Chapter 221: 3 predictions

The first day of the new semester just passed.
On the whole, there were no accidents...
Christopher Patrick, an exchange student, left a deep impression on most Slytherin fourth-grade students...because of his outstanding performance in herbal medicine and spell classes.
It can be said that in recent years, Slytherin hasn't had a student like him so brilliant in class.
...
The next morning, after Jon got up, he pulled out the timetable that Pansy Parkinson had given himself before.
On Tuesday morning, there will be two divination classes linked together, and in the afternoon there will be a polymorph and a defense against the dark arts.
After holding the timetable for a while, Sean Avery got up from the bed.
"I said buddy!" The expression on his face looked a little stunned: "How do I remember last night... a ray of light suddenly appeared in the dormitory... almost woke me up!"
"How come!" Jon shook his head: "I was the last one to fall asleep last night... You are not having a nightmare, right?"
"Maybe!" Avery nodded, then got up from the bed and began to put today's textbook into his school bag.
Taking advantage of this moment, Jon raised his wand and pointed it at him.
At the same time, he whispered a spell.
The other three people in the dormitory were either lying on the bed or with their backs to Jon.
No one saw this move by Jon.
Then, Jon picked up his copy of "Pull the Mist and See the Future" and hurriedly walked out of the bedroom.
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After breakfast, Jon walked towards the North Tower.
The weather outside is pretty good, which is rare in the UK in September.
The divination classroom is just above a narrow spiral staircase, and Professor Sybil Trelawney lives in a hut next to it.
When Jon walked into the classroom, he smelled the greasy scent that was used in this classroom again, which made him frown.
The curtains in the classroom were tightly drawn, and then many lamps were lit, and the lamps were covered with red cloth... The whole room was shrouded in a hazy red light. At the same time, there are a dozen small round tables neatly placed in the classroom, with two low stools beside each table.
The fortune-telling class was taken by Slytherin and Ravenclaw together, but at this time there were only a few poor students.
Jon casually found a place near the window to sit down... He wanted to wait for a chance to open the window for air.
"Good morning." Behind him, Professor Trelawney's ethereal and ethereal voice suddenly came. This old liar seemed to be watching Jon. She walked to Jon's small round table and whispered softly: "K Ristov-Patrick?"
"Yes, Professor!" Jon nodded.
"Fate has already given the guidance..." the voice said with a little babbling, "He told me you would choose my course..."
Professor Sybil Trelawney was a very thin woman, wearing a pair of huge glasses that made her eyes scaryly big on her thin face. She was wearing a string of rosary beads, necklaces, and bracelets, shining in the light.
"Of course." Jon nodded calmly: "In Durmstrang, my favorite course is fortune telling!"
"Oh, isn't it?" Professor Trelawney looked surprised, and she shook her head with regret: "Maybe what I said would be cruel... But for the course of divination, just interest is not enough. ; If you don’t have the Horizon, then there is very little I can teach you..."
"I'm sorry, professor, but..." Jon paused and continued: "In Durmstrang, Professor Stark once praised me as the most talented person he had ever seen in a fortune-telling class. student!"
He made up a name indiscriminately.
"What?" Trelawney let out a strange cry of surprise.
"Professor Stark, Durmstrang's divination teacher, the most famous predictor in Northern Europe." Jon deliberately raised his tone: "Professor Trelawney, have you never heard of him?"
"How could it be..." Professor Trelawney shook her head quickly, her voice lowered subconsciously: "Last Christmas... I ate with him..."
"Last Christmas, didn't you attend the Christmas ball at Hogwarts..." Jon thought secretly.
But he didn't expose Trelawney to his face.
With the brief exchange between them, the students of Slytherin and Ravenclaw gradually arrived... They almost filled the classroom.
The divination class began.
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"Our lesson today is about the crystal ball..."
"Crystal ball is a particularly delicate skill of divination!" Professor Sybil Trelawney, as if sleepwalking, said hoarsely: "Because you are the first time to spy on this unfathomable sphere, I don't expect What do some of you see..."
"...We should start by practicing relaxing our subjective consciousness and external eyes. This will clarify our consciousness. If we are lucky, some of you may be able to see something before get out of class is over..."
"What's wrong, Mr. Patrick?" Professor Trelawney blinked suddenly, and looked at Jon again.
"I think I have seen a little future in the crystal ball, Professor!" Jon stood up and said.
The eyes of the entire classroom were almost focused on Jon.
At the same time, the voice of whispers began to sound... Divination class has always been a course that students hate~EbookFREE.me~ Almost most people think Trelawney is an old liar, so now, nearly half of the students have not Take out their textbooks.
"Oh, is it!" Professor Trelawney looked a little excited: "Great, give it a try!"
"Just in the crystal ball, I saw three things..." Jon said calmly, "That is, three prophecies."
"First of all, Sean..." Jon first looked at Sean Avery, who was sitting on the same small round table with him: "Please go to the old bookcase later and pick up a copy of "Pull the Mist and See the Future" , Please take a book that is more recent and has slightly cleaner pages... I don't like the smell of rotten paper."
Sean Avery looked puzzled.
"Then Miss Greengrass..." Jon continued:
Astoria Greengrass raised her head and looked at Jon with a surprised look.
"Please be careful after you break the first crystal ball later... don't break the second one..."