Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

At the same time, a similar scene was being played out in another classroom on the top of the North Tower of Hogwarts.

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

She still wears her disproportionately large spectacles, a silky pale blue shawl, a slender neck full of ornate crystal ornaments, and bracelets and rings on her arms and fingers. , and then pick and choose, you can go to Hogsmeade village to set up a street stall, it is very suitable to be a second-order dealer.

At this time, the classroom was filled with the smell of incense, and it was also filled with dim candlelight. The light red flames at the tip of the candle fluttered without wind, entwined with the mist, like a dream.

It fits the atmosphere of divination.

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

Trelawney gathered all the students together, asked them to form a circle around the round table in front of her, and induced the students with a tone like a ghost. The atmosphere in the classroom seemed very scary under her guidance. His hands kept swaying on the crystal ball, as if to touch, but not really touching.

The students tried their best to stick out their heads, trying to show that they were listening very hard.

But honestly, it's still hard to understand.

"I saw clouds," said a student.

"It could be the smoke in the room itself." Professor Trelawney clasped her fingers together and put her hands on her chest, although her rings were bumping, making it difficult for her to fasten them.

She continued, "You have to feel it with your heart. Of course, clouds and mists are also a sight that you often see, which indicates an unpredictable future."

"But you have to observe carefully, clear the fog, and see the most real future."

"And, children, what did you see?" she continued.

"I saw your crystal ball shattered." Luna said in a daze.

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

Placed on the table in front of everyone, the top of the crystal ball held up by a blue silky cloth block, first an undetectable fine line suddenly appeared,

Then the cobweb-like cracks spread like crazy until the whole sphere shattered

Trelawney stared blankly at the situation in front of her, as if completely stunned.

The students did not dare to speak out.

"Cough cough." One student didn't realize anything, and coughed a few times. It might be because the cold weather recently made him catch a cold.

The vibrations caused by the slight cough quickly had a knock-on effect.

Then the crystal ball, which was trying to maintain a spherical shape, collapsed directly, scattered into a pile of shiny fragments, and fell on the cloth, 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, and generally this is a bad omen.

Soon, Professor Trelawney's sluggish nerves realized what terrifying thing had happened in front of her eyes.

"Bad omen!" she said with wide eyes in horror.

Waving her arms, the woman struggled to stand up from the chair: "Hogwarts is about to fall into the flames of war and gunpowder!" Just when she was about to say something, she staggered and planted her head on the ground. On a cold marble floor.

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

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

"What happened to her?" she asked.

"When the professor was doing divination for us, the crystal ball suddenly shattered, she was talking about the war at Hogwarts, and then..."

A Hufflepuff schoolgirl quickly explained.

"Divination often pays some price. The more accurate and important the divination, the more the price will be paid." Compared with other prejudice against divination, Furong showed a considerable understanding of this.

"Let her rest for a while."

As soon as Furong finished speaking, Professor Trelawney stood up from the soft hospital bed.

"I'm going to find McGonagall, and I'm going to tell her that Hogwarts is about to face disaster!"

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

This is self-explanatory.

Trelawney lost the light in her eyes, and seemed to think of the showdown between Voldemort and Dumbledore at the Ministry of Magic.

Voldemort's threatening words resounded in his ears again.

After screaming, he fainted again.

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

But instead of continuing the class, Trelawney went to McGonagall's professor to explain to her the "future she had seen".

"Minerva, the situation is very serious right now."

"Minerva, Hogwarts faces a huge crisis!"

In the first few words, Mag still endured her, listening to her ramble in the office, and then directly refused to communicate with her.

This female professor was talking all day long.

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

"Minerva, there's air in your head, it's unknown..."

"Felius, your face is not as bad as Minerva's, so be careful recently."

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

The initial reminder was accepted as a good intention, but the babbling curse, no matter how it sounds, no matter how well-mannered people are, they won't accept it.

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

"Uh, huh." Slughorn twisted his beard noncommittally.

"There will be a traitor among us." Just as Professor McGonagall was about to put a tablespoon of pudding in his mouth, he was interrupted.

Trelawney said firmly.

"Sybil, if you don't let us eat well, the last disaster we've had is probably indigestion."

Professor McGonagall looked angry.

"The Prophet is doomed to be alone." She mumbled and finally shut up.

"By the way, where's Severus?" McGonagall asked suddenly to the left and right

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

At this time, the person they were talking about, not long after getting rid of the pain, quickly found his student who had helped him just now.

"Although I don't want to go back on my word so quickly."

"But it's all about you, Draco."

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

Malfoy's face couldn't see happiness and anger, but he clenched his fingers tightly, staring at the table full of various utensils in front of him.