At the same time, a similar scene was playing out in another classroom on the top of Hogwarts' North Tower.
The divination classroom was dimly illuminated by layers of milky clouds and smoke, and Professor Trelawney was in class.
She still wore her large, disproportionately large glasses, a silky pale blue shawl, ornate crystal ornaments adorned her slender neck, and bracelets and rings adorned her arms and fingers. , and then tidy up, you can go to Hogsmeade Village to set up a street stall, it would be very good to be a second-hand dealer.
At this time, the classroom was filled with a smell of incense, and also filled with dim candlelight. The light red flame at the tip of the candle fluttered without wind, entangled with the mist, like a dream.
It fits the atmosphere of divination very well.
"Come on, you start to observe now, look at this crystal ball, what do you see?"
Trelawney gathered all the students together, let them form a circle around the round table in front of her, and used a tone that seemed to be pretending to be a ghost to induce the students. The atmosphere in the classroom was very scary under her guidance, and her His hands kept swaying on the crystal ball, as if he wanted to touch it, but he didn't really touch it.
The students stretched their heads as hard as they could, trying to show the appearance of listening to the class very hard.
But to be honest, it's still hard to understand.
"I saw clouds and fog," said a student.
"That could be the smoke in the room itself." Professor Trelawney clasped her fingers and put her hands on her chest, although her rings clashed, making it difficult for her to clasp them.
She went on to say, "You have to feel it with your heart. Of course, clouds and fog are also a sight that you often see, which indicates an unpredictable future."
"But you have to observe with your heart, get rid of that layer of fog, and see the most real future."
"And, children, what did you see?" she continued.
"I saw your crystal ball shatter." Luna said in a daze.
"No, it won't, my crystal ball is..." Professor Trelawney was explaining the material and function of her crystal ball in a patient tone, and then suddenly heard a crisp sound.
Placed on the table in front of everyone, on the top of the crystal ball held up by a blue silky cloth, a tiny, undetectable fine line suddenly appeared, and then spider web-like cracks spread wildly until the entire sphere shattered.
Trelawney stared blankly at the situation in front of her, seemingly completely stunned.
Students are afraid to speak up.
"Cough cough." A student didn't realize anything, and coughed a few times. It might be because of the cold weather recently, which made him catch a cold.
The vibrations caused by the slight cough soon had a chain reaction.
Then the crystal ball, which was struggling to maintain a spherical shape, immediately collapsed, scattered into a pile of shiny fragments, and fell on the cloth, peacefully announcing its end of life.
Even students who have never studied divination know that a broken crystal ball used for divination is definitely not a good omen, and generally it is a bad omen.
It didn't take long for Professor Trelawney's sluggish nerves to realize what horrible things had happened before her eyes.
"Ominous omen!" she said with wide-eyed horror.
The woman waved her arms and struggled to stand up from the armchair: "Hogwarts is about to fall into the flames of war and gunpowder!" Just when she was about to say something, she suddenly staggered and fell headlong on the ground. On the cold ground made of marble.
"I think we should send her to the infirmary first." Luna said helplessly while holding Professor Trelawney's arm with one hand.
Then the group of students hurriedly carried her to the infirmary, and Furong arranged a spare bed for her.
"What happened to her?" she asked.
"When the professor was doing divination for us, the crystal ball suddenly shattered. She was muttering that Hogwarts was about to usher in a war, and then..."
A Hufflepuff girl explained quickly.
"Divination often has some price to pay. The more accurate and important the divination, the more expensive it will be." Compared with other prejudices about divination, Fu Rong showed a considerable understanding of it.
"Let her rest for a while."
As soon as Fleur finished speaking, Professor Trelawney stood up from her soft buttocks.
"I want to find McGonagall, and I want to tell her that Hogwarts is about to face disaster!"
"As long as the mysterious person continues to expand his power, Hogwarts will be targeted sooner or later." Fu Rong said suddenly.
This is pretty self-explanatory.
Trelawney's eyes lost their luster, and she seemed to think of the confrontation between Voldemort and Dumbledore in the Ministry of Magic.
Voldemort's threatening words rang out again.
After screaming, he fainted again.
The next teacher seemed very abnormal. After a simple examination, Furong said that there was nothing serious, so she was discharged from the hospital. The suggestion was that she needs to rest more.
But instead of continuing the class, Trelawney went to McGonagall's professor to explain to her the future she had "seen".
"Minerva, the situation is very serious now."
"Minerva, Hogwarts is facing a huge crisis!"
McGonagall was patient with her in the first few sentences, listening to her rambling in the office, and then refused to communicate with her directly.
This female professor is talking all day long.
At lunch, she was separated from Professor McGonagall and Flitwick in the teacher's seat in the Great Hall.
"Minerva, there is a gas in your head, it is unknown..."
"Filius, your complexion is as ominous as Minerva's, so you should pay more attention recently."
"Oh, I see." The usually kind Flitwick said impatiently.
The initial reminder was accepted as good intentions, but the nagging curse, no matter how it sounded, no one with the best self-cultivation would accept it.
"Mr. Slughorn, you are lucky, and you will be safe in the future." Trelawney raised her hand, and sat beside him unceremoniously.
"Uh, ha ha." Slughorn twirled his beard, noncommittal.
"A traitor will appear among us." Just as Professor McGonagall was about to put a spoonful of pudding into his mouth, he was interrupted.
Trelawney said emphatically.
"Sybil, if you don't let us eat properly, perhaps the nearest disaster we'll have is indigestion."
Professor McGonagall looked angry.
"A prophet is destined to be lonely." She muttered and finally shut up.
"By the way, where is Severus?" McGonagall suddenly asked from left to right
"I don't know where it is, he seems a little uncomfortable."
At this time, the person they were talking about, not long after getting rid of the pain, quickly found his student who had just helped.
"Although I don't want to break my promise so soon."
"But it's still about you, Draco."
"Your father is out of luck. He seems to have lost something very important to the Dark Lord." Snape said gloomily, his dark eyes fixed on his student.
Malfoy couldn't see any emotion or anger on his face, he just clenched his fingers and stared at the table in front of him with all kinds of utensils in a daze.