Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 199 Cohen is the prophecy maker!

"But you have three classes at nine o'clock!" Ron said incredulously. "I know you're brilliant, but no one can be in three classrooms at the same time - wait, why are you studying Muggle Studies?"

"Don't be silly, I can't be in three classrooms at once," Hermione said curtly. "I chose Muggle Studies because it's fascinating to see things from a wizard's perspective."

"She must be crazy." Ron shook his head.

Cohen didn't have the chance to ask Hermione to borrow the time turner because Hermione hurriedly left the hall after finishing breakfast. Ron bet that she was going to attend class early.

A moment later, Hagrid arrived in the Great Hall, wearing a long moleskin coat and dangling a dead polecat.

"I have my first class this afternoon!" Hagrid stopped as he passed the Gryffindor table and said excitedly to Cohen and the other two, "You can come after lunch! I got up at five in the morning and prepared everything - I hope the class goes well... I'm a teacher..."

Hagrid happily continued walking towards the staff table, swinging the dead polecat like an electric fan.

"Do you know what Hagrid's going to prepare for us in first period?" said Ron worriedly.

"I hope it's not a dangerous creature..." Harry thought of the Chimera he saw in Cohen's box during the summer vacation, "especially one that looks like a mixture of different behemoths..."

"That lion is always a bit stupid. It just wants to play with you." Cohen explained to Harry, "At least the goat can control it every time-"

"What lions and goats?" Ron asked curiously. "What did you raise, Cohen?"

"A Chimera," said Cohen. "If you want to see it, I can take you inside the box after class this afternoon. I also want to explain to Hagrid about the unicorn in the forest—he doesn't seem to realize I took it away."

It may also be that the excitement of becoming a professor made Hagrid forget about this matter - Cohen thought that Hagrid would come to him at the beginning of the school year to ask him why he took all the unicorns in the Forbidden Forest away.

"Chimera?!" Ron's eyes widened.

"Keep your voice down!" Coin said. "If I end up in Azkaban because of what you've said, I'll definitely drag you down with me."

"Hagrid would be delighted to see it," said Harry. "He loves dangerous animals best... but I hope he doesn't ask you to borrow a Chimera as a teaching animal..."

After leaving the auditorium, they had to rush to the divination classroom as soon as possible.

Trelawney's classroom was in the North Tower. Neither Harry nor Ron had ever been here. Coin had been here once last year, but they still didn't know most of the ways here.

Because of Cohen's presence, they didn't encounter any ghosts to help them find the way along the way.

After climbing many floors following a crazy dwarf knight named "Sir Cadogan", they finally arrived at the downstairs of the Divination classroom and climbed up to the attic-like classroom via an automatically retractable silver ladder.

There were little round tables, chintz armchairs, and bulging little futons crammed together, and the whole room was filled with a hazy, reddish light.

"It looks so superstitious..." Cohen clicked his tongue.

Most of the students had already arrived and were seated at a round table with Hermione, who was currently quite interested in the class.

"Welcome!" said Professor Trelawney in a soft, muffled voice from the shadows. "It's so good to finally see you in the material world."

"The material world?" Hermione frowned.

"Welcome to Divination class." Professor Trelawney sat by the fire, the smoke shrouding her, making her look quite similar to the witches in the dense forest. "I am Professor Trelawney. You may not have seen me before. I find that often being involved in the chaos and noise of campus life has blurred my third eye."

Then she adjusted her shawl gracefully.

"So, you've chosen Divination, the most profound of all magical arts. I must warn you, if you lack insight, I'm powerless. In this area, books can only teach you so much..."

"It means this course depends mainly on talent," Cohen said to the stunned Hermione. "If a course depends only on talent and cannot be learned, it wouldn't be a course!" Hermione whispered to Cohen.

"Many wizards, though they are gifted with the sounds of ping-pong, the various smells, and the sudden disappearance of the realm, are unable to penetrate the mysteries of the future..."

After Trelawney made a series of predictions about the course, he began to make "predictions" about almost every student in the class from time to time.

Such as "something will happen to Neville's grandmother", "Parvati should be careful of red-haired men", "I will lose my voice in February", "a student will leave here forever around Easter", "Lavender's biggest fear will happen on October 16th"...

as well as……

"you……"

Trelawney leaned forward to face Coin with her large, glittering eyes behind her thick glasses and said to him sadly and pessimistically:

"Sadness and regret are hovering over your head. I see that something you hoped for has failed..."

"Like?" Cohen asked.

"Oh, the future is unpredictable..." Trelawney walked away like a ghost.

"'Oh, the future is unpredictable,'" Hermione's imitation of Trelawney whispered to Coin. "I think she's just playing tricks, Coin. Don't believe her."

"indeed."

Cohen said.

Trelawney could only make correct predictions when he looked like he was possessed by a ghost. Cohen certainly wouldn't believe his normal predictions.

Rather than believe this, you might as well touch the crystal ball yourself...

Cohen shifted his focus to a crystal ball on their table, which was covered by a square of cloth.

While Trelawney was going around making terrible predictions to the students, Cohen began to fiddle with the crystal ball randomly - Cohen had tried it from time to time at home before, but he had never been able to make the prophetic scene appear in the crystal ball again.

But this time it was different—

Cohen simply touched it, and the smoke inside the crystal ball began to spin rapidly, as if a large hand was stirring it—finally, the smoke was squeezed to the edge, and a dark, somewhat creepy scene appeared in the center of the crystal ball.

A dirty, messy-haired, skinny man was being pinned to a chair by a Dementor. The Dementor took off its hood, revealing the "Dementor's mouth" underneath.

Sirius had his soul sucked away by Dementors?

This is the future?! I was planning to save him—things shouldn't be turning out this way...

Cohen carefully distinguished the surrounding scene, the Eagle Claw Table in the background, the many blurry portraits on the wall... It looked like the headmaster's office, but Dumbledore was not there. There was a fat man several meters away from Sirius and the Dementors -

Is it Fudge?
"Cohen? What are you looking at?" Harry turned his head and found Cohen staring at the inside of the crystal ball.

"future."

Cohen raised his head.

"No, can't you see what's inside the ball?"

(End of this chapter)