The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

The next morning, the storm subsided.

However, the weather is still not clear.

At breakfast, Jon got the class schedule for this semester, which was a lot tighter than last semester. After all, there were a few more courses... At the same time, he heard a few Hufflepuff fifth- and sixth-grade students discussing the use of Some magic spell to make yourself older, then slip through the cracks and enter the Triwizard Tournament.

Jon wasn't interested in their topic, exactly what "Triwizard Tournament" was.

Even if someone forced him with a wand, he wouldn't go to hell with dragons, mermen, and sphinxes!

Just for that 1000 Galleon bonus?

He might as well report Black again!

And, anyway, the final champion is the default Harry Potter...

Glancing at the timetable, there was only one class in the morning: Divination, Hufflepuff and Gryffindor together.

"Are you going to deal with an old liar like Trelawney so soon?" Jon sighed, then flipped out the book "Punching the Mist and Seeing the Future".

The divination is at the top of the North Tower, ten minutes away from the restaurant.

After breakfast, he followed several Hufflepuff third-year students and hurried towards the North Tower.

...

In the north tower, they climbed the stairs for a long time, and finally passed a silver escalator, through a trapdoor in the ceiling...

The divination classroom is here, a very strange classroom. It seems to be a tea house, with many small round tables, and teacups and teapots are placed on the table.

Jon found a small round table and sat down, while Zacharias-Smith sat in front of him.

"Hello." Not long after they sat down, an ethereal and ethereal voice suddenly came from behind them, which startled them all.

An odd-looking witch came out from the curtain behind the classroom; she was very thin, her eyes were magnified several times by a pair of large glasses, she was wearing a light scarf, and around her slender neck were many necklaces and beads, and several pairs of bracelets and rings on her hands.

"Sit, my child, sit," the witch said mysteriously, "Sybill Trelawney, your fortune-telling classroom!"

"Divination, a mysterious and complex subject that you are about to come into contact with!" Professor Trelawney's sharp voice resounded throughout the classroom: "I reminded you in advance that if you don't have real talent, then here There are very few things I can give you in the subject..."

It seems that many Gryffindor and Hufflepuff students were drawn to this particular opening statement.

Jon bowed his head and yawned quietly.

To be honest, he is not at all interested in the pure metaphysics of divination, if it is not compulsory for Hogwarts to take it as an elective... Moreover, he already knows about the major events in the next few years, so he can't commit divination again...

I began to recall and analyze what happened in Dumbledore's office last night...

...

"This year we are learning various basic divination methods; the first semester is devoted to interpreting tea leaves, and the next semester we should study palmistry."

Professor Sybill Trelawney resumed her usual performance.

But the target she chose this time was Ginny Weasley.

She picked up Ginny's teacup and shouted exaggeratedly, "Wait, what did I see... Falcon, you once had a mortal enemy..."

Poor Ginny stood up with a pale face, shaking her head slightly.

Then, Jon noticed Trelawney's sloppy analysis, making a few Gryffindor girls stunned for a while.

Then, she began to ask the students to divide into two groups to analyze the content of the tea.

Jon and Zacharis are in a group, babbling around here.

Zacharis turned the book to the fifth and sixth pages, and searched the book in confusion. Obviously, he didn't listen to the content of the class just now:

"The shape of the tea leaves... is an arrow..." Zacharis pondered: "The arrow represents what it means. Could it be that you will become a warrior of the Triwizard Tournament?"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Jon said lazily, "I'm four years away from being 17!"

"And... a castle... a symbol of power... Could it be that you will be the headmaster of Hogwarts in the future?"

"I think the Minister of Magic is more practical..."

"And...a snake...what the snake stands for...what the snake stands for..."

Zacharis turned several pages back and forth in the textbook, but didn't find the content.

Suddenly, he had an idea and said with a wicked smile: "I see, you will marry a Slytherin as a wife in the future!"

"Don't talk nonsense..." Jon felt his face get a little hot.

"What's the matter, dear?" Trelawney came over, seeming attracted by their discussion.

...

"Perhaps you can help me predict the future!" Trelawney gave Jon an admiring look after examining what Jon had written on the parchment: "Come on, boy, I think you are Divination has great potential!"

Jon bravely stood up, looked at the teacup, and said nonsense: "I saw... I saw the championship trophy... Hogwarts won the Triwizard Tournament!"

"If I were you, I wouldn't be so sure on this issue!" Trelawney's tone was obviously disappointed: "The trophy you see may be the championship trophy, the runner-up, or the third place. ...they all have trophies!"

That is, should I predict that the Warriors of Hogwarts will at least finish third in the Triwizard Tournament?

This is too much nonsense... Jon couldn't help but complain in his heart.

"Then let's try again, boy, what did you see?"

Turning his eyes to the teacup again, Jon curled his lips: "I saw a teacher who was expelled from Hogwarts after more than a year!"

"Oh?" Trelawney was instantly interested. "Who is it, Hagrid? Or Moody?"

"Uh..." Jon thought for a while, and decided to answer truthfully: "Looks a bit like you, Professor Trelawney!"

"What?" Sybill Trelawney's face suddenly sank. "I take back what I just said, Hart... Now, I don't see the slightest gift of prophecy in you..."

"In the name of my great-grandmother, you can't predict a correct thing!" Professor Trelawney continued to roar these words.

"Uh..." Jon felt as though he had completely offended the divination teacher.

Then, he suddenly had an idea: "Professor, I also saw something..."

"Speak!"

"I see... I failed the final exam in my divination class!"