Trelawney Who is Keen on Death Prophecies

Footsteps came from the other end of the corridor.

"George, did you hear something?"

"Why not go over and take a look? It's probably the Ravenclaw Students studying ancient books."

The footsteps gradually drew closer. Vizet looked up and saw two familiar faces—the twins, Fred and George.

"Vizet?" Fred wore a teasing expression. "It's only your first day, and you've already inherited Ravenclaw's fine tradition. You're up so early!"

"Doesn't look like he got up willingly." George exaggeratedly furrowed his brow. "Professor Trelawney must have gotten an itch to hold the most primitive form of Divination..."

"I see!" Fred nodded knowingly. "Randomly select a New Student and obtain a Revelation of Fate through a Blood Sacrifice."

Vizet was caught between laughter and tears. The twins' ability to make things up was a little terrifying.

"Is this lady also a professor at Hogwarts? Why is she drinking first thing in the morning and spouting a bunch of incomprehensible nonsense..."

"Professor Trelawney, who teaches Divination Class," George introduced her. "If I remember correctly, she's the Great-granddaughter of a famous Prophet. Honestly, I think she looks more like a Dark Wizard."

"Exactly!" Fred agreed wholeheartedly. "She's especially fond of Death Prophecy... She practically wishes every one of them would come true."

"Those are Death Prophecy. If she really wants the prophecies fulfilled, she can only rely on an evil Dark Magic curse!"

Bang!

Trelawney rolled her eyes, and her entire body went limp as she collapsed. Her head struck the floor with a crisp crack.

The twins swayed their heads from side to side and praised her as though they were appreciating heavenly music: "That sounded great."

This was the first time Vizet had encountered such a bizarre professor, and he had no idea how to deal with her.

Seeing that the twins seemed very familiar with her, he asked, "What should we do now?"

Fred crouched beside Trelawney and nudged her. "She's unconscious... As expected of Professor Trelawney. As a diviner, she manages to surprise me at every step."

He looked up at Vizet. "What subject is your first class?"

"Potions Class."

"Then we'll take care of this!" Fred draped Trelawney's arm over his shoulder and lifted her.

George walked over with perfect understanding and put her other arm over his own shoulder.

Fred said unhurriedly, "Your first class is also with Professor Snape. Knowing the way to the Hospital Wing will improve your chances of survival."

"Yes, remember this path to survival!" George put on a solemn face, his tone extremely serious. "If Professor Snape says he's going to poison you, go to the Hospital Wing immediately if anything feels wrong!"

"Poison?" Vizet's eyelid twitched. "Is that also part of Potions Class?"

"No!" The twins shook their heads in unison. "That's part of Professor Snape's bad taste."

"In a certain sense, he's quite impressive." George savored the thought. "A lot of the inspiration for our Prank Item came from the poisons he used."

"As long as he didn't poison us to death..." Fred gave George a meaningful glance.

George caught on and said, "Then the Poison becomes the Gold Galleon in our pockets!"

Vizet's curiosity was piqued. "What does a prank have to do with Poison?"

"You catch on fast!" Fred praised him. "I can tell you're genuinely asking us."

"Wanting to get to the bottom of everything—that's what makes a Ravenclaw!" George agreed. "You don't know much about the Magical World, so you've definitely never encountered Prank Item."

"Then you're in for a sight you've never seen before! Only the collision of potions and creativity, the combination of magic and Alchemy, can give birth to the magnificent category of Prank Item!"

They had a powerful sense of conviction about these so-called "Prank Item."

Before setting off, Vizet released his Magic Eye and looked at the tapestry not far away.

The tapestry possessed magic. The figures in the painting had all come to life: a Troll wearing a Ballet Skirt swung a Wooden Stick and repeatedly attacked a skinny Wizard who was leaping all over the place.

The wall opposite the tapestry was indeed suspicious. A dense Ancient Magic Power gathered there, forming the outline of an Arched Doorway.

Could this professor have come out of there? The Magical World really is incredible!

