Chapter 82: Chapter 82: "Entering the World of Divination: A Lesson in Curiosity and Skepticism"
Draco felt a little nervous as he headed to class. Even in Professor McGonagall's class, he often did well, but today's class might not be as easy as he expected.
His divination teacher for the day was Sybil Trelawney, a crazy witch who wore glasses that magnified her eyes many times, had many beads and necklaces hanging around her neck, and her arms and hands were full of bracelets and bangles. Ordinary people think that her predictions are unreasonable and hardly ever come true. This is also true. For example, she made some curse predictions when teaching Gryffindor, like what kind of flu would come to cause a temporary suspension of classes and lose her voice. But in fact, her predictions are extremely accurate. The sentence "Thirteen people eating together, and the first person to stand up after the meal will be the first to die" cursed Dumbledore, Sirius, and death with Lupin. It is not an exaggeration to call it the strongest causal weapon. Other major event predictions have not failed.
She is the great-great-granddaughter of the Greek priestess Cassandra Trelawney, whose fate was equally miserable with many predictions that no one believed. Perhaps those whom God cares for will have unspeakable pain, and the Eastern Jigong monk seems to be the same. He is gifted and pays the rest of his life in madness.
Draco can only hope that she stays in a state of confusion and doesn't wake up to see herself and then speak a few words of crow's mouth. It wouldn't be fun.
Leaning on the railing at the top of the first floor, Draco waited for Pansy. She took a morning leave today and only woke up at noon. Draco visited her in the ward and was relieved to find her with a rosy complexion, so they arranged to go to divination class together in the afternoon.
"It seems that boys have big nerves. Our savior is only able to attend the party after a while," Draco thought, considering the differences in thought between men and women and their ability to accept fear.
"Have you been waiting for a long time?" Pansy asked briskly, pulling Draco back to reality from his thoughts, which was beyond Draco's expectations because she wouldn't normally ask this question.
"Of course not, I just arrived," he glanced at the clock and said. "I think we should arrive early for the first class. I heard that this road isn't easy."
Pansy nodded and her attitude became more correct. Not only did she not want to be a burden, she also wanted to help the person she likes as much as she can. The first step should be to correct her attitude towards schoolwork.
They walked up the stairs all the way to the eighth floor. This was an unfamiliar platform with nothing but a large painting on the stone wall. The picture was of a grassland.
Draco seemed to be familiar with the road and led Pansy to a narrow spiral staircase without making any turns. The classroom for their divination class should be upstairs. It was very quiet and it seemed like there was still some time before class.
The two of them climbed the last few steps and arrived at a small platform, but there was no door.
"Draco, look," Pansy said, tugging on Draco's sleeve and pointing to the ceiling with her other hand. There was a round trapdoor on it with a bronze plaque that read "Sybil 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 stepped back in surprise.
But Draco had been mentally prepared. "Let's go," he said to Pansy. "I'm a little scared, just follow me."
Strangely enough, after the two of them used it, the ladder automatically retracted, waiting for the next wave of students to arrive.
Pansy looked around and felt that this wasn't a classroom at all, at most it was a mixture of an attic and an old-fashioned teahouse. There were at least twenty small round tables crowded into the room. Around each table were 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 that it was depressing. The fireplace was full and a large copper kettle was burning on the fire, filling the room with a dull and greasy fragrance that made Pansy feel sleepy again. She yawned and her small voice was especially noticeable in the quiet room. Draco glanced at her and said, "If you're tired, take a rest. There's nothing good about her class."
Pansy's face turned red with this yawn.
Then Pansy and Draco both found a back seat and sat down. Looking around, there were only a few people in the classroom. The other students should be on their way and the professor hadn't shown up yet.
After a while, the other students filed in sweating profusely through the trapdoor below. In terms of time, they should all be late. Draco looked around and saw no acquaintances. He didn't know if his two followers didn't take this course or if they were lost in a certain trail in Hogwarts Castle.
Suddenly there was a voice in the shadows, a soft and fuzzy voice.
"Welcome," said the voice. "It is great to see you in the tangible world at last."
This was Professor Trelawney's voice and then she walked out of the shadows. The contrast between the darker surroundings and the brightly lit her made the Slytherin students dizzy.
