Having not slept for nearly 24 hours, Vincent went back to his dorm and went straight to bed.
The watch he took off showed 7:30 a. m., which was breakfast time.
Three hours later, it was dawn.
Five hours later, I got up.
His three roommates had already finished washing up, and this was the first time he had stayed up so late.
"Old Wen, where did you go last night?"
"Ah-ha—" Vincent yawned as he put on his slippers.
"Anyway, I didn't hide under the covers to read comics."
James, his face flushed, chased after him out of the dormitory.
"Old Wen, you must have sneaked out last night while we were asleep and done something shady!"
"Yes." Vincent ushered him out of the bathroom.
"Let me wash my face first, okay?"
After washing his face and brushing his teeth, Neville and Alfred arrived.
Judging from their expectant little eyes, they were definitely called over by the gossipy James.
"It's nothing, I just have insomnia."
That's it?
Despite James's relentless questioning, Vincent didn't utter a single word.
Having no other choice, I changed into my school uniform and went downstairs for breakfast.
They arrived a little late, but the students in one of Slytherin's dormitories arrived even later.
The oatmeal porridge was almost gone, and they rushed in just as it was time for the first class.
Vincent glanced at it, then looked back at the timetable in his hand.
At most three classes can overlap, meaning there can be three of him at the same time.
I don't know if the Marauder's Map will be displayed.
The first class of the new semester was Divination, taught by Trelawney, whose prophecies were Prophecy accurate and sometimes not.
As Vincent walked into the Entrance Hall, he glanced back at the Slytherin table and met Draco's furious eyes.
"Pfft—" I couldn't help but laugh.
Draco's gaze instantly turned cold, almost as cold as Snape's.
Vincent left with a long stride as he walked away.
"It must be Wayne!" Crabbe swallowed the entire bread roll viciously.
They quietly arrived at their dormitory, perfectly bypassed all the traps, and then poured an expensive velvet carpet full of sticky swamp.
Only one student in the entire Hogwarts could do that.
Coincidentally, Draco had a deep-seated grudge against him.
"Is that even a question?" Goyle picked up the last bread bag. "But what can we do with him?"
Wayne is a cunning bastard, and he's also the highest-ranking member of the school's School Board Member.
"The fart is the biggest!" Draco's little fingers turned white as he gripped the milk cup.
"That bastard only became the biggest by taking advantage of a loophole and bringing in seven acting School Board Member!"
His little face contorted in a grotesque grimace. "When we grow up, the castle will definitely not condone such despicable behavior!"
Crabbe and Goyle swallowed their bread and grinned savagely.
"Wayne's Gold Galleons are going to go down the drain!"
"How pathetic, spending hundreds of thousands to School Board Member for 5 years!"
Draco downed his milk in one gulp. "That bastard will get his comeuppance sooner or later!"
Vincent, on the Seventh Floor of the castle, walked through the corridor and arrived at the entrance to the North Tower.
As you walk up the spiral staircase, a section of silver ladder suddenly falls down from the open ceiling Trapdoor.
Climb up, and inside is the Divination Classroom.
The place isn't big; it looks like a small teahouse in an attic.
The small space contained twenty round tables, with printed fabric armchairs and bulging little cushions placed around them.
The curtains were drawn tightly, and all the lights were covered with large, dark red scarves, emitting a hazy red glow.
Beneath the lavishly arranged fireplace mantel, flames roared.
A large copper teapot sat on top, emitting an overpowering, nauseating aroma.
The circular wall had many shelves, crammed with dirty quills, candle stubs, tattered playing cards, countless crystal balls, and a huge pile of teacups.
In the shadows where the red light couldn't reach, the faint outline of a lake could be seen.
Vincent smirked and sat down at the front round table.
Harry and Ron, who arrived late, stood obediently like the other students, not daring to sit down like he did.
Just as the voices began to discuss the professor's whereabouts, a soft, indistinct voice rang out from the shadows.
"Welcome, it's so good to finally meet you in the material world."
A humanoid silhouette slowly emerged from the shadows and came into the light, which was covered by a deep red scarf.
She was very thin, and a pair of large glasses made her eyes look several times larger than they actually were.
She wore a thin, transparent shawl adorned with many shimmering metallic sequins.
She wore several beads and chains around her slender neck, and many bracelets and rings on her arms and hands.
Trelawney stopped in front of Vincent's round table.
Her appearance was mysterious, and the students who were taken aback immediately covered their mouths.
Lavender and Parvati were the ones who reacted the most.
They often discuss topics such as horoscopes, tarot cards, and crystal balls.
The Divination had already fulfilled the little girls' fantasies, and Trelawney's appearance only heightened their expectations.
Vincent was the only exception.
He didn't find it mysterious at all; on the contrary, he thought it was very charlatan-like.
"Sit down." Trelawney glanced down, her lips twitching slightly.
"My children, please sit down."
Hermione, who was standing in the corner, stepped forward and sat down next to Vincent without saying a word.
Neville timidly found a seat at random and ended up at the same table as Harry and Ron.
In this eerie and mysterious atmosphere, Trelawney tightened her shawl and slowly walked to the rocking chair in front of the fireplace and sat down.
"Welcome to the Divination." Her tone was the same as before, soft and ambiguous.
"I am Professor Trelawney, you probably haven't seen me before."
Because I've found that living in the chaotic and noisy environment downstairs makes my Third Eye blurry.
Vincent's lips twitched violently.
Besides being a homebody, it's also because there's no sherry downstairs.
Trelawney glanced over and gracefully adjusted her shawl.
"Let me put it this way, you made the right choice to take Divination. It is the most profound subject of all magic."
I must say this upfront: if you don't possess exceptional insight, there's probably only a little bit I can teach you in this field..."
Vincent quickly turned his head to the side.
It's not that they can't be taught, it's that they lack the talent.
He had long known that Trelawney was unreliable when she was sober, but he never expected her to be this unreliable.
Hermione's little feet gently touched him from under the table.
You still have to put on an act when necessary.
Seeing Vincent's "attentive" demeanor, Trelawney's voice unconsciously rose a few decibels.
"Many wizards, despite their talents in areas such as clattering sounds, various smells, and sudden disappearances, are unable to see through the mysteries of the future."
She suddenly opened her eyes wide and scanned the tense faces of the students.
"This is a talent possessed by only a few people."
Her gaze fixed on Neville's face, startling him so much that he immediately shrank back.
How is your grandmother?
Neville stammered, "It should be... it should be alright."
Trelawney straightened up, allowing the firelight to illuminate only half of her face.
"If I were you, I wouldn't be so sure, darling."
Neville gasped.
Just as he was about to ask why, Trelawney looked away and calmly explained the teaching arrangements to herself.
"This year we will learn the basic methods of Divination."
In the first semester, we focused on understanding tea; in the second semester, we began learning palmistry.
She suddenly looked at Parvati, "By the way, my dear—"
"Be wary of a red-haired man."
A look of terror crossed Parvati's face as she turned to look at Ron sitting behind her and quickly moved her chair away from him.