The Hospital Wing was on the castle's second floor. Before they even pushed open the doors, a strong Herbal Scent washed over them.

Madam Pomfrey was the Manager of the Hospital Wing. It was well-equipped and stocked with all kinds of potions, capable of treating most illnesses and various forms of magical injury.

A stern voice rang out. "Trelawney! Drunk again first thing in the morning!"

Vizet had just raised his hand to knock when a tall, thin, middle-aged woman came out first. Her bearing was somewhat similar to Professor McGonagall's.

The woman's clothing was distinctive. It resembled a Nun's Habit from the Middle Ages, but the skirt had many pockets, with various tools and potions faintly visible inside.

"Thank you." The middle-aged woman's voice softened. "And thank you for carrying her down again... The term has only just begun, and having a Drunkard lying in the middle of the corridor is simply too disgraceful!"

Fred came over to Vizet and nudged him with his elbow. "This is Madam Pomfrey."

Vizet nodded and watched Madam Pomfrey's treatment carefully.

"Episkey!"

Madam Pomfrey waved her Wand. Emerald Green light gathered over Trelawney's forehead, and the bruise caused by the impact vanished instantly.

She then pulled a test tube from her pocket, skillfully pried Trelawney's mouth open, and poured the entire dose into it.

Trelawney began Coughing violently, spitting out mouthfuls of Amber Smoke mixed with the smell of alcohol.

"Disappear!" Madam Pomfrey knitted her brows and waved her Wand again. The unpleasant Amber Mist immediately dispersed without a trace.

"Professor Trelawney, I hope you can show some restraint! Having a New Student see you in such a disgraceful state is simply too..."

"New Student?" Trelawney reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. She covered her face and vanished around the corridor corner at astonishing speed.

"Cool!" Fred and George whistled. "If Professor Trelawney didn't become a diviner but instead became a Seeker, she'd definitely accomplish great things!"

Madam Pomfrey raised an eyebrow at the twins. "And you two! Why did you give a New Student Baffling Brain Elixir? It doesn't have any side effects, but taking too much can cause dependence!"

"Who, us?" George pointed at his own nose in confusion. "Madam Pomfrey, you know us. We can't afford that."

"Exactly!" Fred nodded in agreement. "At most, we can afford Rosemary. How many Galleon would Tree Frog Brain cost?"

Vizet also helped explain. "Madam Pomfrey, I didn't drink any potion. They helped me bring Professor Trelawney here."

"Perhaps?" Madam Pomfrey bent down and studied Vizet carefully. "Does your head feel empty? Taking Baffling Brain Elixir for a long time can easily cause this."

Vizet did not want to reveal the Guardian Meditation, so he could only stick to what he had said. "I didn't take any Baffling Brain Elixir. Maybe I went to bed rather late last night?"

"Perhaps." Madam Pomfrey did not press further. She took out a bottle of faintly purple Clarifying Potion. "Just drink one drop. It should ease these symptoms."

Vizet asked curiously, "Madam Pomfrey, is this Lavender Tincture? I saw a similar description when I previewed this morning's lesson."

"Looks like we have a clever Ravenclaw." Madam Pomfrey nodded and used her Wand to draw out a drop of Lavender Tincture.

"You still have classes this morning. This will be enough to ease the symptoms without getting you drunk. Since you're a Ravenclaw Student, find a Crystal at midday and empty your mind. You'll have recovered by afternoon."

After leaving him these words, she turned and walked back into the Hospital Wing.

"Madam Pomfrey really is amazing." Vizet praised her. He felt much better now.

Fred laughed. "Of course! It's a shame Madam Pomfrey leaves the castle during Summer Vacation. Otherwise, we could stay at school all year!"

"That won't do!" Madam Pomfrey returned. "This isn't your private clinic! Be careful when researching magic and give me less to worry about!"

"Yes, Madam Pomfrey!" Fred and George raised their right hands in a salute. "We'll definitely remember your words!"