Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 324 The Other Side

The ball formed by the tea dregs was constantly shaking with Professor Trelawney's trembling left hand in the teacup.

Immediately she realized that her eyes, which had been magnified by the glasses, were even more bulging and bloodshot.

"What's your name?" Professor Trelawney screamed at the top of his lungs.

It was some brave little wizards who had stood up and saw the ball of tea dregs shaking in the teacup.

They let out long breaths and stared at the MacGuffin in disbelief.

"What's the matter, what's in the McGuffin's teacup?" Ron asked Harry bluffing 'softly'.

McGuffin had no idea what was going on.

He just used his own magic power according to what Professor Trelawney said, and endowed it in the tea. When he drank it and shook it, he didn't draw his own future as she said, but drew in his mind the picture he had seen in the magic ceremony of the centaur.

He wanted to see what Professor Trelawney could see.

He was the one who deliberately attracted the professor's attention just now, and everything went well.

But, she, what expressions do they have...

Professor Trelawney placed the teacup heavily on the table.

Everyone gasped and saw the tea dregs rolling around.

"What's your name?" she asked again.

"McGuffin Albert, he's Albert..."

Lavender Brown yelled hastily behind.

Trelawney studied the MacGuffin with those huge eyes.

She stood in front of the MacGuffin, looking visibly annoyed.

"McGuffin, is that right? I've seen many wizards from the future and the past, but none of them have your worldly mind... Child, you must respect this magical art. Tea divination does not allow you to joke like this..."

"Professor, I swear, I never transformed with a spell just now..."

Seeing Trelawney's extremely suspicious 'big eyes', McGuffin hurriedly defended.

"Really... If you don't believe me, I can do it again in front of you, try it..."

"Son, I have to say, it's impossible to prove that the same fate won't happen..."

Before Professor Trelawney finished speaking, she saw McGuffin rushing to the side and pouring tea into the teacup with the teapot, then drank it in one gulp, turned it around, and buckled back, finishing all this smoothly and quickly.

Finally, he showed the tea dregs in front of her...

The ball formed by the tea dregs rolled around, as if mocking people who didn't believe what happened.

"This this……"

Professor Trelawney seemed to have bitten off her tongue, unable to make a sound.

She staggered back to an empty small round table, sat down, panting for breath.

"Okay, I think today's class will end here!"

Professor Trelawney, half a day later, announced in a hoarse voice, "Please pack your things..."

"By the way, McGuffin Albert, you stay!"

All the little wizards cast furtive glances at him when they passed by the MacGuffin.

Want to find out what happened.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione were staring at the MacGuffin and the Professor with great concern, and they were gesticulating - saying they were waiting for the MacGuffin outside.

After everyone was gone, the trapdoor creaked—bang—closed again.

There were only McGuffin and Professor Trelawney in the room.

They were silent with each other.

However, when McGuffin carefully looked at Professor Trelawney, she found that her expression had changed a lot & well...how should I put it?

Although he still wears those ridiculous big glasses, his eyes and expression are completely different from the pretending look just now.

Gives the MacGuffin a whole different kind of oppression entirely.

Trelawney fixed her eyes on the McGuffin, and finally took out her wand and waved vigorously, all the curtains were pulled open with a snap.

The light outside dispelled the drowsy and sleepy atmosphere in the classroom.

The scenery outside the window is as usual.

Under the overcast clouds, the singing owl flapped its wings and flew over. The farthest part was black and scorched. The trees in the Forbidden Forest swayed with the wind, and the black lake was filled with waves.

There was a long silence.

Professor Trelawney stood up straight, took off her glasses, looked at him with blurred vision, and said, "MacGuffin Albert, what kind of things do you picture in your mind when you prophesy... that connects the magic power and makes it affect the real world."

This time her voice was no longer so vague, it was bluffing.

Instead, it was sonorous and forceful, word by word, very clear.

"I knew it, I knew this guy was putting on airs!"

McGuffin thought.

Professor Trelawney didn't say much. She dug out a long tobacco rod from a corner box on the shelf next to it, and smoked it one after another. Gray smoke spewed out various shapes from it.

"Say it! You behaved like this on purpose, you probably want to talk to me...don't you?"

