Chapter 82: Divination

　　 Malfoy felt a little nervous, he was going to class.
　　 Even in Professor McGonagall's class, he often behaved easily, but today's class may not be as relaxed as he expected.
Sybil Trelawney, the teacher of Malfoy's Divination Class today, a crazy witch, wearing a pair of glasses that can magnify her eyes many times, a lot of beads and necklaces around her neck, arms and hands Full of bracelets and bracelets.
　　Everyone thinks her predictions are unreasonable and almost never missed. This is also true. For example, she made some cursing prophecies when she taught Gryffindor, what kind of flu will cause temporary suspension and her own loss of voice. But in fact, her prediction was extremely accurate. The sentence "Thirteen people eat together, and the first person to stand up after a meal will die first." The curse killed Dumbledore, the curse killed Sirius, the curse died After Lupin, it is not an exaggeration to call it the strongest causal weapon. Other major event predictions have not failed.
　　 She is the great granddaughter of the Greek priestess Kassandra Trelawni, and the fate of the priestess is just as fateful, and she has prophesied a hundred times, and no one has ever believed it.
　　 Perhaps people who are favored by God will have unspeakable pain. The East’s Ji Gong monk seems to do the same. He is very talented, and the price he pays is to spend the rest of his life under madness.
　　Malfoy can only hope that she has been in a state of confusion, don't wake up after seeing herself, and then a few more crow mouths, it will not be fun.
Relying on the railing of the stairs on the first floor, Malfoy waited for Pansy. She took a morning off today and woke up at noon. Malfoy went to the ward to visit her and found her red. , So they arranged to go to the divination class together in the afternoon.
"It seems that the nerves of the boys are really large, and our savior can only participate in the party just for a little while." Malfoy began to think about it, thinking about the differences in thoughts and acceptance of fear between men and women. ability.
　　 "Have you waited a long time?" Pansy walked briskly, pulling Malfoy back to reality, which was beyond Malfoy's expectations, because she didn't ask this sentence.
　　 "Of course not, I have just arrived." He glanced at the clock and said. "I think it is necessary for us to go early for the first class. It is said that this road is not very good."
　　Pansi nodded, and her attitude was upright. Not only did she not want to be a towing oil bottle, but she also wanted to help the people she likes within her ability. The first step should be to correct her attitude towards schoolwork.
　　 They walked up the stairs all the way to the eighth floor. This is an unfamiliar platform with nothing. There was only a large painting hanging on the stone wall. The picture was a piece of grassland.
　　Malfoy seemed to be familiar with the car, and took Pansy without any bends to a narrow spiral staircase. Upstairs should be the classroom of their divination class. It was very quiet. It is still some time away from the class.
　　The two of them climbed the last few steps and climbed onto a small platform, but there was no door.
"Draco, look." Pansy said, pulling Malfoy's sleeve. Another finger pointed to the ceiling. There was a round trapdoor on the door. There was a bronze medal on the door, which said "Sybil Trelawney, the teacher of divination." While Pansy was still thinking about how to get in, the trapdoor suddenly opened, and a silver ladder was placed in front of the two of them. Pansy stepped back and was taken aback. Was startled.
　　 It was Malfoy who had been mentally prepared. "Let's go." He said back to Pansy, "Follow me after being scared."
　　 is strange to say, after the two of them used up, the ladder automatically retracted again, waiting for the arrival of the next wave of students.
　　 Pan Xi looked around, feeling that it was not a classroom at all, at most a mixture of attic and old-fashioned tea house. At least twenty small round tables are crowded in this classroom. Each table is surrounded by Indian calico armchairs and small cushions. Everything was illuminated by a dim scarlet light; the curtains were drawn together, and many lamps were covered with crimson shades. The classroom was warm and depressing, the fireplace was full, and a large copper kettle was burning on the fire, so the flame gave off a dull, greasy scent, which made her already full of sleep. A yawning, low-pitched voice was particularly noticeable in the quiet room. Malfoy glanced at her and said, "Take a break when you're tired, and her class is nothing good."
　　Pansi's face was stained with a red of his yawn.
　　Pansi and Malfoy both found a seat in the back, and looked around. There were only a few people in the classroom. The other students should still be on the road, and the professor did not show up.
　　 After a while, the other students sweated in from the trapdoor below. From the time point of view, they should have been late. Malfoy looked around and found no acquaintances. I don't know if his two followers did not choose this course or they were completely lost in a trail in Hogwarts Castle.
　　 There was a voice suddenly in the shadow, the kind of soft and fuzzy voice.
　　 "Welcome," the voice said, "It's good to see you in the tangible world."
　　 This was Professor Trelawney's voice, and then she came out of the shadows. The darker surroundings and the shiny one made a great contrast, making the students of Slytherin dizzy.
