Chapter 84: I Foresee That Professor McGonagall Will Become the Headmistress of Hogwarts
He was just saying that when he came to find Professor Trelawney after class and encountered Professor Snape, he went up to greet him, but the other didn't even give him a proper look!
So that was the reason!
At that time, he was still wondering, wasn't Snape wearing new clothes and looking quite smug during breakfast?
The weather hadn't changed this quickly.
Dylan coughed twice, gave a somewhat embarrassed smile, and looked at Professor Trelawney.
"Dreams, they really are... truly something."
Worried that Professor Trelawney would continue this topic, Dylan quickly went on.
"Professor, I happen to have some new questions about the interpretation of dream elements today."
"Oh? What is it?"
Professor Trelawney looked at Dylan.
Dylan thought for a moment. "Like those recurring dreams, are they simple subconscious reactions, or as you said, do they symbolize certain things?"
Professor Trelawney smiled, the lenses of her glasses quite thick.
She slowly walked to a table piled with divination books, picked up a thick ancient book, flipped through a few pages, and said, "Dear Dylan, could you please get me a bottle of wine from the cabinet?"
Dylan wore a somewhat helpless expression. "Professor, you should know that alcoholism is not a good thing."
Professor Trelawney chuckled a few times. "I know, I know, but I'm very happy today and just want to drink a little."
She looked up, wearing a hat she had never worn before, and the purple robe made her look very different from usual.
"Alright, but only a little."
Dylan finally went to a cabinet and laboriously rummaged through the depths, finally finding a small bottle of wine.
He held the bottle and came to Professor Trelawney, raised it at her, and then handed it over.
Professor Trelawney's eyes lit up. She reached out, took it, unscrewed the cap, and eagerly took a sip, a satisfied expression on her face.
"One sip is enough, Professor," Dylan reminded.
"Okay—okay!" Professor Trelawney smacked her lips, but didn't take a second sip.
Screwing the cap back on, she looked at Dylan, silent for a moment, then sighed softly.
"Professor, what's wrong?" Dylan was taken aback.
Professor Trelawney's expression was a bit complicated. After pondering for two seconds, she looked at Dylan and said, "Dylan, do you know? Actually, I've always been at Hogwarts and not very well-received by the other professors."
"You know, they think my Divination class is ethereal and has no practical use."
Dylan frowned slightly. He naturally knew about this.
After a pause, he said, "But in reality, Divination is not a虚幻 thing. Since learning Divination from you, it has helped me a lot in my daily life."
—Such as finding the location of the Acromantulas in the Forbidden Forest.
"And I think your knowledge of Divination is absolutely solid. I'm afraid there aren't many Divination masters in the entire wizarding world, are there?"
Professor Trelawney's shoulders twitched twice, but she shook her head with a wry smile. "I can't be called a master, and—they wouldn't think so."
Taking a deep breath, Professor Trelawney felt the spiciness in her mouth and looked deeply at Dylan.
"Child, I've always felt that I'm not as good as the other professors. My talent isn't as good as theirs, and I can't use magic as powerfully... This even makes me not want to eat with them usually."
"But your appearance has changed all of this."
Dylan was stunned again. "Me?"
"Yes, you!"
Professor Trelawney nodded firmly.
"Ever since you started coming to me constantly to learn Divination, everything has changed. Those professors must have told you that Divination is a useless subject, right?"
Dylan blinked but didn't speak.
Professor Trelawney smiled. "However, you didn't stop asking me questions because of this, which has led to a slight change in the attitude of those professors towards me usually."
"Because they know that a clever little wizard like you wouldn't learn useless knowledge, and what's able to make you spend almost as much time on my Divination as on other subjects, you also go to learn."
"Do you know? They've even started asking me recently if I have any new prophecies about you."
Speaking of this, Professor Trelawney's expression relaxed a lot.
"Oh... then do you have any prophecies about me?"
Professor Trelawney paused, her gaze sweeping towards Dylan as if piercing through the mist, a hint of inscrutable meaning in her eyes.