"Cough cough!"

McGuffin was choked, coughed a few times, and took a few steps back, looking at the fortune-telling wizard whose appearance had changed almost 180 degrees.

After thinking about it for a while, he talked about the weird ritual performed by the centaur in the first grade.

"Sure enough! Those horse people..."

Professor Trelawney frowned, looking thoughtful, not at all the startled and crazy look just now.

She knocked the brass cigarette stick against the table vigorously, and a large pile of sparkling ash fell down. (The silver rings of the bracelets on the wrist and arm collide with each other, making a crackling sound)
The choking smell of smoke filled the entire classroom.

"Professor, what is going on?"

"My child, I can only tell you that this is your destiny, and it is also magic... Another world is closely connected with you... That's why it can show such an incredible scene!"

Seeing the look of you teasing me on McGuffin's face, Trelawney wiped her glasses with the corner of her clothes, and then put them on again. (The big eyes appear again, this time the McGuffin doesn't find it funny, just a cold chill runs down the spine)

She smiled with an intriguing look on her face, then took a deep breath, put the tobacco rod to her mouth, took two sips, and blew vigorously.

A puff of smoke rose from the red sparks, forming a gray hallucination.

This is?

Hogwarts Castle, nothing but gray.

-A heavy, rich gray.

There was no one inside, and all the magic portraits were frozen, as if even the air was frozen there.

"You can see it?" Professor Trelawney said slowly.

Then she puffed up her cheeks and blew out a puff of smoke, the picture came alive, and the scene changed and characters appeared.

It's Ron, Harry and the others.

They were standing on the small landing of a spiral staircase.

That is?

The picture is zoomed in, it is Harry's head (like a camera is gradually approaching Harry's face)
The picture of them talking gradually zooms in.

He was yelling something.

What are you shouting for?
His lips seemed to be calling his own name.

--What does it mean?
McGuffin stared at Professor Trelawney in bewilderment. Although she had stopped playing tricks, he still didn't understand what this mysterious fortune-teller was doing.

Then, Harry's voice came from the small underground platform outside.

"Professor Trelawney - we're going to be late, McGuffin! That's Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class!"

This!
McGuffin stared at the professor in disbelief.

"This is another world, or space. That is the gap between other spaces and our world that I can see...Through this, I can see some fragments of the future."

"Right now, I'm just showing you all this through magical deformation and illusions... As for the space you see, that's your own business, and no one else can replace it!"

"Son, you have to explore those things yourself!"

"What I can tell you is... this is not talent, but destiny... your own destiny."

"Okay, that's all for now! Hurry up to class, you're going to be late!"

"By the way, don't reveal this to anyone, know that others don't know, see things that others will never see,...that's not a good thing!"

Professor Trelawney had something to say, with a deep and calm expression on her face. After sighing, she took another deep sip from the cigarette holder.

hiss~huh~
When the wind blows on the flat ground, the smoke in all the rooms begins to flow, converging into the bag hanging under the brass tobacco rod.

Not a trace of smoke.

Then she waved her wand again and the classroom was restored to its original state.

The trapdoor creaked open, and the silver ladder grew step by step.

Harry started urging below again.

There was no trapdoor, and the sound was much clearer this time.

Looking at Trelawney's tired expression, McGuffin knew that this was the limit, and he understood that the professor in front of him would not say anything more.

He didn't know why this double-faced witch exposed the other side to him, and what were these answers?

He could only get up and leave with full of doubts.

Before leaving, McGuffin took one last look back at the double-faced witch who was pretending to be crazy.

Seeing that she put on her big glasses again, she mysteriously took out a crystal ball, danced and swayed, as if a witch was possessed.

"Come on, MacGuffin!"

Hermione's voice sounded anxious.

However, when the trap door was closed, what McGuffin didn't see was that the silver mist that had been winding and floating in Professor Trelawney's crystal ball disappeared in a flash, and Dumbledore appeared with it.

His face appeared in the crystal ball.

Trelawney's faint voice echoed in the classroom, "According to what you said, that little wizard already knew about that dream...it represents another world..."

"Thank you, Sybil!"

"Nothing? You took me in, sheltered me... It's only natural that I do something for you. What's more, I didn't lie to the little wizard at all. It really represents the gap between another dimension and our world..."

