Malfoy felt a little nervous. He had to go to class.
Even in Professor McGonagall's class, he often performed with ease, but today's class may not be as easy as he expected.
Sybill Trelawney, Malfoy's divination class teacher today, a crazy witch, wearing a pair of glasses that can magnify her eyes many times, with many beads and necklaces around her neck, wearing arms and hands Full of bangle bracelets.
Ordinary people think that her prophecy is unreasonable and almost never hits. It's also true, like some of the curse-like predictions she made when she was teaching Gryffindor lessons, what kind of flu would come and cause the suspension of classes and loss of her own voice. But in fact, her prediction was extremely accurate, saying "thirteen people eat together, and the first person to stand up after the meal will die first.", cursed Dumbledore to death, cursed Sirius to death, cursed to death It is not an exaggeration to call it the strongest weapon of causality. Other prophecies of big events didn't come true either.
She is the great-great-granddaughter of Cassandra Trelawney, a Greek priestess whose fate was equally ill-fated, and whose prophecy was always true, but no one believed it.
Perhaps those who are favored by the heavens will have unspeakable pain, and the monk Jigong in the East seems to be the same. He is very talented, and the price he pays is to spend the rest of his life in a state of madness.
Malfoy can only hope that she has been in a dazed state, don't wake up after seeing himself, and then say a few crows, that would be no fun.
Leaning on the railing of the stairs on the first floor, Malfoy waited for Pansy. She had taken leave all morning and didn't wake up until noon. Malfoy went to visit her in the ward, and he was completely relieved after finding that her complexion had turned rosy. , So they made an appointment to go to divination class together in the afternoon.
"It seems that the nerves of boys are indeed relatively strong. Our savior is only able to attend the party after a little delay." Malfoy began to think about it, thinking about the differences in thinking between men and women and the acceptance of fear ability.
"Have you been waiting for a long time?" Pansy walked over briskly, bringing Malfoy back to reality from his thoughts, which was beyond Malfoy's expectation, because the original she would not ask this question.
"Of course not, I just arrived too." He glanced at the clock and said. "For the first class, I think we still need to go early. It is said that this road is not easy to walk."
Panxi nodded, and her attitude became correct. Not only did she not want to be a troublemaker, but she also wanted to help the person she liked as much as she could. The first step should be to correct her attitude towards schoolwork.
They walked all the way up the stairs until they reached the eighth floor. This was a strange platform with nothing but a large painting on the stone wall, which showed a grassland.
Malfoy seemed to be familiar with the road, and led Pansy to a narrow spiral staircase without any detours. The upper floor should be their divination classroom. It was very quiet, and it seemed that there was still some time before the class started.
The two of them climbed the last few steps to a small landing, but there was no door.
"Look, Draco." Pansy tugged at Malfoy's sleeve and pointed his other finger at the ceiling, where there was a circular trapdoor with a bronze plaque on it that read "Sybil Trelawney, Divination teacher." While Pansy was still thinking about how to get in, the trap door suddenly opened, and a silver ladder was placed in front of the two of them. Pansy took a step back and was caught by a small I was taken aback.
On the contrary, Malfoy was already mentally prepared, "Let's go." He turned to Pansy and said, "I'm a little scared, just follow me."
Strange to say, the ladder retracted automatically after the two of them had used it up, waiting for the next wave of students to arrive.
Pansy looked around and felt that this was not a classroom at all, but at most a mixture of an attic and an old-fashioned teahouse. At least twenty small round tables are crammed into this classroom. Indian print armchairs and bulging poufs surround each table. Everything was lit with a dull scarlet light; the curtains were drawn, and many of the lamps had crimson shades. The classroom was depressingly warm, the fireplace was stuffed to the brim, and a large copper kettle was burning on the fire, so the flame gave off a dull, cloying aroma, which made her sleepy again. Yawned, the low voice was especially noticeable in the quiet room, Malfoy glanced at her and said, "Take a rest if you are tired, her class is not very interesting."
Pansy blushed from his yawn.
Then Pansy and Malfoy found a seat in the back and sat down. Looking around, there were only a few people in the classroom. Other students should still be on the way, and the professor didn't show up.
After a while, other students came in through the trapdoor below, sweating profusely. According to the time, they should all be late. Malfoy looked around, but found no acquaintances. It is not known whether his two followers did not take this course or just got lost in a certain path in Hogwarts Castle.
A voice suddenly came from the shadows, it was a soft and indistinct voice.
"Welcome," said the voice. "It's good to see you in the physical world at last."
It was Professor Trelawney's voice, and then she came out from the shadows. The contrast between the darker surroundings and her bright light made the Slytherin students dizzy.
After that, it was a common topic. She first emphasized the importance of talent for divination classes, and then ordered some unlucky people to make predictions. Even in her mad state, her predictions often come true. As for Occasionally, when he is sober, he is absolutely right.