After that, it 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 in her crazy state, the predictions she made often came true. As for the occasional times when she was awake, they were full of hits.
"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 torn about accepting it, his expression was a mix of disgust and fear. For a boy, the bracelet was too feminine, but in the end, fear won out.
As for other things like "Your fortune will be bad next week and you need to wear a blue headscarf." and "You will inevitably offend the person you like," there were too many to count. They were all thoughtless and unfounded words.
These words, like prophecies and psychological hints, reminded Draco 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 from the female professor were similar to the Prophet in a sense.
"Perfect tea shape, child. You will be lucky, but you need to stay away from the person you are closest to now, otherwise it may be dangerous. Um, maybe." Professor Trelawney passed by Pansy's little round stool and glanced at her tea, giving her the first approval of the day. The female professor's blurry eyes gradually focused, as if she had seen some precious treasure. It seemed that the girl student liked her very much.
"Your aura is very strong, dear. You are very suited for this divination course." Trelawney said kindly, her eyes wide under her glasses and a faint smile on the corner of her mouth. She was even more elusive.
Pansy didn't show the triumph and joy that she had expected at being praised. Instead, a faint cloud covered her delicate little face and her slender eyebrows were slightly wrinkled. In the past, she might have still been complacent about such praise, but the nightmare she had recently had made her unhappy. Pansy gave Draco a worried look.
"Speaking of my aura, doesn't it mean that I might have predicted it accurately? What about Draco?" Pansy couldn't help thinking about her dream and shuddered at the memory, sweat dripping from her forehead. The time was passing and her palms were growing cold.
Suddenly, a warm hand took her arm and calmed her down.
"Remembering the dementors again?" Draco noticed Pansy's disturbed state and asked with concern, taking her cold hand in his own.
"Oh, my dear boy, you will cause a mess." Professor Trelawney turned to look into Draco's teacup and comforted him. "You have to be careful. There is a layer of darkness covering your head, which makes it hard for me to see, but I know it is not a symbol of luck."
"Well, that's not right." Professor Trelawney looked at him carefully and her dim eyes began to clear. "It's darkness." She said solemnly, her tone completely different from before.
"It's hard to tell." Professor Trelawney held her forehead in pain, as if she had encountered a great problem. Draco saw the change in her personality, but even in a sober state, she was still unable to see through his future.
"This should be a good thing," Draco thought, relieved to avoid any mention of bloody disasters or life-threatening prophecies. Instead, it seemed more likely that he would "cause a big news" with a mess.
"Huh? Will I be stupefied? Sorry." Professor Trelawney's crazy personality seemed to return as she straightened the crooked ornaments on her head and walked in a trance to the seats of other students, as if she had forgotten the prediction she had just made.
"Darkness, no prediction. Isn't that what I need?" Draco thought. Changing the trajectory of his fate was his current desire. Neither the Death Eaters nor the Dark Lord were attractive to him.
"Draco, are you okay?" Pansy looked at Draco in a daze and couldn't help asking. She shook her hand in front of him, but she knew that his character wouldn't be affected by these predictions. She was worried about what he was thinking, but didn't know for sure.
"Nothing, I'm just thinking about how to cause a big mess." Draco joked, seemingly casually. "It looks like you have a good talent for divination. How about it, are you interested in becoming a fortune teller?"
As soon as the words left his mouth, Pansy shook her head with disgust and refused. "I understand why Muggles hate wizards. They always report prejudice against things they don't understand, and so do I." That was part of the reason, but Pansy was unwilling to say more. If she could really see the future but was unable to change it, wouldn't it be more uncomfortable? She didn't want to be a fortune-telling master like the female professor in front of her.
Draco was amazed by what she said. The little girl who used to just have fun now had different opinions, which surprised him.
"Then I won't choose it for the next class. We can choose something more interesting, like ancient magic writing. This class is very good for gaining a deep understanding of magic." Draco offered his suggestion, but soon felt a little self-conscious. He didn't think Pansy would be interested in it.
"Okay," Pansy nodded happily, surprising Draco.
"Don't you like this type of course?" Draco asked curiously.
"People change," Pansy said faintly, staring at the tea dregs on the table.
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