The Periodic Table of Words at Hogwarts

Chapter 434 Divination Lesson

"Is it better?"

Accompanying the girl to walk slowly on the wooden stairs, Zhang Qi asked with great concern.

"Well, I just had a good sleep without any dreams, and I feel much better."

Astoria rubbed her eyes, then yawned again.

"Go to bed early tonight. Don't keep thinking about those magicians. Their predictions have never been reliable."

Zhang Qi rolled his eyes gently.

"Oh? It seems like you have some disdain for things like prophecy, so why are you still taking divination classes?"

The girl blinked mischievously.

"Because it's easy to mess around with credits"...

Zhang Qi said helplessly.

“And do not the descendants of the true prophet stand before you”?

"I've always been curious, can you really see the future?"

Astoria tilted her head and asked very calmly.

"What I see are only possibilities in the future, but since I am in it myself, my subjective consciousness often affects the future direction."

"And what I saw were just images from the future, with extremely wide coverage, but extremely poor reliability. It is almost impossible to infer anything from those images."

"Astoria, history is like a river. No one can stop the flow of the river. We may be able to become the waves of the times, but we cannot escape from the river."

Zhang Qi popularized the correct view of history to Astoria, and the two slowly walked up the corridor amidst the conversation, and finally arrived at the door of the divination class teacher.

"Professor Sybil is a true prophet, but unfortunately her bloodline is much lower than mine, but her predictions are to some extent more accurate than mine."

Zhang Qi held his breath and opened the door. The aroma of black tea mixed with the smell of burning spices hit his face, making him roll his eyes unconsciously.

The smoke from the burning spices here is enough to activate the Delphic prophet in Hekmedia, but fortunately, there is no such thing in his body, so Zhang Qi naturally does not have to worry about his eyes glowing green. , Qiqiao sprays green smoke outward.

A very strange-looking woman with messy hair, wearing pajamas and all kinds of strange gypsy-like ornaments hanging on her body was leaning against the stove and falling asleep. She was wearing a pair of glasses as thick as the bottom of a beer bottle. Snoring loudly.

"This, this is our teacher"?

Astoria asked quietly in disbelief.

"I know what you are thinking, but it was this professor who made the prophecy about Mr. Savior and successfully sent that disgusting noseless thing back to Albania, providing an opportunity for us to kill him ourselves." .

Zhang Qi chose a hidden position at the back and sat down, and then observed the environment in the classroom.

The curtains used in the classroom are very thick. After they are closed, the only light source in the room is the stove and a few small candles. Some strange spices are burning in the small incense burner on the table, exuding a sweet smell. A breath that is greasy and enough to make one fall asleep.

Everything here is very suitable for people with prophet blood to explain prophecies. However, the concentration of spices here seems a bit too much. No wonder Hekmedia did not like to come here even though she had a good relationship with Professor Trelawny back then. classroom……

"The smell here is so strange."

Shen Jian didn't know when he opened the door and walked in. He covered his nose and sat down next to Zhang Qi.

"This is actually a water lesson, but the reason why I brought you here is that Professor Trelawney uses the residue of tea leaves to divine fortune. All the black teas are Dahongpao imported from China. The quality is slightly inferior to the ones your mother got before, but There is not much good tea, and there is no limit here.”

Zhang Qi gently knocked on a steaming teapot on the table.

"I've smelled it for a long time, but this way of making tea is really a waste of resources"...

Shen Jian looked at the teapot boiling directly on the stove, and the veins on his forehead almost popped out.

"I can't help it, I bought it myself."

Zhang Qi shrugged his shoulders.

"Ah, welcome to my classroom, kids."

After a while, when it was almost time for class, the woman who was leaning on the stove finally woke up.

"What we are going to take is a divination class. This is a subject that requires a lot of talent. No matter how hard you try, without a canopy, your efforts will still be in vain."

"Divination is a great subject and I believe you will enjoy it".

"Ah, this lady, what is your name?"

Trelawney stood up and walked to a table in a daze.

The three Ravenclaw girls sitting at the table looked at the weird professor with fear, but the other one looked calm and looked at Trelawney.

"Ah, a kind girl who has understood death."

Trelawney muttered something groggily, then walked away from the girl.

"She really has some abilities."

Zhang Qi frowned slightly, confirming Dumbledore's statement.

Being able to see Luna's identity and childhood experiences at a glance is enough to prove that Trelawny has the blood of a prophet.

"Uh, um, she seems to be coming towards us."

Astoria gently nudged Zhang Qi with her elbow, who was closing his eyes in deep thought.

"Ha, son of Zirol, I have to say that your mother is a real genius, a prophet whose strength can balance mine"!

Trelawny walked over immediately after seeing Zhang Qi, rubbing his hands very excitedly.

"Mind if I watch your fate, child? A seer cannot see another seer's destiny without his permission."

"Well, I don't mind that much."

Zhang Qi was also a little confused, frowned and rubbed his head.

"Huh? I can't see your future clearly"?

Professor Trelawney stared at Zhang Qi for a short while, and finally said with some scratching:

"Your future is a golden mist, it is as dazzling as the rising sun, I can't see anything"...

"Then what did you see"?

Zhang Qi asked very cautiously.

"I saw a strange red rope that was wrapped around your wrist and tied in a knot."

Trelawney blinked and his expression became even weirder.

“Let me see where the end of this rope is”…

This weird woman walked around Zhang Qi three times, as if she really saw a strange red thread wrapped around his wrist.

"Huh"?

After Trelawney circled the table three times, his eyes followed the line that he didn't know existed, and then turned in the direction of Astoria.

"It's so strange. The other end of the red rope is tied to this lady's wrist"...

"puff"!

"Cough cough cough"!

Shen Jian had just blown some cold tea into his mouth, and spurted it out after hearing Trelawney's words.