Hogwarts Ordnance Manual

By the time Dudley returned to Hogwarts, there were only 5 minutes left before the morning Herbology class. The exhaustion and pain in his back were secondary, but the hunger with his chest touching his back was the most unbearable thing.

Professor Sprout noticed something was wrong with Dudley, but he still let him go. After all, Dudley's grades in Herbology were quite good and he had won honors for Hufflepuff.

The battle in the Forbidden Forest last night did not cause a disturbance in Hogwarts. After all, everyone was locked in the dormitory at dark and knew nothing about what happened outside the castle.

Lupine, with his panda eyes, looked hesitant to talk to Dudley during lunch, as if the communication between him and Sirius was not smooth last night, but they must have met each other.

There were no classes scheduled for the afternoon. Dudley originally wanted to talk to Lupine and go meet Sirius with him to see how to guide the plot next, but Hermione came to the door at noon.

"What is this?" Hermione first put a poster into Dudley's hand. When Dudley took a look, it read "Association for the Protection of the Rights and Interests of Half-Blooded and First-Generation Wizards".

Hermione said seriously: "I checked many ancient books and came to a shocking conclusion! Wizards did not exist from ancient times! All ancient humans were Muggles!"

"So?" Ron, who followed, answered in time as a compliment.

"So there have never been any Mudbloods, we are just the first generation of wizards in our family!" Hermione said decisively.

"So she created this organization..." Harry on the other side weakly pointed at the poster in Hermione's hand.

"Harmful!" Dudley patted Harry on the shoulder and said: "After all, it is an organization related to people, and it is more reliable than the House Elf Rights Promotion Association..."

"What did you say would come?" Harry was even more confused by Dudley's words.

Hermione explained all her arguments and plans as eloquently as a machine gun. Dudley's eyes were filled with stars when he heard this. He wanted to pour some cold water on this over-energetic girl and tell her that some pure-blood wizards are inherently narcissistic. Even if they don't have a sense of superiority by blood, they will still look for a sense of geographical superiority, skin color superiority, etc. Nothing can eliminate the arrogance and prejudice of those people.

"There's another thing!" After forcing Dudley to sign the back of the flyer, Hermione continued: "I need you to take a divination class with me in the afternoon."

"What? We don't have a divination class in the second grade." Dudley glanced at Lupine who was walking out of the auditorium and said impatiently.

But Harry also grabbed Dudley and said: "Yes, yes, you must go! Professor Trelawney has called on you to go! Maybe you can even get extra points for Hufflepuff!"

"Hey," Dudley glanced at Harry and said, "You kid can still play moral kidnapping now?"

In the end, Ron ruthlessly analyzed the truth. Hermione, the top student, was criticized by the teacher for the first time in a class as "untalented" and "disappointing". This was a fatal blow to Hermione, soul bombing, and... Hermione's strongest psychological defense was blown open, and the damage was even more damaging than Malfoy calling her a "Mudblood".

If this place cannot be found, I am afraid it will be difficult for Miss Granger to recover from this blow to her self-confidence.

So Harry, who was also bombarded by souls, suggested that Dudley deal with Professor Trelawney.

Of course, Harry was squeezed out by Trelawney not because of his talent, but because of the professor's interpretation of his fate, which was dark, painful, tragic... not a good word.

Dudley was taken directly to the divination teacher by the three little ones - a lonely and dark tower, and even an attic that had to be climbed up by a long wooden ladder. The divination master's self-admiration and dissatisfaction with others were everywhere evident. different.

While walking, Hermione did not forget to continue dissing the professor who denied her: "Professor Trelawney wanted to scare Harry with a scary omen. I heard from Professor McGonagall that every year she predicts that a student will encounter misfortune. I think she Just a charlatan.”

Ron sneered without mercy: "I think Professor Trelawney is very good, at least much kinder than Snape..."

