Professor Trelawney's Prophecy

Because he obtained a Sybill Trelawney card (gold), Sean added the previously unplanned Divination back to his schedule.

The card's effect is described as astonishing: an absolutely accurate and unalterable Prophecy of the future.

Before this, Sean had no way of knowing the specifics of the Prophecy, so it could be something insignificant or a terrible upheaval. Of course, if Prophecy his own terrible future, then he could only wait for bad luck to come.

Whether he wanted to keep the card hidden away or use it more reliably and safely in the future, Sean decided to attend Professor Trelawney's classes properly, since the professor's name was on the card.

As Sean walked into the Divination Classroom and sat down in the printed fabric armchair, he couldn't help but sigh.

The room, filled with a pungent aroma, was so hot it made him sweat. All the curtains were drawn tightly, and a dim red light shone on the small round table in front of Sean. Beside the roaring fireplace were a pile of teacups, Crystal Ball, quill pens, and candle stubs that had burned down to a sliver.

On the far side was a huge pile of tattered playing cards. Sean would bet that if Ian Teach, a seasoned playing card collector and enthusiast, saw those cards covered in yellow grime, he would faint from the pain.

This classroom is as eccentric as the professor in this class...

Sean's impression of Professor Trelawney was that of a teacher who inherited some of the blood of the Seer but liked to bluff her students.

In the original Timeline, Professor Trelawney's true Prophecy were all accurate, but her Prophecy in her normal state seemed to be something that every mediocre Divination would do— to Prophecy incessantly, regardless of the occasion or the person, and the results of the Prophecy always pointed to something ominous.

Sean remembered that the professor's Prophecy seemed to have come true, so he went to check with the more serious Percy and Cedric before taking the class.

Sean always felt that those Prophecy were mostly guesses... After all, everyone encounters bad luck, and this professor seemed quite good at observing other people's weaknesses.

Especially since Sean had already witnessed Grindelwald's true Seer.

As he expected, Cedric and Percy both gave the same information— Professor Trelawney had predicted misfortune for almost everyone, but very few of her predictions came true.

In other words, if you bet on all six numbers on the dice, you're bound to hit one.

Despite his thoughts, Sean made up his mind to study hard.

However, Professor Trelawney immediately gave everyone a "baptism of fire".

The professor, who looked like a giant, Winky beetle, suddenly collapsed in terror the moment he stepped into the classroom.

"What did I see..." she gasped, her thick-lensed eyes wide with terror. "What did I see..."

The other students were terrified. A girl tried to help Professor Trelawney up, but she tremblingly pushed the girl away.

"No, it's okay... I... I'm fine..."

Then she stood up shakily, took out a cup of hot tea from somewhere, and took a sip before calming down.

"Huff... huff... that was horrible... don't ask me, don't ask me what happened."

"Professor, what did you see?" someone asked immediately.

Professor Trelawney, touching her chest and still shaken, replied, "Ominous! I see great misfortune among you. I see death, I see disaster!"

The students all covered their mouths in horror, except for Sean and Hermione, who exchanged a glance and saw the helplessness in each other's eyes.

Frankly, if this were their first meeting, Sean might have felt that Professor Trelawney saw the Sin within him, but the key point is—he had been at Hogwarts for two years, and during that time he had had close contact with Professor Trelawney before, and the professor hadn't shown any fear then...

Moreover, barring any unforeseen circumstances, the professor will likely continue with vague and ambiguous statements.

Sure enough, when Parvati Patil of Gryffindor nervously inquired about the specifics, Professor Trelawney simply shook her head knowingly. "The veil of the future is blurred and terrifying; this is not the time for you to know. When you have learned the true art of Prophecy and Divination from me, you will understand for yourselves—provided you truly possess the talent to see through the fog."

Without Professor McGonagall's professional demonstration or Professor Flitwick's entertaining approach, Professor Trelawney still captivated most of the students at the outset.

At least, the vast majority of students from wizarding families are very convinced of this doctrine.

However, Sean and Hermione were clearly not too keen on it.