"You, there will be a bloody disaster tomorrow. I think this bracelet can help you escape. You can return it to me in the next class." She generously offered to lend one of her bracelets to a student.
The student accepted it with some hesitation. His expression was a little disgusted and fearful. For a boy, the bracelet was still too feminine, but in the end fear prevailed.
As for the rest of the "you will have bad luck next week and need to wear a blue turban" and "you will inevitably offend the person you like" are too much. It's all nonsense and baseless talk.
These words, which were like prophecies and psychological hints, reminded him of a movie he had seen in his previous life - The Matrix.
The Prophet said to Neo, "Don't worry about that vase." As a result, Neo shattered the vase as soon as he turned around.
In a sense, these words of the female professor are very similar to the prophet.
"Perfect tea shape, child, you will be lucky, but you need to stay away from the person you are closest to now, otherwise it may be dangerous, um, maybe." Professor Trelawney passed by Pansy's little Beside the round stool, he took a look at her tea, and gave her first compliment today. The female professor's somewhat blurred eyes gradually gained focus, as if she saw some precious treasure. It seemed that this female student was very popular with her. .
"Your aura is very strong, dear, you are very suitable for divination courses." Trelawney said kindly, her eyes under the glasses were wide open, and there was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, making her She is even more elusive.
Panxi did not show the pride and joy of being praised as expected. Instead, her delicate little face was covered with a cloud of cloud, and her slender eyebrows were slightly frowned. In the past, she might have been complacent about such praise, but not long after. The nightmares she had before were making her unhappy, and Pansy looked at Malfoy with some concern.
"If you say I have some halo, doesn't that mean that I may be very accurate in prediction, what about Draco?" Pansy couldn't help but think of the dream, and couldn't help but tremble again, tiny drops of sweat trickled down from her forehead. The time gradually emerged, and the palms of the hands gradually became cold.
Suddenly, a warm hand held her arm, calming her down.
"Do you think of Dementors again?" Malfoy couldn't help asking concerned when he saw that Pansy's appearance resembled the one that was disturbed by Dementors on the train, and at the same time reached out to hold her cold palm .
"Oh, boy, you're going to cause a big mess." Professor Trelawney turned his head and looked into Malfoy's teacup, and couldn't help but directly comfort him, "My dear, you have to be careful, there is a cloud covering your head." A layer of darkness, I can't see very well, but I know it can't be a sign of luck."
"Well, no." Professor Trelawney looked at him carefully, and his hazy eyes gradually cleared up. "It's dark." She said seriously, completely different from the tone just now.
"It's hard to describe." Professor Trelawney held her forehead in some pain, as if she had encountered a huge problem. Malfoy could clearly see the change in her personality, but even in a waking state She still couldn't see through his own future.
"This should be a good thing." Malfoy thought to himself, really afraid that she would say something bloody and life-threatening. But it's more accurate to make a big mess, and he will "make big news" soon.
"Huh? Will I be dumbfounded? I'm sorry." The crazy personality seemed to return to her body. She straightened the crooked ornaments on her head and continued to walk to the seats of other students in a daze. , as if forgetting the prophecy he just made.
"A piece of darkness, impossible to predict, isn't that just what I need?" Changing the existing trajectory of the original destiny is his current wish, and neither the Death Eaters nor the Dark Lord has any attraction for him.
"Draco, are you okay?" Pansy looked at Malfoy in a daze, and couldn't help asking aloud, and shook his small hand in front of him, but she knew that with his character, he would not be affected by these prophecies. Scared, as for what he was thinking, she didn't know.
"It's nothing, I'm thinking about how to cause a big mess." Malfoy joked seemingly casually, and then continued: "It seems that you have a good talent for divination. How about it? Are you interested in becoming a fortune-teller?"
As soon as the words fell, Pansy shook her head with disgust on her face, and refused, "I understand why Muggles hate wizards. They always give prejudice to things they don't understand, and I do the same." This is part of it. The reason, but the deeper reason Pan Xi didn't want to say more, if she could really see the future but couldn't change it, wouldn't it be more uncomfortable
She doesn't want to be a fortune teller like the female professor in front of her.
On the contrary, Malfoy was surprised by her words, the little girl who only knew how to play had a different opinion, which was beyond his expectation.
"Then don't use it for the next class. Choose something more interesting, such as ancient runes? This class is very good for a deep understanding of magic." Malfoy made his suggestion, but soon felt that he Kind of self-defeating, Malfoy didn't think she'd be interested in any of this.
"Okay." Pansy nodded happily, which surprised Malfoy.
"Don't you dislike this kind of courses?" Malfoy asked curiously.
"People change." Pan Xi said quietly, staring at the tea dregs on the table. (Notice from the author: Please use the novel app to read, free of charge and no ads, the web version affects the reading experience, please follow the WeChat official account appxsyd (press and hold for three seconds to copy) and install the novel client!