Trelawney said coldly, with a businesslike tone.

The face of Dumbledore in the crystal ball, after a soft sigh, ended the communication without saying much.

……

McGuffin and the others quickly ran among the stairs. Although they were very familiar with where Professor McGonagall was teaching, since the rules between all the moving stairs had been reset after the renovation of Hogwarts Castle, they had no way to find the Transfiguration classroom by familiarity.

Moreover, the magic elevator is still in the debugging stage, and it is impossible for the little wizards to take it without the company of the professor.

They ran out of breath, and Harry and Hermione didn't have time to ask their inner doubts.

Just like that, they were still late.

Fortunately, Professor McGonagall did not delve into it, and asked them to quickly find a seat to sit down. (It seems to be for Hermione's sake, at least Ron thinks so)

Everyone was in the McGuffins. As soon as they entered the classroom, they started whispering and staring furtively at several people, especially Harry and McGuffins.

Among them, Lavender's eyes are the most intense.

She seemed to burn a hole through MacGuffin's head, as if she wanted to see what Trelawney had to say to MacGuffin alone.

Even McGuffin's [Occlumency] couldn't stop this annoying feeling.

He is always distracted in class. .

Some of the reason is naturally because of these sights, but a large part is because of the double life that Professor Trelawney has shown, and the 'explosive' remarks she has just explained to herself.

"What the hell does that mean?"

McGuffin tried to gather his thoughts and wanted to get back to class.

Because now Professor McGonagall is teaching about Animagus magic.

(Also known as Animagi, the magic that enables a person to do whatever he wants...without a wand, to become a specific animal).

MacGuffin has long been interested in this magic.

And now... what Professor McGonagall said was officially the most basic transformation magic related to Animagus.

But it's not easy.

All kinds of messy thoughts and questions kept popping up in his head, hooking McGuffin's thinking like an iron hook and making him constantly deflect.

"Seriously, what's the matter with you today?" Professor McGonagall changed from the tabby cat back to its original form with a pop, looking around at the casual faces of all the students, and asked.

"I thought you were already interested in this spell?"

"Albert! Didn't you tell me a long time ago... you want to learn this complex and profound transfiguration technique? Why are you so distracted today... your attention is completely out of my class!"

McGuffin was caught typical and stood up.

"I……"

Then Hermione raised her hand.

"Professor, we just had a divination class, we interpreted the tea leaves..."

"Ah, of course!"

"There's no need to say any more, Miss Granger, I see, the most unlucky guy among you should be McGuffin Albert!"

The little wizards all stared at Harry, and then at MacGuffin, their faces were strange.

Finally Harry said, "It's me, but MacGuffin..."

Professor McGonagall fully understood this time, she sighed softly, walked over to look at McGuffin, and said softly, "What kind of moth have you made again, Mr. Albert!"

"What do you mean... make a moth again!"

McGuffin complained dissatisfied.

Not far away, Lavender Brown, Dean, and Xifei were more anxious than McGuffin. They described everything, especially the "ball" of McGuffin's tea divination, vividly and vividly.

Professor McGonagall's face became more and more exciting.

That kind of expression is simply speaking clearly and plainly——as expected, it is exactly as I expected.

"Well, Harry, this is Professor Trelawney's traditional program. Every year she always..."

Then Professor McGonagall explained to Harry that Professor Trelawney always frightened a little wizard as his annual tradition as a teacher, and then stared at McGuffin and said,
"Divination is one of the most inaccurate subjects in magic. There are still many things that cannot be sorted out and corrected. It is completely different from other reformed modern magic subjects."

"This course still maintains the mysterious and vague tradition of ancient times... To be honest, I have never had much patience for this course. Many things in divination are ambiguous, extremely inaccurate, and unexpected things will always happen..."

"It's like the McGuffin thing...I'm afraid Professor Trelawney can't explain it!"

"And I'm afraid that after taking your divination class, you will encounter these things one after another..."

McGuffin always felt that Professor McGonagall was a little gloating, and there was something in his words.

—and very unkind to himself.

Hermione on the side listened and nodded frequently, agreeing with this point of view.

(End of this chapter)