Chapter 243 A Huge Omen! Cedric's Dream

Chapter 243 A Huge Omen! Cedric's Dream

After selling the brooches and finishing breakfast, there was not much time left.

After handing the other brooches to Qiuji, Wayne quickly followed Hermione to the first class of the third grade - Divination class.

Harry and Ronald were originally going to be together, but Malfoy was giving the Slytherins an exaggerated performance of Harry fainting, making them laugh.

Angry, Harry blocked the door of the auditorium, waiting for Malfoy to come out and settle yesterday's accounts together.

After passing through the castle, Wayne and Hermione headed to the North Tower, which was far away from the auditorium. Wayne rarely went there. Except for the Divination classroom, most professors' dormitories were also there.

By the end, Hermione was a little tired.

"It's time for you to get some exercise." Wayne took the little witch's hand and pulled him.

"Stay indoors and read every day. If you encounter danger, you will definitely be the slowest one."

"How about you go running with Astoria starting from tomorrow.'

Climbing up the last spiral staircase, I took two deep breaths to feel better.

"What time does Astoria start every day? I really need to exercise."

"Seven o'clock, isn't this the same time you get up when you usually read?"

Once she heard that it conflicted with her reading time, Hermione became hesitant again, "I'll go back and think about it again."

Wayne rubbed her head angrily and led people into the classroom.

This is not like a classroom at all, but more like an old-fashioned teahouse in the attic, with more than twenty small round tables.

Everything in the room was illuminated by a hazy red light, the curtains were tightly closed, and a copper teapot was burning in the fireplace. The white steam wafted out, making the sight inside the library even worse.

The students who entered the room were all looking at the weird decoration, as well as the playing cards and crystal ball in the corner.

Wayne felt that Trelawney must have studied in Muggle society.

The tarot cards and astrology divination rooms he had seen before also created the atmosphere like this.

The sense of mystery is immediately filled.

Many girls excitedly found their seats and sat down, and Wayne and Hermione also sat in the corner.

"Where is the professor, where is she?" Lavender Brown looked around, looking at the scalding hot water burning in the fireplace, and asked bluntly: "Is the theme of this class morning tea?"

"Welcome." A vague voice suddenly came from the shadows, and Trelawney came out.

She wore big glasses and a thin and transparent shawl with many metal pieces on it, which made people's eyes uncomfortable.

Many people thought of yesterday's Sorting Hat and were once again mentally attacked.

"It's great to finally see you in the material world." Trelawney said something that no one could understand and sat on the chair.

"This course is the most profound of all courses. I must put it first. This is a course that requires talent and insight. If you don't have such qualifications, there is nothing I can do.

Hermione frowned and called him a good guy in her heart.

Isn't this a disclaimer?

If you don't learn well, it's because you are not talented enough, and it has nothing to do with me as a teacher.

No wonder I was able to earn a salary for so many years and only have a few things.

Trelawney continued to introduce the greatness and unpredictability of divination, and from time to time he revealed some prophecies, which frightened the little wizards. At least Lavender Brown remembered the days Trelawney said she would be unlucky for.

"Now, everyone go to that teacup and come to me to fill it with tea. When you drink until only the tea leaves are left, shake it three times with your left hand, then turn the cup upside down, and you can give the pattern to you. My companion went to answer it."

After Trelawney finished speaking, the young Lius went to pour water and tea together.

"Do you really believe it?" Hermione looked at "Seeing the Future Through the Mist" and said with some confusion: "You can interpret the future destiny just by relying on a ball of tea leaves?"

Wayne looked at her strangely: "If you don't believe it, why do you want to take this class?"

Hermione blushed.

"This, isn't this the only class you chose? I followed it out of curiosity."

"Do you still remember the prediction made by Professor Trelawney at last year's Halloween dinner?" Seeing that there were still many people queuing in front of him, Wayne asked in a low voice without rushing to get tea.

Hermione nodded: "I remember, but Professor McGonagall said that Trelaw would do something similar every year to attract attention."

"I don't know about the past, but that time was different." Wayne shook his head slightly: "That was a real prophecy, and Dumbledore thought so too."

Most of the time, Trelawney is indeed a wage cheat, but this man has the potential of a psychic knife, and he never knows when he will make a real prediction.

He remembered that it was at the end of this semester that she predicted Voldemort's return, and Harry heard it.

