Chapter 611 The magic stick who pretends to be mysterious
After not sleeping for nearly 24 hours, Vincent returned to the dormitory and lay down in bed.
The watch he took off showed it was 7:30 in the morning, which happened to be breakfast time.
Three hours later, it was dawn.
5 hours later, I got up.
The three roommates had already finished washing up, and this was the first time he slept so late.
"Old Wen, what did you do last night?"
"Aha——" Vincent yawned and put on his slippers,
"Anyway, I'm not hiding in bed reading comics."
James chased out of the dormitory with a red face,
"Old Wen, you must have sneaked out while we were sleeping last night and done some shady things!"
"Yeah." Vincent pushed him out of the bathroom,
"Wait until I wash my face before talking, okay?"
After washing my face and brushing my teeth, Neville and Alfred came too.
Judging from their expectant eyes, they were definitely called over by the gossiping James.
"It's nothing, I just have insomnia."
That's it?
Under James's persistent pursuit, Vincent didn't reveal even half a word.
There was nothing to do with him, so I had to change into my school uniform and go downstairs to have breakfast.
It was a bit late, but students from a certain Slytherin dormitory came even later.
The oatmeal was almost at the bottom, and when we were about to start the first class, they came rushing in.
Vincent glanced at it and continued to look back at the class schedule in his hand.
At most three classes overlap, that is, there will be three of them at the same time.
I don’t know if the Marauder’s Map can be displayed.
The first class of the new semester is a divination class, taught by Trelawney, whose prophecies sometimes work well but sometimes fail.
When he walked into the foyer, Vincent glanced back at the Slytherin table and met Draco's angry eyes.
"Pfft-" I couldn't help but laugh.
Draco's eyes instantly became cold, almost as cold as Snape's.
Vincent left behind and strode away.
"It must be Wayne!" Crabbe swallowed the entire meal bag fiercely.
He quietly came to their dormitory, cracked all the traps perfectly, and then filled the expensive velvet carpet with swamp that would stick to the touch.
Only one student in the entire Hogwarts can do it.
Coincidentally, Draco happened to have a big grudge against him.
"No need to ask?" Gore picked up the last meal bag, "But what can we do with him.
Wayne is a sinister guy, and he is also the biggest director of the school."
"The biggest fart!" Draco's little finger knuckles turned white as he held the milk glass.
"This bastard just took advantage of a loophole and hired 7 temporary school directors to become the biggest!"
His little face was extremely ferocious, "When I grow up, the castle will definitely not approve of this despicable practice!"
Crabbe and Goyle swallowed the meal packages in their mouths and grinned ferociously.
"Wayne's Galleons are going to be in vain~"
"It's really pitiful, spending hundreds of thousands to be a school director for 5 years~"
Draco drank the milk in one gulp, "This bastard will get his comeuppance sooner or later!"
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Vincent on the eighth floor of the castle walked through the corridor and came to the entrance of the north tower.
Walking up the spiral staircase, a silver ladder suddenly dropped from the open ceiling trap door.
Climb up, and inside is the divination classroom.
The place is not big, it looks like a small teahouse in the attic.
Twenty round tables were placed in the small space, surrounded by calico armchairs and bulging futons.
The curtains were drawn tightly, and all the lights were covered with large crimson scarves, emitting a hazy red light.
Under the well-arranged mantelpiece, a fire was burning brightly.
There was a large copper teapot on top, emitting a strong and nauseating aroma.
There are many shelves on the circular wall, crowded with dirty quills, candle stubs, tattered playing cards, countless crystal balls and a lot of tea cups.
In the shadow where the red light cannot shine, a vague figure can be vaguely seen.
Vincent twitched his lips and sat at the round table at the front.
Harry, Ron and other students who had arrived late were standing obediently and did not dare to sit down like him.
When the voices discussing where the professor was were heard, a soft and unclear voice sounded from the shadows.
"Welcome, it's great to finally see you in the material world."
A vague humanoid outline slowly walked out of the shadows and came under the light covered with a crimson scarf.
She is very thin, and a pair of big glasses magnifies her eyes several times their original size.
She was wearing a thin and transparent shawl decorated with many shiny metal pieces.
There were many beads and chains hanging on her long and slender neck, and many bracelets and rings on her arms and hands.
Trelawney stopped in front of Vincent's round table.
Her appearance was very mysterious, and several students who were frightened immediately covered their mouths.
Lavender and Parvati were the ones who reacted the most.
They usually like to discuss topics such as zodiac signs, tarot cards, and crystal balls.
The divination class has already satisfied the little girls' fantasies, and Trelawney's appearance has raised their expectations even more.
The only exception is Vincent.
He didn't think it was very mysterious, but rather he thought it was awesome.
"Sit down." Trelawney glanced down, and the corner of her mouth seemed to twitch a little.
"My children, sit down quickly."
Hermione, who was standing in the corner, walked forward and sat next to Vincent without saying a word.
Neville timidly found a seat at random, and happened to sit at the same table as Harry and Ron.
In this weird and mysterious atmosphere, Trelawney tightened her shawl and walked unhurriedly to the rocking chair in front of the fire and sat down.
"Welcome to the divination class." Her tone was the same as before, soft and vague.
"I'm Professor Trelawney, you probably haven't met me before.
Because I found that living in the chaotic and noisy environment downstairs would make my third eye blurred."
The corners of Vincent's mouth twitched crazily.
In addition to its residential nature, it is also because there is no sherry downstairs.
Trelawney glanced over, adjusting her shawl very elegantly,
"Let's put it this way, you are right to take divination as an elective course. This is the most profound knowledge in all magic.
I have to say it up front. If you don’t have excellent insights, I may only be able to teach you a little bit in this field..."
Vincent quickly turned his little head.
It’s not that I can’t teach, it’s that I don’t have the talent.
He had long known that the sober Trelawney was unreliable, but he didn't expect that she would be so unreliable.
Hermione's little feet under the table touched him lightly.
You still have to install it when it's time to install it.
Trelawney saw Vincent "listening carefully" and her voice became a little louder unconsciously.
"Although many wizards are very talented in the fields of ping-pong-pong sounds, various smells and sudden disappearances, they are unable to see through the mystery of the future."
She suddenly opened her eyes wide and scanned the nervous faces of the students one after another.
"This is a talent that only a few people have."
Her eyes were fixed on Neville's face, and he immediately shrank his neck in fright.
"Is your grandma okay?"
Neville stammered: "It should be - not bad."
Trelawney straightened up so that only half of her face could be illuminated by the fire.
"I wouldn't be so sure if I were you, dear."
Neville gasped.
Just when he was about to ask why, Trelawney looked away and calmly explained the teaching arrangements.
"This year we will learn the basic methods of divination.
In the first semester we focused on tea leaf interpretation, and in the second semester we started learning palmistry.”
She suddenly looked towards Parvati, "By the way, my dear——
"You should be wary of a man with red hair."
With a look of horror on her face, Parvati looked back at Ron sitting behind her and quickly moved her chair further away from him.