v3 Chapter 14： Here comes the woman!

"Nine o'clock in the morning, divination, Muggle studies, arithmetic fortune-telling," Tom glanced at the timetable. The nine o'clock column was packed full of three classes. "It's been a busy Monday."

He looked at Hermione who was picking up sausages and fried tomatoes. "Which class do you want to take first?"

"Anything, I'll do it," Hermione gave a blood pressure-increasing answer. But as soon as she rolled her eyes, she had a new idea, "I remember you said before that you are good at divination, so why don't we take a divination class first?"

"Okay," Tom naturally had no objection. He was also very interested in this course now.

"Get me some jam," said Hermione.

Tom watched in horror as Hermione sandwiched a sausage on his own bread, two slices of roasted tomatoes, and then smeared the tomatoes with thick strawberry jam.

"Ah this..." Seeing Hermione happily savoring the sausage jam tomato sandwich she just made, Tom was completely speechless.

Hermione also noticed that Tom was staring straight at the sandwich in her hand.

"It's delicious, do you want one? I'll make it for you."

Shaking his head like a rattle, Tom quickly picked up a slice of bread, spread a layer of peanut butter on it, and took a few sausages from the big plate. Feeling the soft aroma of peanut butter and toast, Tom decided that he was a "kingdom", and Hermione's way of eating was too evil.

The divination classroom is on the top of the north tower, some distance from the auditorium. So Tom and Hermione speeded up the breakfast in front of them and set off for the divination classroom ahead of time. Looking at the back of Tom's departure, Dumbledore showed a tired smile - he and the previous bigwigs in the magic world had not slept all day and night, and they were arguing about their respective cooperation methods. After breakfast, Dumbledore had to go back to continue the meeting.

Although Tom and Hermione have been at Hogwarts for two years, this is the first time to visit the North Tower. Arranging the divination classroom in the inaccessible North Tower would give the class and its professor a mysterious veil.

But to Tom, Professor Trelawney, who taught divination, was all too familiar!

There must be some kind of strange fate between him and her... You know, at the beginning, his divination talent was zero! But now it has been piled up to seven abruptly. Although it is not only the woman's credit, it has nothing to do with her.

Professor Trelawney and his Tom Yodell must be called "the most familiar strangers".

Tom and Hermione were twisting and turning on the eighth floor of the castle, seemingly disoriented, but they found the stairs leading to the north tower in front of a group of portraits of women in ring dresses.

The stairs were narrow and winding, and the surrounding portraits were mostly monks with grim faces. In the end, the two came to a small platform. There was no normal door on the platform, but a circular trapdoor opened in the ceiling, and on the door was a bronze plaque that read: [Sybill Trelawney, Divination Teacher]

After a while, the students came one after another.

"Mad..." Tom heard Ron's voice from a distance, and then a red-haired head popped up, and Ron and Harry came to the outside of the fortune-telling classroom with displeased faces.

Tom asked a question, only to know that the two were lost in the castle, and it was a crazy knight who called himself "Cadogan" who brought them here.

Harry and Ron seemed to be the last students to arrive, and after them, no one appeared.

Just as Ron was complaining about the Cadogan Knights, the circular trapdoor opened, and a silver ladder was dropped from above, landing right at Tom's feet, so he took the lead on the ladder and entered the divination classroom.

As soon as he entered the classroom, a strong and disgusting aroma rushed to his face, and together with the hazy red light in the classroom, Tom felt a motion sickness like vomiting.

The structure of this classroom is extremely strange, it is not like a classroom but more like an old-fashioned tea house in the attic. It was crowded with more than twenty small round tables, with printed armchairs and small futons beside the tables. Tom saw a large copper pot above the fireplace, and it was the source of the smell. As for the red light in the room, there is nothing unusual: all the lamps are covered with red cloth, so the light emitted is naturally red.

A row of shelves lined the circular wall, filled with fortune-telling props, but in Tom's perspective, it was just a pile of junk.

After all the classmates had climbed into the classroom, a soft, indistinct voice suddenly sounded in the shadow of the room, as if he didn't want to open his mouth when speaking.

"Welcome, it's great to see you in the material world. The arrival of one of you makes me a little overjoyed..." Accompanied by a tinkling voice, a thin figure walked out of the corner. came out.

It's Professor Trelawney.

Her dress, even among wizards, is a bit too offbeat, like an African high priest: she wears glasses that magnify her eyes several times, and wears a thin shawl with lots of metal sequins. , innumerable chains, beads, bracelets hang on his hands, arms and necks.

She motioned for the students to sit down. Her eyes turned around among the students showed a hint of disappointment: she had vaguely felt that something good would happen today, and there might be guys who came to school very much to her appetite, but just now she I looked around, but I didn't find a guy who was very suitable to be a fortune-teller.

The first time Tom saw Professor Trelawney, he felt the extraordinaryness of the professor in front of him. He could feel that this professor seemed to be a little different from other people: she had a relationship with some mysterious beings in the dark. There are innumerable connections, but most of these connections are entangled with some other worldly things from all directions, completely obscuring most of the connections.

"I'm Professor Trelawney, and I think you probably haven't seen me before, because I don't often go down to the chaotic and noisy campus to live, which would make my third eye blurred."

These remarks were completely bizarre to the ears of the little wizards. They couldn't understand what Tianmu was, or why living in Hogwarts Castle would make the Tianmu blurred.

However, Tom suddenly realized and nodded in agreement. In his opinion, the worldly life had indeed obscured Professor Trelawney's "inspiration" and made her less keen.

What she said makes sense! Tom thought so.