Hogwarts Rising Again

Chapter 572 Changes in the Divination Tower

"The divination tower?"

"Magatha was attacked. You must have heard of it. She studied arithmetic and divination. She usually doesn't go to the tower to divination, but she was attacked in the tower that night, and then the book was lost. He hasn’t come back yet. Maybe he was imprisoned somewhere by some black magic, or maybe he’s still somewhere in the divination tower of the school.”

Maureen explained to Mrs. Pince.

Last time he discovered something unusual about Professor Trelawney, Arnock said it was difficult to investigate, but Mrs. Pince now has a reason to find a book, and maybe she will find something.

"Even if Professor Trelawney picks it up, the book should be back!" Mrs. Pince was unequivocal.

"At least ask her if she has seen this book - after all, it is very likely that the book was lost in the Divination Tower." Mo Lin said, "Maybe you can find some clues! For example, it was lost by a student in her class." I picked it up, because the people who enter and exit the tower are all divination students, aren't they?"

"If that's the case, you're right, I'm going to ask her."

Mrs. Pince didn't think much, but left the library in a hurry, apparently going to find Professor Trelawney.

Maureen hurriedly followed Mrs. Pince, and he also wanted to see what happened.With Mrs. Pince present this time, Professor Trelawney would definitely not attack him.

They hurried to the fourth floor and walked along the bridge corridor towards the divination tower.

Mrs. Pince was very angry along the way, and she kept emphasizing that the books borrowed from the library had never happened before, and the magic of the library had been strengthened a lot over the years, and so on. I didn't care about it later.

Mrs. Pince had already reached the divination tower, and walked around the winding staircase, all the way to Professor Trelawney's classroom.

Maureen also struggled to climb the stairs, but he found that the tower seemed to be different from the last time he came.

Someone replaced the glass of the windows of the tower with patterned frosted glass, which prevents light from coming in, and the whole tower becomes darker, as if it doesn't like the sun, and there is a very depressing feeling.

The strangest thing is that when Mo Lin walked all the way here from the corridor on the fourth floor, the paintings on the wall were gone!

Maureen was very familiar with the paintings on the walls of the Divination Tower. Sir Cadogan's portrait used to be here. In the first grade, Maureen still ran around the entire tower relying on these paintings.

But now, all the paintings have been removed, not a single one left!

Maureen was a little astonished. His doubts about Trelawney were getting deeper and deeper, because when he came with Hugo last time, those paintings were still there, and since Maureen was almost caught in the paintings, all the paintings were gone. up.

Mrs. Pince had already walked under the trapdoor, and it was still get out of class time, and many students who came to the divination class were climbing up the stepladder to the divination class classroom in groups.

Professor Trelawney was standing under the stepladder, explaining some prophecy to some students, and those people were looking at her with admiration and awe.

"Good morning, Sybil." Mrs. Pince greeted Professor Trelawney.

Professor Trelawney raised her head, lifted her thick glasses, and greeted in that ethereal voice: "Good morning, Alma, it's rare to see you outside the library—what wind brought you blown here?"

"Oh, that's right." Mrs. Pince said, "The library lost a book of "Ultimate Arithmetic Divination". This has never happened before. I want to ask—"

"Arithmetic divination!"

Professor Trelawney sneered like a frog, interrupting Mrs. Pince: "It's not a big deal to lose such ridiculous books that don't make it to the table—"

Mrs. Pince said displeased: "The books in the school must be respected and cherished. It is a big deal to throw them away—and arithmetic and divination is also an important subject."

"Yes, yes, I respect your opinion - though I don't, quite a bit."

Professor Trelawney's voice dragged on, and the tone was very annoying. She continued: "Then how can I help you?"

Mrs. Pince thought about it and said: "This student said that this book is most likely lost in your tower, so I have to confirm it. It would be best if you can help me find this book—"

She speaks very measuredly, and she will not directly doubt a colleague.

"Student?" Professor Trelawney glanced over Mrs. Pince's shoulder and recognized Maureen, his eyes magnified by thick lenses suddenly burst into anger, "It's you again, a boy who thinks he's blaspheming fate! Make me think think--"

Professor Trelawney suddenly remembered something, and put on her ethereal voice:
"I see, you have been entangled by bad luck. Last week, you had a bad time. You want to come to me to lift the curse of bad luck-I can see the urgency in your eyes. You are in a certain class. There was a huge mistake in the test, and the grade has failed-"

"Oh, thank you for your concern. My homework has always been excellent." Mo Lin said politely.

"It's me, so I dare not be so sure, ignorant boy." Professor Trelawney sneered, "When the hand of fate grabs your shoulder, it's too late for you to break free! Your bad luck will last until this semester End, yes, doom and gloom."

Maureen looked at Professor Trelawney. That night, Professor Trelawney was very weird and almost caught him, but today's Professor Trelawney didn't mention what happened that night, which is really weird.

"So the books in the library may be lost in your tower, I don't know if you have seen it." Mrs. Pince was a little impatient with Professor Trelawney's prediction, "It is rare for books not to come back, we It’s almost the same time at school, so everyone should be aware of this.”

"I didn't see it!" Professor Trelawney waved his hand, "Even if I saw it, I would not touch that ridiculous book. My time is precious, and I would rather spend it on understanding the dawn and hope of the future than Spent in useless—”

"If this is the case, I hope you can help me to pay attention to it. Ask your divination class students. Only they will enter and leave this tower. If they pick it up, they should return it. This is a big deal. You have to help Tell your students not to do wrong things," Mrs. Pince said.

"I believe my students won't do this kind of thing, Erma, they all believe in the supremacy of divination, and everything that has nothing to do with divination will not be taken by them - but I will pay attention to it for you, Although arithmetic divination is unreliable, it still has something remarkable compared to that ridiculous artisan class that blasphemes fate and ignorance to attract people's attention—after all, the students taught by that self-righteous professor are all Cursed by fate—"

Professor Trelawney glanced at Maureen.

Maureen hated the professor's tone, every time he had to criticize other people's courses to nothing, in order to set off how great his own courses were.

He simply said: "I thought the great prophet could use her superb divination skills to figure out who stole the book, but it's a pity—Mrs. Pince, let's go to Professor Victor! Victor Professor Do should be able to use arithmetic divination to figure out where the book went."

Professor Trelawney's expression changed immediately, and she scolded angrily, "What did you just say!"

(End of this chapter)