v4 Chapter 162： Professor Trelawney's Prophecy

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The final exam is a divination class.

After finishing this course, William had to work overtime to investigate the practice of the third-grade ancient rune.

That's right, his practice exam was squeezed to the end by all the teachers.

This highlights the concept of a younger brother.

The grades should be fully counted before the end of the term. The earlier you take the exam, the more time the professor of that course will have, and the sooner you will be relieved.

So, in the twelve courses, who will take the test first... At this time, it reflects the status of the rivers and lakes.

The Big Four's Mag, Snape, Flitwick, and Sprout, the latter two... one is a good guy, and the other has little sense of existence.

The first test is usually the first two people.

Such as Professor Snape, the fastest action, even after the written test in the morning, the score will be corrected before lunch.

Then, while he eats, he puts on an expression that looks like a fool to everyone.

Even deliberately looked at someone, showing a disgusting smile of schadenfreude.

Those who are stared at by him will subconsciously feel that they have failed the exam, and then affect the subsequent exams.

Neville, for example... has experienced this breakdown many times.

Old psychologist!

As the younger brother of William, all the professors squeezed his practice exam to the last position.

And feel at ease.

If it sounds good, it's the finale, but if it sounds bad... no one treats him like a scallion.

Even in the third grade divination exam, Professor Trelawney, who had always stayed at the end, was ranked ahead of William's practice class!

Isn't this an insult!

Who do you look down on?

Next school year, why don't you give that dead woman Babling a substitute?

Speaking of which, I haven't heard from her for a long time, and I don't know what I'm doing, whether I have gained Tom's trust.

William and Qiu walked towards the North Tower while thinking about things in America.

Many students sat on the spiral staircase leading to Professor Trelawney's classroom, hoping to memorize something at the last minute.

What is there to remember about this kind of metaphysical exam? You can pass with your eyes closed.

William has not taken this course for a long time, but it does not prevent him from self-studying.

Especially the famous "The Predictions of Tyco Dodonas", which he and Hermione often read as bedtime books and then randomly analyzed there.

But this kind of thing is the same as pushing the back picture. Only after the incident happens, will you realize it later and taste some flavors.

The door was opened, and Eloise walked down the stairs, looking triumphant.

"She said I'll meet someone I really like at Christmas this year," said Eloise triumphantly.

When she said this, the pimples on her face were full of oily sheen, like pickled salted duck eggs.

A few more students went up, and soon a familiar vague voice came.

"Autumn Zhang!"

Qiu quickly climbed the silver stairs and disappeared. About 20 minutes later, he walked down the stairs with an unhappy face.

"How was the test?" William asked.

"Ah, very bad, I almost got into a fight with her." Qiu shrugged.

"..."

"She said that in the next school year, I would encounter misfortune, something that I almost drowned in the water... Keep me away from the lake." Qiu said indifferently.

"Be careful, one semester is over, she won't say good things about you!" Qiu laughed.

At this moment, Professor Trelawney cried: "William Stark!"

After William and Qiu saw each other, they followed the stairs and got into the room.

In this tower room, the curtains are drawn and a fire is burning in the fireplace. The temperature is about forty degrees or more, like a sauna.

Even so, Professor Trelawney was wearing thick clothes, a sheer shawl, and various necklaces.

She stood by the cabinet, picked up a bottle of sherry, pulled the lid, and the room immediately exuded rich sherry.

"Drink, boy?"

Professor Trelawney asked, but she didn't mean to give William a drink, but raised her head and poured it 'ton ton ton'.

"..."

"Alcohol is a good thing. It can free my brain and better foresee the future." She said in a mysterious tone.

"Come and look at our stars," said Professor Trelawney softly.

She waved her silver basswood wand, and the light in the room dimmed, and it was like nighttime, with stars on the ceiling.

"Look at the dazzling sky...time you now...and tell me what you saw..." Professor Trelawney's voice was muffled.

"Oh—" William imitated the centaurs and said, "Mars is very bright today."

"The movements of the planets and the mysterious signs they show represent the destiny of mankind." Trelawney's voice was ethereal.

"Mars is bright...what does this portend?"

"The war-bringing Mars, shining brightly above our heads, hints that fighting will surely resume in the near future."

William repeated Ronan's words confidently.

"Really?" Professor Trelawney sighed.

"Oh dear, you haven't come to class for so long, you've missed a lot of important knowledge.

I'm a little disappointed with your answer...but I'm sure you did your best.

Would you like some sherry...not as good as the one you gave for Christmas, but it will give you some sober. "

"..."

William grinned and said, "Professor, I still have quite a few. If this can free up your mind and better foresee the future..."

"Really?" Professor Trelawney opened his eyes and looked deeply at William.

"Be careful, boy... Mars can cause accidents and things like that, when it's at an angle to Saturn, like this—"

William immediately repeated Trelawney's answer.

Satisfied, she quickly wrote something on the parchment in her lap.

William saw the word 'O'.

He stood up and turned to go to class, but a loud, hoarse voice spoke from behind him.

William turned his head to see Professor Trelawney froze in his armchair, his eyes dazed and his chin drooping.

As if possessed by a ghost, her eyes began to roll violently.

"Professor, are you all right... Are you drunk?"

Professor Trelawney spoke suddenly, in a hoarse voice that was nothing like her usual voice.

"As the sky grows gloomier, a vigilant night follows.

With the help of servants, the ruthless Dark Lord will rise again.

Coldness breeds resentment, and resentment breeds betrayal.

When the three traitors appear, there must be death... Death is behind..."

Professor Trelawney snorted as her head dropped to her chest. Then, all of a sudden, her head popped up again.

"Sorry dear boy," she said dreamily, "I just drank too much cheap wine, you know...my salary was cut, and I thought maybe it was fake wine..."

William still stood there, frowning.

"Is there anything wrong, William?"

"You—you seem to have just made a prophecy—that the Dark Lord, with the help of his servants, will rise again—and that there will be three traitors—"

Professor Trelawney panicked.

"The Dark Lord? The one who can't even mention his name? William, don't scare me This is no joke..."

William stared at Trelawney's face, wondering if she was lying.

"Go on, William, this tells us one thing, never drink fake wine!" Trelawney said quickly.

"I remember that you were teaching Ancient Rune instead? Dumbledore should let a teacher like you be the vice-principal. He is more competent than Minerva."

"..."

Are you sure this isn't the opposite?

Having known Professor Snape for a long time, William listens to anyone who speaks like... yin and yang!

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