Harry Potter: I'm the Rolling King at Hogwarts

Chapter 115 Trelawney’s Divination Lesson

Albert was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say. He didn't expect you to be such a Dumbledore. He must have taken advantage of Gryffindor in advance, causing most of the Gryffindor students to be naive now.

"Okay, the fault is not yours. Even if Fudge finds some evidence later, he won't do anything to you. I think you should go back and rest now. Didn't you say in the Daily Prophet that you go to bed early and get up early to maintain efficiency in class? ?" Dumbledore issued an eviction order.

Albert exited the principal's office, this time thanks to Dumbledore. Without his help, Albert would have really been able to get a ticket to Azkaban.

With titles such as President of the International Federation of Wizards, Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot, and a member of the Order of Merlin, Dumbledore has a strong voice in the wizarding world. Even the Minister of Magic must listen to his opinions.

The dementor outside the window flashed away, noticing Albert's gaze. The dementor quickly moved away from Hogwarts Castle. It seemed that their race had a deep resentment towards Albert.

But Albert doesn't particularly care. They are just little Dementors and pose no threat to him. They are just pawns of the Ministry of Magic. As long as he and the Ministry of Magic have no irreconcilable conflicts...

Just kidding, he has always been a good and law-abiding citizen, how could he have irreconcilable conflicts with the Ministry of Magic?

Nick, who was completely headless, met Albert. As a ghost, he now took a nap. He had just participated in the activities of the Headless Hunters and was now very sleepy.

"Good night, Albert. Ah——"

"Good night, headless Nick."

Seeing Nick dozing off, for some reason, sleepiness gradually came over him. Albert quickened his pace and was about to walk back to the dormitory. He now missed the bed he had been away from for a long time.

On September nights, the escaping water vapor from the Black Lake blew into the Hogwarts castle, bringing coolness and moisture at night to the sleeping students.

The next morning, Albert and Hermione walked into the Divination classroom together.

Starting from this semester, there is only one time turner, and Albert must act with Hermione a lot of the time.

Albert wanted to complain. Where was Trelawney's divination class? It had to be in an attic?

There are many empty classrooms in Hogwarts, so what on earth would attract Trelawny to an attic.

When almost all the people who were going to class gathered under the attic, the trap door finally opened, and a silver ladder was lowered from it.

Albert and Hermione came to a place that looked like a teahouse. There were at least twenty small round tables crowded in, surrounded by calico armchairs and bulging little futons.

Everything in the room was illuminated by a hazy red light, the curtains were drawn tightly, and many lamps were covered with large crimson scarves.

The heat here was stifling, and a fire burned blazingly under the well-arranged mantelpiece, with a large copper teapot placed on it, emitting a strong, nauseating aroma.

Along the circular wall were shelves crowded with dirty quills, candle stubs, many battered playing cards, innumerable silver crystal balls, and a great heap of teacups.

Many of them are props used in divination, but they are arranged in a chaotic manner, giving people the feeling of entering a storage room.

Albert and Hermione found an empty spot to stand. They had no choice but to leave. There was not much free space. Harry and Ron followed closely behind.

The classroom was too stuffy. The students were all present, but the professor had not yet appeared, so they all started whispering.

"Why hasn't the professor come yet?" A Gryffindor boy fanned himself with a copy of "Parting Through the Mist and Seeing the Future". Apparently he couldn't bear the heat.

"I heard that Professor Trelawney predicts the death of a student every year, but none of them come true. Guess who it will be this year?"

Lavender Brown, a Gryffindor girl, doesn't mind watching the excitement.

At this time, a voice suddenly sounded from the shadows, a soft and unclear voice.

"Welcome," said the voice, "it is great to finally meet you in the physical world."

Trelawney walked out of the shadows, Lavender Brown's previous words, the sudden appearance, and the nagging voice immediately created a sense of mystery.

This made the students in class hold their breath and stare at her motionless.

Albert had something on his mind.

He remembered clearly that the original novel described her as resembling a large insect. He didn't believe it at first, but now that he saw the real person, he believed it.

Tall and thin, like an arthropod, wearing a pair of large-framed glasses, like the compound eyes of an insect, and wearing a thin, transparent, metallic shawl, more like the carapace of an insect.

And when she talks, she unconsciously likes to raise her hands and make some strange movements, more like a big beetle.

For some reason, Albert felt that she looked like the centipede spirit in Calabash Baby. Although it was a bit rude, it was true.

"Sit down, my children, sit down," she said, and the students climbed uneasily into armchairs or sank down on futons, and Albert sat four around a table.

"Welcome to Divination," said Professor Trelawney, sitting in an easy chair in front of the fire, "I am Professor Trelawney. You have probably never met me before. I find that often Descending into the clutter and noise of campus life would cloud my celestial vision."

After hearing this strange talk, no one said anything.Albert seriously suspected that it was due to her laziness. Throughout the Harry Potter books, not all of the correct predictions she made were in this small attic.

But as a homebody, she always has a thousand reasons to stay at home.Albert didn't like this hot and small classroom, but for the task reward, he endured it.

Professor Trelawney adjusted her shawl elegantly and continued: "So, you have taken the Divination class, which is the most profound of all magical arts. I must say it up front, if you have not Insight, I can't do anything about. In this field, books can only teach you so much..."

What she said was within Albert's expectation. Magic itself is enough metaphysics, and divination and prophecy are the metaphysics within metaphysics.

This class is very talented. It can even be said that talent determines everything a person does in the divination class.

Without talent, divination textbooks can only be used to popularize science and cannot allow a person without any talent to make successful predictions.

There are very few people with the talent of divination, and there are only one or two people in the huge magic world.

The purpose of this divination class is not only to discover the divination talents that may exist among students, but also to popularize science.

The same is true for the students who choose this course. Some of them are hopeful and feel that they are one-of-a-kind divination wizards;

They are people who don’t know which elective course to choose, so they choose a divination course to fill their numbers.

There is also a third type, those who are preparing to obtain 12 certificates in the OLS exam to enrich their resume.

And Albert is neither.