This Hogwarts is not normal

The Defense Against the Dark Arts exam was over, and then it was time for the Divination exam in the north tower.

All the curtains in the classroom were drawn, and there was even a fire in the fireplace, filling the air with smoke.

There is no sense of mystery at all. Instead, it is stuffy and hot, making people just want to get away from this damn place as soon as possible.

When the students came out of the classroom, Trelawney was actually spinning in circles in a trance.

He was mumbling something, probably performing some mysterious divination ritual.

Hermione had a completely different opinion on Lavender's statement.

This professor of divination who loves to play tricks must be worried that there won't be enough students taking this course next semester, so he put on a show that he thinks is brilliant.

"Ah——" Trelawney suddenly screamed and fell limply to the ground.

This is too hard.

Just when Hermione was wondering what she was going to do next, Vincent walked quickly into the classroom with a puzzled look on his face.

"The false Dark Lord..."

Trelawney was lying flat on the ground with lifeless eyes, muttering something under her breath.

Vincent half squatted and put his ear closer, trying to hear clearly what she was saying.

"A servant... the most faithful servant will be helped by another servant... to break free from the chains that bind him...

The false Dark Lord will return with the help of his two servants...more powerful than before...more terrible..."

Trelawney suddenly grabbed Vincent's arm and recited the last part of the prophecy word by word:

"The true Dark Lord is about to show his terrifying power... bringing long-lasting darkness and fear... and completely destroying all rules and order..."

She let go and her head fell to the floor.

But she suddenly raised her head and stared at Vincent in front of her with wide eyes.

"Mr. Wayne?"

Vincent quickly calmed down from his shock and extended his hand to her gracefully, "Professor, are you okay?"

The confusion on Trelawney's face disappeared instantly. "Oh, something went wrong while I was communicating with my third eye."

She grabbed Vincent's hand and stood up. "Please don't worry about me. This is normal."

She moved her arms and legs to signal to the students outside that she was fine.

"So that's how it is." Vincent walked out of the classroom with a heavy heart.

The false Dark Lord should be Voldemort, and as for the two servants...

Compared to these, he was more concerned with the final part of the prophecy.

Demonstrate the power of terror? Bring darkness and fear? Smash rules and order?

What is going on!

I was planning to enjoy the next four years of happy campus life, why does the damn prophecy always cause trouble?

If you do this, it's easy to have a mental breakdown.

Hermione had been keeping an eye on Vincent.

His face looked a little strange, as if he was a little crazy and a little depressed.

If you didn't know him too well, it would be hard to see his irritability and anxiety.

She moved her gaze to the classroom, where Trelawney was holding a black curtain, probably preparing for the exam.

As far as she knew, the old liar actually had something.

Is it a prophecy?

The reason why Vincent behaved so abnormally must be...

"All right!" Trelawney's voice interrupted her thoughts.

The black curtain had surrounded a table, and Trelawney was standing in front of it, holding a crystal ball and looking at the students.

"Whoever's name I call will go in and take the exam."

After she said that, she went behind the curtain.

"Harry Potter!"

About five minutes later, Harry came out.

He squinted his eyes because of the smoke from the fireplace and his forehead was covered with sweat.

"Hermione Granger!"

Hermione walked into the classroom, pulled aside the black curtain, and looked back at Vincent, who was frowning.

"Sit down, dear."

She suppressed her worries and sat down across from Trelawney.

"Please look into this crystal ball, carefully and slowly, and then tell me what you see."

Hermione leaned over and stared into the crystal ball in front of her.

Apart from the white mist that kept swirling inside, nothing else could be seen.

"Professor, I can't see anything."

"Ah?" Trelawney's expression quickly calmed down. "My dear, that's because you are confused about your future."

Hermione twitched her lips.

The old trickster does have something, but not much, and not now.

"My dear, please take another careful look at it."

Hermione endured the choking smoke and opened her eyes wide, looking very carefully.

"Professor, I still can't see anything."

Trelawney's face was not very good. "My dear, it seems that you have absolutely no qualifications to be a prophet."

"Oh." Hermione now just wanted to leave this damn place as soon as possible.

Trelawney knew she was impatient, "Please go back and read your textbooks more. It will be of great help to you."

"Goodbye, Professor." Hermione stood up, pulled aside the black curtain, and walked out of the classroom without looking back.

"Vincent Wayne!"

She came to Vincent and said, "Don't pay attention to what Professor Trelawney said. I just told you the truth. My grades are probably not ideal."

If you can get good grades by just talking nonsense, then you might as well not take the divination class.

Vincent forced a smile and said, "I will tell the truth too."

He walked into the classroom, lifted the black curtain, and sat down with confidence.

"Dear, please look into this crystal ball carefully and slowly, and then tell me what you see."

Vincent leaned over and peered into the crystal ball.

Like Hermione, apart from the swirling white mist inside, nothing else could be seen.

"Professor, I don't see anything."

"Ah? Why again--" Trelawney took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down as much as possible.

"My dear, that's because you are confused about your future."

Vincent twitched his lips.

He was 100 percent sure that this was exactly what Trelawney had said to Hermione just now.

"My dear, please take another careful look at it."

I have been very serious and careful.

Even without the choking smoke from the fireplace, Vincent was absolutely sure that he couldn't see anything.

"That's a shame." Trelawney sighed, "My dear, it seems that you don't have the qualifications to be a prophet at all."

Vincent uttered a soft "Oh".

After two students in a row showed no respect for her, Trelawney's expression control was on the verge of collapse.

"Please go back and read your textbook more. It will be of great help to you."

"I will, Professor."

Still left some face, although not much.

"Ron Weasley!"

Hermione left the North Tower with Vincent in tacit understanding.

Although they didn't get good grades in the divination class, neither of them regretted telling the truth.

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