Trelawney was very good at creating an atmosphere, and in just a few minutes, the students didn't even dare to take a breath.
Vincent remembered the words of the magicians.
Once the atmosphere is created, some predictions will be made to increase the sense of urgency.
Trelawney leaned back on the rocking chair, her voice returned to its previous softness and indistinctness,
"In the summer term, we started studying the Crystal Ball - I mean, if we finished studying the Omen of Fire.
Unfortunately, schools will be closed in February due to a severe flu.
I myself will lose my voice.
Around Easter time, one of us will leave us forever."
After the three "prophecies", there was a tense silence.
Trelawney straightened up as if she didn't realize it, and said to Lavender who was huddled in the chair nearest to her in fear:
"Honey, can you hand me the biggest silver teacup?"
Lavender breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, went to the shelf, took down a huge teacup, and placed it on the small round table in front of the rocking chair.
"Thank you dear.
By the way, the thing you fear most will happen on Friday, October 16th."
Vincent calculated the time and couldn't help but roll his eyes.
October 16th this year is obviously a Saturday, so this statement can only scare the little British wizard who is not good at mathematics.
Hermione next to her had obviously figured it out, but she still maintained her appearance as a good student.
The corners of Trelawney's mouth raised slightly, as if she was very satisfied with the students' performance.
After the process is completed, it's time to go to class.
"Now, I ask you to divide into groups of two, each of you bring a tea cup from the shelf to me, and let me fill the cup with tea.
Then you sit back and drink the tea until only the tea leaves are left. Use your left hand to shake the tea leaves in the cup three times, then turn the cup upside down on the tray. When the last drop of tea has seeped out, the cup will be handed to you.
partner to interpret it.”
She glanced at Neville, who was still shrinking his neck, "You can read the fifth and sixth pages of "Parting Through the Fog to See the Future" to interpret the shape of the tea leaves.
I will patrol among you, help you, and guide you.
Oh, dear—" She grabbed Neville's arm as he was about to stand up.
"After you break the first teacup, could you please pick one with a blue pattern? I really like the pink one."
Vincent stood up and went to the shelf to choose a black one, and then heard the crisp sound of broken porcelain next to him.
Sure enough it was Neville.
He squatted down in a panic, probably trying to pick up the pieces of the tea cup.
But Trelawney arrived first with dustpan and broom in hand.
"Honey, if you don't mind, take a blue one, thank you."
Vincent put the black tea cup away, and when she bent down to clean up the debris, he reached out and picked up the pink tea cup.
Hermione pursed her lips and picked up the black tea cup he put down.
After Lockhart's baptism last year, she certainly understood that it was not a coincidence that Neville broke the teacup.
First, give a psychological hint to make Neville worry about grandma's current situation.
Then he deepens the tension through prophecies, and finally uses words to guide him who has unconsciously chosen to believe.
There's a level to it!
After all, after spending more than ten years in school, how could he be as simple as the old liar the twins talk about.
Follow the instructions and return to your seat to drink the tea, shake the tea leaves three times, drain the tea, and then exchange cups.
Hermione flipped back and forth between pages five and six of her textbook.
Vincent was shaking the tea leaves a lot just now, and he already felt that something was wrong.
According to the content in the textbook, the speed of drinking tea, your mood, and the force with which you put down the cup will ultimately affect the shape and distribution of the tea leaves scattered at the bottom of the cup.
If your fortune is good, it will be in the shape of a "ten"; if your fortune is bad, it will be in the shape of an "X".
And mutual exchange of interpretations will allow people with different fortunes to see different shapes.
You might think of scissors as a heart, or something that looks nothing like a grimace.
Select 4 patterns from the complex and abstract tea leaves and combine them together to get the final result of this divination.
But what the hell are the tea leaves in the pink tea cup?
How can anyone shake out the magic runes, or is there only a "?" that symbolizes him.
"Expand your ideas, dear" Trelawney's voice suddenly sounded,
"Let your vision transcend worldly boundaries!"
Hermione's face was stiff, "Did you use a wandless method to cast spells?"
Vincent nodded under the gaze of her big, affirming eyes.
"Okay..." Hermione lowered her head and turned the pink tea cup.
This magic rune looks like both "ten" and "X".
The patterns are connected together, and although nothing can be read from them, she has the final say on the fate.
"You are very lucky."
The corners of Vincent's mouth raised slightly.
Hermione tilted her little head and said expressionlessly: "Because you have a good partner."
"That's great!" Vincent looked down at the black tea cup, then picked up the textbook to interpret:
"I saw a bird, which means you will be very lucky.
And the hat, which is a harbinger of success."
James and Alfred on the other side of the round table looked over.
There are no birds and hats, they are obviously clocks and crabs.
One represents recovery from illness, and one represents the enemy nearby.
"Finally, there's the word 'cross' and the butterfly." Vincent opened his two big faces and said,
"Together, you will have a smooth life recently, and you will also realize one of your wishes."
James curled his lips after being pushed back.
Different fortunes can be seen from different angles, and the butterfly representing joy is very similar to the bat representing disappointment.
Alfred, who suddenly understood, gave a thumbs up, "Old Wen, you are also a good partner!"
To put it bluntly, divination relies on sudden inspiration.
A talented fortune teller can guess accurately, but a fortune teller without talent will never be able to guess correctly.
The divination results will affect people, and positive and negative mentalities will lead to different actions, ultimately leading to completely different realities.
"Eagle!" screamed Trelawney, "honey, you have a mortal enemy."
She stood next to Ron and turned the teacup in front of him counterclockwise.
"Bludgeon... an attack."
Her voice rose a little higher again, "Oh my God, my God, this is not a pleasant cup..."
Ron's partner is Harry, and the eagle's interpretation in front is irrefutable.
"Skeleton...there is danger on your way, my dear..."
All the students' eyes were focused on Trelawney's face.
She turned the cup again in a panic, and she suddenly took a deep breath and screamed.
With a "pop" sound, Neville, who had just drained the tea, broke his second teacup.
Trelawney sat down on an empty armchair behind her, covered her chest and slowly closed her eyes.
"My dear child, my poor dear child... No, it's better not to say it - don't ask me..."
Vincent and Hermione looked at each other.
The professors in the divination class are not only qualified, but also quite high.