The essence of magic is miracles, but Prophecy is impossible to find the trajectory of magical power, and Professor Trelawney's performance is also very different from the Seer in Sean's memory.

As the class began, Professor Trelawney made a few more Prophecy about a particular student, filling the classroom with an air of charlatanism.

Sean finished his tea, swirled the tea leaves in the cup three times with his left hand, then turned the cup upside down on the tray, waiting until the last drop of tea had seeped out. He then handed the cup to Hermione: "Can you tell anything?"

Hermione, referring to "Unfogging the Future," tensed her little face, constantly turning her gaze back and forth between the book pages and Sean's tea leaves.

"This looks like an anvil. Does that mean you'll receive a gift from someone soon, or maybe a weapon?" Hermione asked uncertainly.

"Hmm, that sounds good..."

"Wait, if you rotate the cup like this... it looks like a door... This means you'll encounter some difficulties recently, and whether you can overcome them depends on whether the doorknob is pushed open... Damn, I can't see it."

Sean shrugged. "Actually, I've had a lot of trouble since I enrolled."

"Shut up! I'm comparing them! Good heavens, can't the book clearly list the direction and priority of observation for the figures? And what about solving them in combination? What about several different patterns?!" Hermione looked very angry.

Sean wisely refrained from provoking Hermione's anger. He picked up the girl's teacup and began to observe it as well.

"Hmm, it looks like a pile of poop... Let me see, there's no definition of poop in the book... Ouch, don't hit me, Hermione, it's just a metaphor!"

Sean spent a lot of effort, but he still couldn't figure out anything from that pile of brown tea leaves.

He even suspected that Dumbledore had participated in the compilation of the book "Unveiling the Mystery," which was full of riddles.

Professor Trelawney, patrolling the classroom, spotted the dazed Sean. She approached, took the cup from Sean hand, and examined it closely before revealing her characteristic expression of astonishment. "Child, this is an omen, a sign that you are walking down a thorny path! You are at odds with order... It's very dangerous, very dangerous..."

The students all looked over, Ron, sitting at the small round table behind Sean, muttered, "Sean was just kidnapped by Grindelwald last time..."

Immediately, everyone else looked at Sean with fear in their eyes.

Only Hermione placed her teacup on the table, looking quietly at Professor Trelawney: "Professor, that's my teacup."

Sean almost burst out laughing.

Trelawney gave Hermione a displeased look. "Yes, of course I know, that's my reminder to you."

As she spoke, she picked up the teacup that truly belonged to Sean again. "Ravenclaw's Diadem... you have real talent... you possess prestige that ordinary people can hardly attain..."

"Yes, everyone knows that," Hermione said calmly. "Sean is very popular and his grades are excellent."

Professor Trelawney retorted, "That's prestige."

Harry sat back in his chair, his hands resting on the back. "Sean has a lot of prestige—he made quite a splash in the Great Hall before we went to Newmontgard last time."

Professor Trelawney ignored them both and continued, looking at her teacup, "Eyes... you are being watched."

Then, her eyes widened. "This! A second pair of eyes... Oh my god, oh my god, you've been targeted by a terrifying being! This is... this is—ominous!"

She started having trouble breathing again.

"What does this mean?" Lavender Brown of Gryffindor, a round-faced girl, asked nervously, clutching her braid.

"That is...that is... No! Don't ask me anymore!" Professor Trelawney clutched her chest, giving Sean one last look. "My dear child, be careful. What you fear most right now may be coming true, or disaster may be approaching you!"

After saying that, she fled away from Sean, who looked helpless.

Many people also subconsciously took a half step back.

Sean rubbed his forehead, speechless. Before coming, he had considered that because he had been taken away by Grindelwald and then possessed by Voldemort, he was considered a rather unique individual among the students.

Professor Trelawney will likely use him to establish her authority—or more precisely, to use Sean to cultivate her image as a mysterious Divination.

Just like in the original book, she predicted that Harry was facing misfortune.

The reality is that the big black dog that Harry encountered, representing death, was his good godfather Sirius, and Harry didn't lose his life until the very end.