Wayne's purpose in signing up for this course was just to increase the chance of encountering him.

After hearing what he said, Hermione could only temporarily suppress the doubts and dissatisfaction in her heart.

I plan to study it carefully and see what is so magical about Zhanxia.

Soon, the tea was brought back.

Following Trelawney's method, Wayne and Hermione exchanged their tea leaves, turned to the fifth page of the book, and looked for the meaning of the corresponding pattern.

They moved slowly, Harry and Ronald at the next table had already started.

Harry's eyes widened, and his glasses almost stuck to the tea leaves, "The crooked cross, what does this mean?"

Harry looked at the book: "You will have 'pain and suffering, no, there will also be something like a sun, which means 'great joy'"

"So..." Harry combined it and made the final conclusion: "You will be in pain first, and then feel good?"

43:"...."

Are you serious about divination?

He looked down at Hermione's tea leaves, and his thoughts were carried away by the second-guessing thing.

"What did you see?" Hermione asked curiously.

"Nai..." Wayne almost blurted out, but luckily he responded: "Dark clouds, bright moon."

"You should be very busy in the next period of time, and you will also... encounter very happy things?" Wayne read the script.

He discovered that he had no talent for divination.

The dog system doesn’t have this option either, I don’t know why.

Hermione pouted. She had a full schedule every day, so she must be very busy.

Isn't it a joy to have Wayne by your side again?

"You'll get a windfall, not much, but without any risk." Hermione said what she saw.

"I'll lend you a favor." Wayne smiled, and Trelawney's scream suddenly came.

"It's an eagle, dear, and you have a nemesis." Trelawney glared at Harry.

"This is something everyone knows." Hermione complained: "Everyone knows the grudge between Harry and the mysterious man."

"No, I think my opponent is Malfoy now." Harry retorted. In the past two days, he had been madly ridiculed by Malfoy, "I have forgotten who Voldemort is.

He looked at Trelawney expectantly: "What happened to my enemy? Will he be in bad luck?"

"No, it is you who have the bad omen!" cried Trelawney: "That big black dog, dear boy, is an omen—the greatest omen!"

Harry's heart skipped a beat. He saw a black dog on the cover of the book "Death Prophecy" at Flourish and Blott Books. In the corner of Diagon Alley, he also saw a big black dog.

Seamus walked over curiously and looked at Harry's plate: "Why didn't I see the dog? I saw the explosives."

"Uh, what I'm looking at is a donkey?" Lavender Brown also came over.

"

The class ended in a blur, and everyone rushed to the Transfiguration classroom without stopping.

In the first class, Professor McGonagall introduced the knowledge about Animagus to everyone. Just like the first class of the same grade, she transformed into a tabby cat and back again in public.

"What's wrong with you?" Professor McGonagall asked in confusion. In the past, her move was always successful, and she always received exclamations and applause.

But today, the little wizards were eerily quiet, and their thoughts were not with her at all.

The students unconsciously looked at Harry, who lowered his head.

"Professor." Hermione raised her hand, "We just had a Divination class when Professor Lawney said..."

"That's right." Professor McGonagall interrupted Hermione who hadn't finished speaking: "I understand, just tell me who she predicted will die?"

"How do you know?"

At this time, the children turned their attention to Professor McGonagall in surprise.

"It's Harry!" Ronald shouted: "Trelawney saw a black dog and said it represented death."

"It seems that he selected you this year. I thought it was Mr. Lawrence." Professor McGonagall showed a smile.

Wayne looked innocent, why did he get involved again.

Professor McGonagall took a little revenge for the impact the Sorting Hat had on her yesterday. She felt much better and explained to the students:

"In fact, since Trelawney came to this school, she has welcomed the new students in this way every year, admiring your surprised and frightened expressions. Last year it was Miss Gore, and before that, I remember it was Mr. Patrick."

"In short, divination is the least rigorous branch of magic. Potter, it seems to me that your body is very healthy and you can complete an eight-inch paper."

The students laughed lowly, it was rare to see Professor McGonagall joking.

But when they were smiling, they couldn't laugh anymore.

Potter wants to write an eight-inch paper, "Are they different?"

No matter what, after Professor McGonagall's comfort, the heavy atmosphere in the classroom was finally cleared away.

She once again transformed into a tabby cat and back to her original form, and this time the applause was particularly warm.

Professor McGonagall nodded with satisfaction and began to introduce the relevant knowledge of Animagus.