For a moment, the entire tower was extremely quiet, with only the faint rustling of the hourglass in the corner.
Professor Trelawney's gaze lingered on Dylan's face for a long time, as if weighing something.
Finally, she gently shook her head, her hair swaying slightly with the movement, carrying a light sigh of regret.
"No, child, not for the time being."
Dylan wasn't surprised by this answer.
After all, Professor Trelawney's prophecies were basically said when she was unconscious.
Her actual level of Divination wasn't that ordinary, it's just that Divination itself wouldn't have a particularly high accuracy rate.
So, if Professor Trelawney wanted to make a prophecy about him, unless she directly rolled her eyes and fell into an unconscious state now.
Otherwise, just relying on Professor Trelawney's original Divination abilities, Dylan didn't think she could make any grand prophecies.
"Let's go back to the previous topic." Professor Trelawney placed the book she had opened in front of Dylan. "You can refer to this for your previous question."
Dylan stepped forward and looked down.
The book read—
"Dreams are mysterious passages to the unknown, and recurring dreams are even more urgent signals sent by fate."
Dylan raised an eyebrow and looked at Professor Trelawney.
"What is your understanding of this sentence?"
"Of course."
Professor Trelawney smiled slightly, stroking the crystal necklace around her neck with one hand. "These things are really heavy, I won't wear them tomorrow."
Dylan: "...Whatever makes you happy."
Taking extra lessons with Professor Trelawney had two downsides.
One was that after he asked a question, Professor Trelawney would always open a book and tell him to read it directly.
—Professor Trelawney could remember the contents of the book so clearly, she had obviously put in effort.
The other was that sometimes while talking, Professor Trelawney would suddenly jump to a tangent that deviated from the topic.
"Child, every dream element is like a star in the night sky, with a unique trajectory and meaning. Regarding dreams, I can only give you some inspiration. The specific understanding still has to come from yourself."
"Alright."
Dylan asked Professor Trelawney a few more questions, and without exception, she would accurately find a book that could answer his question from a pile of messy books.
After Dylan reread a passage pointed out by Professor Trelawney.
The two's discussion paused briefly.
"Any more questions?"
"No, that's all, thank you, Professor."
Dylan packed up his things and then told Professor Trelawney not to drink any more wine before saying goodbye.
"Go on, child, anyway, no one will come looking for me. Whenever you want to ask me questions, my door is always open to you."
After Dylan left, he returned to the dormitory.
Ron and Harry had already returned and were excitedly discussing Malfoy.
"Hahaha, after classes today, he'll have to go straight to Filch for detention, poor guy!"
"Hopefully, he won't be so scared he wets his pants!"
Dylan listened for a while but didn't join their conversation.
After a simple wash and tidy-up, he directly summoned Coal Ball.
"Moo?"
Coal Ball, who had just appeared, hadn't quite reacted yet. Its ears twitched, and seeing that it was its master, it let out a cry.
It shook its fur, then nuzzled Dylan's hand with its head, and then extended a small paw to gently scratch Dylan's arm.
"Moo! Moo! Moo!"
Dylan stroked Coal Ball's head, wanting to hold it and fall asleep, but Coal Ball extended its paw and pushed against Dylan, then patted him.
Dylan: "...You've been playing with Arno all day, aren't you tired yet?"
"Moo!" Coal Ball raised its head.
"You ungrateful little thing, go back, go back! I didn't see you liking to stay in the space that much before!"
Dylan huffed and waved his hand, throwing Coal Ball back into the pet space, then pulled over a pillow, put it between his legs, and quickly fell asleep.
Regarding Coal Ball, Dylan had also explained it to Harry and the others.
Just like Arno, it was a magical creature he had contracted with and could directly put into the space.
They didn't have much reaction to this.
A week passed quickly.
The weekend arrived again.
After breakfast, Dylan sat in the library for the entire morning.
—He finished all the homework he needed to do for the whole week.
Then he went to the dining hall for lunch.
In the afternoon, it was the time he had agreed with Professor McGonagall for extra lessons.