Now, this trouble has come to Sean's head.

"Maybe I should just keep that card at the bottom of my drawer..." Sean sighed inwardly.

Clearly, he couldn't learn anything truly about Divination from the normal Professor Trelawney, while the abnormal Professor Trelawney, possessing genuine Divination abilities, appeared randomly—but she herself didn't remember...

Perhaps, as Grindelwald once told him, you can learn spells, you can practice Transfiguration, or, if you wish, you can make friends with Magical Creatures with a sincere heart.

Only Prophecy —that's entirely a matter of talent. You either have it or you don't. There are no excellent, good, or passing grades in this course; it's simply a matter of knowing or not knowing.

When Sean walked out of the classroom after the Divination, Hermione followed beside him, holding "Unfogging the Future," her face still contorted with anger.

"She's just spreading alarmist rumors!" Hermione said in a low voice.

Sean smiled helplessly, "If you believe, it exists; if you don't believe, it doesn't. But it seems that Professor Trelawney's method works quite well among many students."

"That's because wizards are naturally inclined toward the Mystery Side, especially students from the Wizarding Family." Harry followed up from behind and patted Sean on the shoulder with a smile.

"And what about you? Professor Trelawney Prophecy you'd fall from a great height soon," Sean replied with a laugh.

Harry shrugged. "Wood recently raised the intensity of the training again. Besides, who hasn't fallen off their Flying Broomstick while playing Quidditch?"

Beside her, Neville, who had been reminded by Trelawney to pay attention to his grandmother's health, rested his chin on his hand and said, "My grandmother has been getting dentures made recently—and speaking of which, her last tooth is about to fall out. Does that mean something's wrong with her health?"

"Why doesn't it count?" Ron, who believed in these things the most, interjected. "Sean, what's your biggest worry lately?"

"Me?" Sean smiled. "Right now, my biggest worry is that my favorite lamb chops won't be on the table for lunch today."

Half an hour later, Ron, who was at the Gryffindor table, beckoned to Sean and then pointed to the table in horror.

Sean understood what he meant: No lamb chops today!

Shaking his head, Sean turned back to the table and took his second favorite steak and put it on a plate.

Daisy, who had been listening to Hermione recount the day's Divination, stood up and took a shepherd's pie. She placed the pie on Sean's plate and said cautiously, "Lamb, does that count?"

Sean cut a piece of pie and put it in his mouth, then said with a bitter face, "This taste... why does this thing have to be cooked with potato peels?"

"But at least it's lamb, maybe it's meat taken from lamb chops!" Daisy blinked, her little face incredibly cute.

Hermione took a sip of Pumpkin Juice and said calmly, "The food at Hogwarts changes every day, lamb chops are never a regular dish, and the England themselves rarely eat lamb—besides, Sean doesn't believe the Prophecy at all."

Sean stuffed the rest of the pie into Daisy's mouth. "You're right, I'm more concerned about you two now, after all, you're about to face the biggest challenge since you started school."

Daisy blushed and quickly chewed and swallowed the pie. "I think it tastes pretty good! At least much better than Leafy Pie."

Sean noticed the leaf stuck to the girl's palate and said with a smile, "Once you taste a real Mandrake leaf, you'll know what the unbeatable taste of dragon dung is like..."

"Sean, it's time to eat!" Hermione glared at him.

"Isn't this to prepare you mentally in advance? By the way, I suggest you don't drink Elderflower Cordial for the next month; it will amplify the smell of dragon dung..."

"Stop talking! Stop talking!" Daisy covered her ears. She usually loved sparkling water made with Elderflower Cordial, and this tragic news was hard for her to accept.

Sure enough, suffering is lessened when shared. Sean happily ate his lunch, now the center of attention thanks to Trelawney's Prophecy.

Seeing Daisy's gloomy face made him feel much better.

Hermione gave him a disdainful look. "Childish."

"Once the full moon begins, your mouth will be full of..."

Hermione interrupted him angrily, "Childish!"

Sean laughed even harder.