"Sit down, my children, sit down," Professor Trelawney said, her hands raised like a zombie.
Upon hearing Professor Trelawney's words, the students climbed into armchairs or sank into fluffy cushions.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat down around a round table.
Clearly, Harry didn't plan to sit in a hard chair; he reached out and dragged over a beanbag, half-lying relaxed into it.
The soft feeling made him feel as if he had sunk into a cloud, and he even wanted to take a nap in it—especially after Professor Trelawney began her introduction, he wanted to sleep even more.
"Welcome to Divination class," Professor Trelawney said, sitting in a wing-backed armchair in front of the fireplace, "I am Professor Trelawney, you might not have seen me before. I find that too frequently descending into the bustling school life can make my Celestial Eye blurry."
Everyone froze in place at this unusual declaration.
No one knew what Professor Trelawney meant by those words.
But Harry was obviously different. He whispered to Hermione and Ron, "Maybe she didn't wash her face when she got up this morning, so the eye crust is blocking her vision."
Ron let out a snorted laugh, though he managed to hold back.
Originally, Hermione wanted to comment on Harry, but she couldn't help it either, covering her mouth and shaking her shoulders for a while.
Professor Trelawney didn't notice Harry's little gestures, or perhaps even noticed, she wouldn't care. She meticulously adjusted her shawl and continued speaking, "You have chosen Divination class, it is the hardest course among all magic arts. I must warn you from the start: if you don't possess the 'Visual Field', there is little I can teach you, in this aspect, books can only take you so far..."
After speaking, Professor Trelawney made a hand gesture that would definitely be banned in South Korea.
"Many witches and wizards, despite their talent in causing intense explosions or in Herbology, cannot see through the future because they lack talent in divination."
Saying this, Professor Trelawney glanced at Seamus and Neville, Seamus puffed out his chest, whereas Neville shrank back.
"This type of innate talent is possessed by very few... You, boy," she suddenly addressed Neville, who almost fell off his cushion, "how's your grandmother?"
"Should I say she's fine or not?"
Neville said tremblingly, feeling unsure due to Trelawney's sudden attack.
"I'm sorry, dear," Professor Trelawney said sorrowfully, the firelight flickering on her long emerald earrings.
Neville felt a bit short of breath, if the professor said so, does it mean his grandmother...
"Oh, don't overthink it, dear." Professor Trelawney added, "I'm not saying anything is wrong with your grandmother, I'm just lamenting that you don't have a gift for Divination."
Neville took a deep breath, deciding not to argue with Professor Trelawney.
Professor Trelawney seemed oblivious to Neville's dissatisfaction and continued calmly, "This year we are learning various basic divination methods, using the first semester to interpret tea leaves, and next semester we should study palmistry—by the way, dear."
This was said while looking at Ron: "Beware of bald men."
"Bald men?!" Ron frowned, wearing a complicated expression.
He truly didn't know any bald men—even though baldness isn't a rare gene in Dai Ying.
"In the summer term," Professor Trelawney continued, "we will study the Crystal Ball—if we've already finished the Flame Omens. Unfortunately, this month, a malignant flu will force the class to stop, and I myself will lose my voice... Around Christmas, one of us will leave forever."
After she said this, the classroom fell into a tense silence, but Professor Trelawney seemed completely unaware.
"Um, dear," Professor Trelawney said to Harry as they were the closest, "could you pass me the largest teapot?"
Harry stood up and handed the largest teapot to Professor Trelawney.
Professor Trelawney accepted the teapot but didn't rush to lecture. Instead, she said to Harry: "Thank you, dear—besides, the thing you worry about most will happen tomorrow night."
Tomorrow night?
Harry scratched his head.
The thing I worry about most?
Is there anything I should worry about?
Harry assumed Professor Trelawney was talking nonsense; after all, diviners often seem a bit off, more than normal.
Professor Trelawney began teaching, and the class's content was about discerning the elements of popular divination through the shapes of the tea leaves after finishing the tea.
Identifying the popular tea leaf shapes in class.
"Expand your horizons, dear ones, let your eyes transcend the mundane!" Professor Trelawney called out in the darkness.
Harry drained the tea in the cup in one go, he lowered his head to check the bottom of the cup.
"What's this?" Harry curiously handed the cup to Hermione and Ron, "I think this thing... looks like a crab."
"How can that be a crab?" Ron scoffed, "You must be craving crabs... I think it's an eagle... The book says an eagle represents a deadly enemy, and your enemy is You-Know-Who, doesn't that fit?"