Dylan arrived at Professor McGonagall's office.
Regarding Transfiguration, Dylan had recently been asking Professor McGonagall how to better shape, reshape, and secondary shape objects.
Shaping spells was not simple, requiring extremely precise control, as well as sensing the flow of magic and its interaction with the outside world.
Including secondary shaping, this required Dylan to coordinate complex magic, such as simultaneously controlling multiple types of magic with different properties and effects, making them coordinate with each other without conflict.
And he also needed to have a deep understanding of the spell structure to ensure he knew which part could be changed and how to change it.
Today's lesson with Professor McGonagall mainly taught him how to shape amorphous substances.
Amorphous substances, because they don't have a fixed shape, such as water flow and flames.
This meant that there was no clear reference target when shaping them, and the wizard could only give them shape entirely based on their own imagination and magic control.
Moreover, due to the inherent properties of amorphous substances, they were also easily restored to their original state after being shaped due to external factors or magic fluctuations.
But fortunately, Dylan had mastered the max-level Fiendfyre charm.
The Fiendfyre charm itself covered part of the shaping magic.
This meant that his progress in this area was not slow, but rather quite effective.
Until the entire lesson ended, and it was almost time for dinner.
Dylan was preparing to say goodbye to Professor McGonagall, but Professor McGonagall pulled him back to his seat.
"Dylan, I heard from Professor Trelawney that you've been going to her quite often recently to study Divination in depth?"
Dylan blinked, recalling Professor McGonagall's previous reminder to him, paused, and then thought of what Professor Trelawney had said to him last time.
In the end, he didn't deny it and nodded. "That's right."
"Do you think you've really learned anything about Divination?" Professor McGonagall asked.
In fact, she wanted to directly ask if Dylan had been fooled by Trelawney.
What was so good about studying Divination?
Could he really learn anything useful?
"Yes, Professor, I think I've learned a lot, and Divination has helped me a lot," Dylan said affirmatively.
Professor McGonagall frowned.
"She... I mean, Professor Trelawney, has she made any prophecies about you? You know, she's only made one correct prophecy so far."
Dylan smiled lightly. "I asked before, but Professor Trelawney didn't reveal any prophecy to me."
"Frankly speaking, Dylan, you have extremely high talent in magical research, and I must solemnly remind you again."
"Professor, please speak."
"I think you'd better not spend too much time on Divination. It can be called the most unreliable subject at Hogwarts—the Headmaster originally didn't even plan to establish this course."
Dylan knew that Professor McGonagall was probably being restrained in her words.
What she actually wanted to say was that Divination was simply something used to deceive people.
Dylan pursed his lips and smiled. "But Professor, Divination isn't all lies."
"I didn't say Divination was lying..." Professor McGonagall paused, blinking quickly twice.
"Alright, I misspoke, but I believe I have an absolute talent for Divination that is no less than my talent for learning spells."
"Oh?" Professor McGonagall was taken aback. "For example?"
"For example, I saw some future events in the crystal ball, and I firmly believe they will happen."
"Why? What did you see?"
"I saw Professor McGonagall, you eventually becoming the Headmistress of Hogwarts."
"「」..."
Professor McGonagall was clearly stunned, completely unexpected Dylan would suddenly say this.
"I... eventually become the Headmistress?"
Professor McGonagall looked at Dylan's earnest expression, and the corners of her lips couldn't help but turn up.
"Hmm, alright." She parted her lips slightly and slowly exhaled. "Perhaps you really do have a talent for learning Divination."
Watching Professor McGonagall's obvious hint of elation, Dylan smiled.
"See, Professor? Listening to some good Divination results is also helpful for a smooth mind and body. It's definitely a good thing."
"But what if you hear bad Divination results?"
"Then don't listen."
Dylan's tone was casual, and he winked twice at Professor McGonagall.
"Didn't you just say that Divination and all that are just lies?"
"Hahaha~"
Professor McGonagall laughed out loud. "I never said such a thing!"
(End of chapter)
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