In the first few sentences, McGonagall still tolerated her, listening to her chatter in the office, and refused to communicate with her directly afterwards.

This female professor talks about her all day long.

At lunch, in the teacher's seat in the auditorium, she was far away from Professor McGonagall and Flitwick.

"Minerva, there is a breath in your head, that is unknown..."

"Felius, it is unknown whether your face is not inferior to Minerva, please pay more attention recently."

"Oh, I see." Flitwick, who has always been kind, said impatiently.

The initial reminder was accepted as a kindness, but the curse of babbling, no matter how good it sounds, would not accept it.

"Mr. Slughorn, you are lucky and you will be safe in the future." Trelawney raised her hand, and sat down beside him unceremoniously.

"Uh, hehe." Slughorn twisted his beard, noncommittal.

"There will be a traitor among us." Professor McGonagall was interrupted when he was about to put a tablespoon of pudding into his mouth.

Terry Lawney said eloquently.

"Sybil, if you don't let us eat well, the most recent disaster we have encountered is indigestion~IndoMTL.com~Professor McGonagall is full of anger.

"The prophet is destined to be alone." She muttered and finally shut up.

"By the way, where is Severus?" McGonagall suddenly asked the left and right

"I don't know where, he seems a little uncomfortable."

At this time, the person they were talking about got rid of the pain and quickly found his student who had just helped.

"Although I don't want to break my promise so quickly."

"But it still has to do with you, Draco."

"Your father is unlucky. He seems to have lost something important to the Dark Lord." Snape said gloomily, his dark eyes staring at his student closely.

Malfoy's face can't see the happiness and anger, just clenched his fingers, staring at the table full of various utensils in a daze.