After that, it is a topic that is often talked about by old people. She first emphasized the importance of a talent for divination lessons, and ordered a few unfortunate unfortunates to make predictions. Even her madness, her predictions are often realized. As for Occasionally, when you are awake, it is a hundred hits.
　　 "You, there will be a blood disaster tomorrow, I think this bracelet can help you escape, you can return it to me next class." She generously lent one of her bracelets to a student.
　　 The student accepted with some entanglement. His expression was somewhat disgusting and frightening. For a boy, this bracelet was still too feminine, but in the end, fear prevailed.
　　 As for other things like "You will have a bad luck next week, you need to wear a blue headscarf." and "You will inevitably offend the people you like." It’s all headless, brainless and groundless.
　　 These prophetic and psychological hints reminded him of a movie he had watched in his previous life, the Matrix.
　　The prophet said to Neo: "Don't worry about that vase." As a result, Neo turned around and broke the vase.
　　 These words of the female professor are somewhat similar to the prophets.
"Perfect tea shape, boy, you will be lucky, but you need to be farther away from the person you are closest to, otherwise it may be dangerous, um, maybe." Professor Trelawney passed by Pansy's Next to the round stool, she glanced at her tea leaves and issued her first applause today. The blurred eyes of the female professor gradually got a focal length, as if she saw something cherished treasure, it seemed that the female student really liked her .
"Your aura is very strong, dear, you are very suitable for such a lesson." Trelawney said kindly. The eyes under her glasses were wide, and there was a hint of a smile on the corner of her mouth. She is even more elusive.
Pansy did not show the expected compliment and rejoicing, but her petite little face was covered with a cloud of slenderness, her slender eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and she might be complacent for such praise in the past, but soon The nightmare she had previously made her unhappy, and Pansy glanced at Malfoy with some concern.
"Say I have a halo, doesn't that mean that I might have predicted correctly, what about Draco?" Pansy thought of the dream involuntarily, and could not help but shudder again, and tiny sweat dripped from her forehead. The palm gradually emerged, and the palm of the hand gradually became cold.
　　 Suddenly, a warm hand held her arm and calmed her down.
"Did you think of Dementors again?" Malfoy saw Pansy look like it was disturbed by Dementors on the train at the time, and he couldn't help asking, but also stretched out to hold her cold palm. .
"Oh boy, you're going to make a mess." Professor Trelawney turned to look at Malfoy's teacup and couldn't help but speak directly to comfort: "My dear, you have to be careful, your head is shrouded A layer of darkness made me unclear, but I knew it would not be a symbol of luck."
　　 "Well, not right." Professor Trelawney looked at him carefully, his hazy eyes gradually clearing, "Darkness." She said solemnly, completely different from the tone she had just said.
"It's hard to say." Professor Trelawney held her forehead a bit painfully, as if encountering a huge problem, Malfoy clearly saw the change in her personality, but even sober She still couldn't see through his own future.
　　 "This should be a good thing." Malfoy thought, and was really afraid of the havoc and life threatening words in her mouth. It's more accurate to make a mess, and soon he will "make a big news".
"Huh? Am I going to be stunned? Sorry." The mad personality seemed to return to her. She straightened some crooked ornaments on her head and continued to walk towards the other students' seats in a trance. , As if I had forgotten the prediction I just made.
　　 "A dark, unpredictable, isn't that what I need?" The existing trajectory to change his original destiny is exactly what he wants now, neither Death Eater nor the Dark Lord is attractive to him.
"Draco, are you okay?" Pansy looked at Malfoy in a daze, and could not help asking, shaking her hands in front of him~EbookFREE.me~ But she knew that his character was She would not be frightened by these prophecies, and she did not know what he was thinking.
　　 "It's nothing, I'm wondering how to provoke a big mess." Malfoy made a joke seemingly casual, and then continued: "It looks like you have a good talent for divination, how about it, are you interested in becoming a fortune teller?"
As soon as the words fell, Pan Xi shook his head in disgust and refused: "I understand the reason why Muggles hate wizards. They always prejudice things they don't understand, and I am the same." This is part of The reason, but the deeper reason Pansy did not want to say more, if she can really see the future, but unable to change, is it not more uncomfortable?
　　 She didn't want to be a fortune-teller who was as nagging as the female professor in front of her.
　　 It was Malfoy who was amazed by her words. The little girl who only knew that she had some different opinions, which was contrary to his expectations.
"Then the next class will not be used. Is it more interesting to choose a point, such as ancient magic? This class is very good for a deep understanding of magic." Malfoy made his suggestions, but soon felt himself A bit boring, Malfoy didn't think she would be interested in these.
　　 "Okay." Pansy nodded happily, but surprised Malfoy.
　　 "Don't you not like this kind of course?" Malfoy asked curiously.
　　 "People will change," Pansy said, staring at the tea residue on the table.