•.***…………

When they learned that only seven wizards had registered as Animagus in this century, the young wizards looked at Professor McGonagall with even more admiration.

But in fact, Wayne felt that the registered figures did not even include a fraction of the unregistered figures.

There were three illegal students in Sirius's class alone. Even if the students' talents were weaker at other times, they would not be almost non-existent.

After class, the crowd rushed towards the auditorium. When Wayne arrived, he happened to see Cedric selling the map he had made to the freshmen.

For this year's map, Wayne gave the most expensive version to Cedric to make, and he completely let it go.

There are advantages to having more freshmen. At least during the meal, he had already sold thirty tickets.

After a whole morning of beatings, they must have seen how difficult the school stairs can be.

"With one hundred galleons left, I can pay off your debt." Cedric counted on his fingers: "Probably around Easter next year? I'm not sure, but I can definitely do it this semester anyway."

"I'm not in a hurry." Wayne replied as he ate beef stew, then frowned.

"What's wrong? Is the food not to your liking?" Hannah noticed his change and spoke out

asked.

"A little bit, I feel like the elf's craftsmanship has deteriorated."

"Maybe you're tired of eating?" Hannah said cheerfully, "It's okay. I'll make you a snack tonight. What do you want to eat?"

“How about a roast leg of lamb?”

"No problem, as long as there are materials in the cafeteria." Hannah agreed, and then showed her fox tail: "But you have to lend me your potions homework. Class starts on Thursday."

"Okay, I'll borrow Hermione's for you." Wayne nodded. For food, it wouldn't be a problem even if he beat up Snape.

"Ah sneeze!"

Snape, who was at the guest of honor seat, suddenly sneezed and rubbed his nose in confusion.

Is it time to cut nose hair?

Cedric is still settling accounts and has paid off Wayne's money. He has a more ambitious goal, which is to buy a Firebolt.

It seemed like every Quidditch captain had the same expression when he mentioned the Firebolt.

Obsessed, obscene.

"I think by the time you save enough money, the Firebolt may have been updated and sold more expensively."

Wayne didn't hesitate to expose Cedric's illusions.

He is the boss and he doesn’t know yet?

Valor and McKay are already developing new broomsticks. According to their estimates, Nimbus Company will definitely be able to catch up with Firebolt in ten years, and they must also make progress.

"I will earn more after graduation." Cedric wiped his saliva, "Maybe I will get married by then and the two of us will save together."

Wayne: “…………”

You really think long term.

Suddenly, Wayne thought of a question.

"That, if, I mean if." Wayne looked at the model students and asked: "If students from other colleges got Firebolts, do you think we can still win?"

"How is this possible?" Cedric sneered: "Those are Firebolts. One arrow is more expensive than seven. Which student can afford it?"

"Oh, except for you, even Malfoy doesn't have this ability. His father will break his legs."

"Are you going to help other colleges buy Firebolts?"

Wayne was silent.

He did seem to help.

Hermione once asked him if he would be angry if he lent his broom to a Gryffindor team, but Wayne said it didn't matter.

Not to mention Qiu.

Wish yourself luck.

Giving Cedric a sympathetic look, Sui En also finished eating.

He has no classes in the afternoon and plans to go back to his dormitory to make more protective brooches.

At this time, an owl flew into the auditorium and threw a letter in front of him.

"Hagrid?"

Looking at the signature on it, Wayne opened it doubtfully and found that it was an invitation letter, asking him to go to the cabin before class.

The lunch break at Hogwarts was very short, and classes would start at a little after one o'clock. There was no other way, so Wayne had to hurry out of the castle and come to the cabin.

Hagrid stood waiting at the door early, and waved happily when he saw Wayne.

"You're finally here."

The hybrid giant took Wayne into the hut and took out a big bag.

"I have collected all these materials recently. If you see what is missing, tell me if it is not enough."

Something is wrong.

Something is very wrong.

Although Hagrid often helped him collect materials scattered in the Forbidden Forest, every time he would place the order first, Hagrid would prepare it, and then he would use magic potions [or a dozen practical props]

As a reward.

Like this time, he took out the things without even making a request. That was the first time.

Pushing the material aside calmly, Wayne said seriously: "Do you want to ask me for help with something?"

"This..." Hagrid's old face turned red and he said a little shyly: [013703411 Feilu 210442160]

"It's true..."