In the morning, the sky was gray and snow was still falling. The ground was covered with several feet of snow, and a thick layer of ice had frozen over the lake.
Christmas is coming soon, and students are looking forward to the holiday and don’t focus on their studies at all.
However, divination classes do not require you to spend much effort on learning.
Today's divination class has almost become a laughing stock among the third-year students. No one really takes this course seriously, and many students who choose the divination class use chatting and laughing to kill boring class time.
Now, everyone thinks that Professor Trelawney is a liar who can't tell fortunes at all and just likes to play tricks to fool everyone. Unfortunately, Professor Trelawney's true face was soon seen through by everyone.
Compared with Professor Trelawney, no one made a fuss about Albert's ability to tell fortunes. After all, his words were always accurate, and many people even suspected that Albert might really have mastered the ability of divination.
At present, divination classes are still teaching people how to interpret tea leaves, which is the so-called tea divination, which is almost one of the least accurate of all divination methods.
As for why Albert came up with such an idea, it was mainly because he had studied tea leaf divination for several months, but still could not find any skills related to tea leaf divination on the panel. This made Albert doubt whether tea leaf divination could be considered a skill.
He had learned divination-related skills, such as palmistry and card reading, from books, but after studying tea leaf interpretation for several months, he had never developed any related skills.
Could it be that he is too stupid to learn
Obviously not.
If Albert really had no talent for divination, it would be impossible for him to master runestone divination, crystal divination, card divination, palmistry and other divination techniques.
Since it is not Albert's problem, there must be something wrong with the interpretation of the tea leaves.
Every time after drinking tea, there will be a pile of unknown tea dregs left in the teacup.
Yes, it’s tea dregs, not tea leaves.
The information left on tea leaves in the book is just a template to be applied. Can you get the results you want every time just by applying it
Obviously not.
Interpreting tea leaves is inherently subjective.
It's like someone is thinking about lottery all day long, and ends up seeing everything look like lottery numbers. In the end, that person connects all the numbers he "sees" together, trying to make a fortune, but of course ends up losing a lot of money.
Before the get out of class ended, Albert received praise and extra points from Professor Trelawney. She also told everyone that they would start learning palmistry next semester and have some initial contact with crystal divination.
Halfway through the journey, Fred asked in an exaggerated tone about something he had been unable to figure out, "Tell me honestly, how did you tell there was an acorn in the teacup?"
"Of course I guessed." Albert replied honestly.
"Guessed?" The three were speechless. They could actually say that he guessed so confidently. Moreover, they did not think that Albert guessed. From his performance in class, it was not difficult to see that Albert really knew how to interpret tea leaves.
"Yes, I guessed. That's right, that's it." Albert seemed to emphasize the tone of his words and reiterated, "To be honest, interpreting tea leaves is almost one of the most unreliable divinations I have ever seen."
"What are the second and third most unreliable divinations?" Lee Jordan's mind suddenly jumped, and he asked without thinking.
"Bird physiognomy and leaf divination."
"So how did you guess?"
"We can't understand it anyway, so we just have to speculate based on certain things that may happen in the future. This is what I call reading tea leaves." Noticing the surprised looks of his three companions, Albert shrugged and said, "Don't look at me like that. I also learned it from Professor Trelawney."
"So, Professor Trelawney doesn't know how to divination?"
The three of them looked at each other. Although they had known about this for a long time, they were still surprised to hear it from Albert.
"Wait, that's not right. I remember you said last time that Professor Trelawney can do divination, so she became the divination professor at Hogwarts, right?"
"Professor Trelawney is probably a third-rate fortune teller who cannot control her fortune telling ability." Albert said casually, "However, we can still learn something useful from her."
"Methods to fool others?" George curled his lips and said, "Are you sure you still need to learn those things?"
In the eyes of the three, Albert's ability to deceive people was truly amazing, and his words were more accurate than predictions. He didn't need to learn any prophecies or interpret tea leaves, he just needed to move his words.
As the four of them passed through the corridor, Fred suddenly suggested, "How about making a snowman?"
"Don't go to the library every time you have free time. It's not like you can't finish your homework." Fred and George carried Albert to the yard.
"No, I'll go by myself." Albert suddenly paused, stayed at a certain place for a few seconds, and frowned slightly.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing." He shook his head and followed the three people to the school yard. As soon as he entered the yard, a snowball flew towards Albert.
Albert stopped immediately and moved to the side, and the snowball hit Lee Jordan directly in the face.
"Who ambushed me?" Lee Jordan quickly bent down, scooped up a ball of snow, and squeezed it, ready to give the guy who ambushed him a hard blow.
"Sorry, I didn't mean it." Truman apologized with a smile, without any sincerity at all, and then threw another snowball over here.
The snowball fight started in such an inexplicable way.
The three bastards on Truman's side cast a spell on the snowballs they had made, causing the snowballs to chase after Albert and his men, but were finally blocked by Albert's magic.
"You don't play snowball fights like this." Truman couldn't help but protest.
Albert waved his wand, and a snowball rolled bigger and bigger, rolling towards Truman and the other two, forcing them to dodge.
Albert had rolled himself a small snowball, and after Truman and his friends separated, he threw it directly at Truman. Truman was hit in the face by the snowball and fell directly on his butt in the snow.
"Good opportunity, go ahead."
"It hurts! Can you not be so hard? And why did you only hit me?" Truman couldn't help but complain. Truman found that the snowball was rolling towards him.
"Because you deserve a beating." Truman's companion said to him with a smile.
"Damn, you're still here, are you going to crush me with this big snowball?" Truman was chased by a huge snowball and ran around. When he took out his wand from his pocket and prepared to smash the snowball, he found that the snowball had stopped. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and complained to Albert, "What the hell are you doing?"
"I just plan to make a bigger snowman." Albert used magic to create another snowball and placed it on top of the big snowball.
Fred, George and Lee Jordan were stunned by this scene.
"You call this a snowman?"
"What else? Do you have any opinion?" Albert asked with a smile. While he was speaking, he had easily completed a snowman as big as Hagrid.
"Wow, what a big snowman!"
When Harry, Ron and Hermione walked over here, they were also attracted by Albert's snowman.
"If you know how to use magic, you can do the same." Albert raised his wand and cast a spell at the snowman.
The originally heavy snowman actually grew a pair of short legs and suddenly started tap dancing. Because the snowman was so heavy, the ground shook slightly with every jump.
"What kind of magic is this?"
Harry stared in amazement at the giant snowman tap dancing in front of him. He felt very shocked. There was nothing he could do about it. This big guy was really scary.
Others also watched this scene with great interest, some applauded, some cheered, and the atmosphere in the yard suddenly became lively.
"What the hell are you doing?"
Snape appeared without warning like a ghost.