Dudley said, "You know, if we were to rank the magic power of all Hogwarts wizards, Professor Trelawney would be firmly in the top ten. Do you think Dumbledore would hire a charlatan... ...Well, I think I invited two of them...haha..."

He suddenly thought of Professor Lodge and Lockhart. The latter seemed to be still being treated at St. Mungo's Hospital of Magic. Sometimes Dudley still missed this living treasure.

Hermione obviously didn't believe it: "You mean what she said is true?"

Dudley said: "That's not true. The Trelawneys are a family of prophets with a long history. There have been several prophets and several famous and successful predictions in history. However, a prophet can only make several predictions in his lifetime. It’s just a few real prophecies. The rest of the time, the third eye is closed..."

"Let me tell you a story. Every Quidditch World Cup or the English Football League in the Muggle world has a traditional project of betting on the outcome. Everyone can predict the outcome of the game. There are so many participants. Far more than the predictions for the election of the Prime Minister, there are many famous prophets, as well as ordinary wizards and Muggles. But what is the result? The chances of the fortune tellers guessing correctly are almost the same as those of ordinary Muggles.

Let's study Defense Against the Dark Arts and Charms well. Those are the hard skills we must master. Divination is just that, because the future is fascinating precisely because of the unknown. "

After hearing Dudley's words, Hermione blinked and looked at Dudley with a hazy look.

Sitting in the Divination class with a group of senior students, Dudley felt that everyone's eyes were focused on him.

The news that he was recruited by Dumbledore because of his "special ability in prophecy" has spread among the students. Of course, everyone had always thought it was because of his "special ability in Quidditch"...

Today is destined to be a memorable day in the world of prophecy at Hogwarts, comparable to the Quidditch final, the real-life battle between Professor Trelawney and the "prophecy genius" Dudley.

The so-called ugly daughter-in-law will eventually meet her parents-in-law. Dudley has long been mentally prepared. The lies he told will one day face the test of "professionals".

Professor Trelawney, wearing a colorful robe, climbed down from a small compartment in the top of the attic, like a colorful lizard.She has a thin figure, long arms and legs, a head full of messy long brown hair, and wears thick and large black-rimmed glasses. She may not have washed her face for two or three days, and her face is full of bitterness and hatred.

"what!"

Professor Trelawney yelled, Ron and Harry were startled, but the senior students seemed to have been familiar with the professor's surprise and acted calmly.

"It's the wind! Chaos wind, disaster wind, evil wind! It brings blowing and destruction! It brings change and turmoil!"

Trelawney shouted in excitement, danced to Dudley's side, pointed at his forehead and shouted: "It was the wind that brought you to my classroom! What are you going to do?! Your goal What?! Who are you going to hurt?!..."

"Why is it the wind...it's obviously Hermione..." Ron on the side muttered, and was pinched hard by Hermione.

"what!"

The sound did not come from Ron who was being pinched, but from Dudley who suddenly shouted and jumped up from his seat, almost startling Trelawney.

Dudley shouted with panic on his face: "It's wind! Hurricane! Storm! Wind! Gale!"

"The wind brought me here! I saw endless darkness, I saw ominous disaster!

I saw the sky begin to darken with dark clouds, and strong winds whipping up dust, carrying debris and branches flying around.

There were rough waves on the sea, huge waves kept hitting the coast, seawater poured into the city, streets were submerged, and buildings were washed away! ... "

After Dudley yelled for a while, he shook his head and suddenly seemed to wake up again. He found that he was having sex among a group of students. His face suddenly turned red. He quickly stood up straight, lowered his head and said, "Yes... I'm sorry, Professor. Did I...did I just say something that I shouldn't have said?"

Students: "..." Damn it, can this be done?

Trelawney: "..." Damn boy, you are taking my mother's script. When did the second person yell in the divination class?

Trelawney blinked, tilted her head, grabbed a student next to her, and pushed her in front of Dudley.

"Student Dursley, use your gift of prophecy to analyze this classmate's life!"

Dudley took a look and saw that Neville was smiling reluctantly at him.