Seated in his chair, Kayson counted on his fingers. Gryffindor, the four little ones, four people—and Dumbledore had insanely awarded them two hundred and fifty points.
Hiss...
Silence...
Still silence...
Continued silence...
He discreetly looked up at Dumbledore, then at Snape...
Forget it. Better eat.
After the feast, he browsed through his office. In the end, he handcrafted a crystal ball stand from Obsidian, hoping Professor Trelawney, as a Divination professor, would like the gift.
The last time he had returned from France, he seemed to have given her tarot cards. But he had always felt that Professor Trelawney did not particularly like that gift, even though she had still reciprocated by dragging him over and trying to give him a prophecy of death.
Ever since then, Kayson had been so frightened that he had avoided her classroom for a long time.
"I hope the way I die this time is a little gentler."
He murmured as he raised his hand to knock, but the door suddenly opened before his knuckles could touch the wood.
"The Celestial Eye told me that you needed help, but it seems you were faster than I was." Professor Trelawney spoke without shifting her gaze.
"Oh... a gift." Kayson did not know what to say for a moment and handed over the Obsidian stand.
"Thank you. Uruguay, Minas, Giras, Knockturn Alley, and here." Trelawney carried out a large, cloudy crystal that flowed constantly and stuffed it into Kayson's arms.
"Uh... thank you." Kayson nodded awkwardly. Only then did he notice that something was off about Professor Trelawney.
He had previously heard Dumbledore say that Professor Trelawney's ancestor had been an exceptionally powerful Seer, and that Professor Trelawney had inherited that power of prophecy.
Though it sometimes failed, when it worked, it truly worked. Trelawney should