After the Defence Against the Dark Arts exam, the Divination exam in the North Tower will begin.
The curtains in the classroom were all drawn, and the fireplace was even burning, filled with smoke.
There was absolutely no sense of mystery; on the contrary, it was stuffy and hot, making you want to get away from this awful place as soon as possible.
When the students came outside the classroom, Trelawney started spinning around in circles, seemingly in a daze.
He was muttering incantations, probably performing some kind of profound Divination ritual.
Hermione had a completely different opinion from Lavender's statement.
This Divination Professor, who loves to play tricks, must be worried that there won't be enough students taking his course next semester, so he put on what he thought was a wonderful performance for everyone.
"Ah—" Trelawney suddenly screamed and collapsed limply to the floor.
That's way too much effort!
Just as Hermione was wondering what kind of trouble she was going to cause next, Vincent, looking puzzled, strode into the classroom.
"A fake Dark Lord..."
Lying flat on the ground, Trelawney's eyes were vacant, and she was muttering something softly.
Vincent crouched down and leaned closer to hear what she was saying.
"The servant...the most loyal servant will receive help from another servant...to break free of the chains that bind him..."
The false Dark Lord will return with the help of his two servants... more powerful... more terrifying than before..."
Trelawney suddenly grabbed Vincent's arm and began to recite the final part of the Prophecy, word by word:
"The true Dark Lord is about to unleash his terrifying power... bringing long-lasting darkness and fear... utterly shattering all rules and order..."
She let go and tilted her head to the floor.
But then she suddenly looked up and stared wide-eyed at Vincent in front of her.
"Mr. Wayne?"
Vincent quickly regained his composure from the shock and extended his hand to her with great grace. "Professor, are you alright?"
Trelawney's confusion vanished instantly. "Oh, I had a little mishap while communicating with Third Eye."
She grabbed Vincent's hand and stood up. "Please don't worry about me, this is normal."
She moved her arms and legs, signaling to the students outside that she was alright.
"Oh, I see." Vincent walked out of the classroom, deep in thought.
The false Dark Lord likely refers to Voldemort, as for the two servants...
Compared to these, he was more concerned with the last part of the Prophecy.
Will it unleash terrifying power? Bring darkness and fear? Shatter rules and order?
What exactly happened?!
I was planning to enjoy the next four years of happy campus life, but why does this damn Prophecy always have to cause trouble?
Doing it this way could easily lead to a mental breakdown.
Hermione had been keeping an eye on Vincent.
His complexion looked off; he seemed a little frantic, or perhaps a little depressed.
If you don't know him very well, it's really hard to tell that he's agitated and uneasy.
She turned her gaze to the classroom, where Trelawney was holding a black curtain, presumably preparing for an exam.
As far as she knew, the old conman actually had some skill.
Could it be Prophecy?
For Vincent to act this way, the content must be...
"Okay!" Trelawney's voice interrupted her thoughts.
The black curtain had already covered a table, Trelawney stood in front of it, holding a crystal ball and watching the students.
"When I call someone's name, that person goes in to take the exam."
After she finished speaking, she went inside the curtain.
"Harry Potter!"
About five minutes later, Harry came out.
He squinted from the smoke coming from the fireplace, and his forehead was covered in sweat.
Hermione Granger!
Hermione walked into the classroom, lifted the black curtain, and glanced back at Vincent brows were furrowed.
"Sit down, darling."
She suppressed her worries and sat down opposite Trelawney.
"Please look at this crystal ball carefully and slowly, and then tell me what you see."
Hermione leaned down and stared at the crystal ball in front of her.
Apart from the constantly swirling white mist inside, nothing else can be seen.
"Professor, I can't see anything."
"Huh?" Trelawney's expression quickly calmed down. "Darling, that's because you're feeling lost about your future."
Hermione's lips twitched.
The old swindler does have some skills, but not many, and not now.
"Darling, please take another careful look."
Hermione strained her eyes, enduring the acrid smoke, and watched intently.
"Professor, I still can't see anything."
Trelawney's expression was not good. "Darling, it seems you are completely unqualified to be a prophet."
"Oh." Hermione just wanted to get out of this awful place as soon as possible.
Trelawney knew, of course, that she was impatient. "Go back and study your textbooks more; it will help you a lot."
"Goodbye, Professor." Hermione stood up, lifted the black curtain, and walked out of the classroom without looking back.
"Vincent Wayne!"
She approached Vincent and said, "Please don't take Professor Trelawney's words to heart. I was just telling the truth; the grades probably weren't very good."
If you can get good grades by just spouting random nonsense, then you might as well skip this Divination.
Vincent forced a smile. "I'll tell the truth too."
He walked into the classroom, lifted the black curtain, and sat down confidently.
"Darling, please look at this crystal ball carefully and slowly, and then tell me what you see."
Vincent leaned down and stared at the crystal ball.
Like Hermione, apart from the constantly swirling white mist inside, nothing else can be seen.
"Professor, I don't see anything."
"Huh? What happened again—" Trelawney took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down as much as possible.
"Darling, that's because you feel lost about your future."
Vincent's lips twitched.
He was absolutely certain that Trelawney had just said the same thing to Hermione.
"Darling, please take another careful look."
It was already done very carefully and meticulously.
Even without the smoky smoke from the fireplace, Vincent was absolutely certain he couldn't see anything.
"That's a shame," Trelawney sighed. "My dear, it seems you are completely unqualified to be a prophet."
Vincent gave a soft "Oh".
After being humiliated by two students who showed her absolutely no respect, Trelawney's composure was on the verge of collapse.
"Please go back and review your textbooks more; this will be of great help to you."
"I will, Professor."
They still saved some face, albeit not much.
"Ron Weasley!"
Hermione and Vincent left the North Tower together, just as they had planned.
Although they didn't get good grades in the Divination, neither of them regretted telling the truth.