Giving the Professor a Taste of Her Own Medicine

The students gathered around, repeatedly pressing Trelawney for the results of her Divination.

She examined Harry's teacup closely, then suddenly her eyes widened.

"My dear, you have an ominous sign."

"What?" Harry didn't understand.

Not to mention him, almost all the students couldn't understand it.

"Ominous—" Sprout cried out, "My dear, ominous!"

Seemingly surprised that she couldn't understand, she appeared particularly shocked. "This is a big dog that roams around a gloomy cemetery!"

My dear child, it is an ominous sign—the worst possible ominous sign—an ominous sign of death!

Vincent squinted at the pattern on the teacup in her hand.

Aren't dogs supposed to represent loyal friends?

Because tea leaves are dark in color, they represent an ominous black dog.

Hermione, standing on tiptoe, saw it too, placing her little hand on his shoulder.

Fred and George weren't joking; Trelawney really was an old liar.

He was talking nonsense from beginning to end, using psychological suggestion and creating panic.

"Professor, I have a question." Vincent suddenly raised his hand.

All eyes were on his face.

"Different people will interpret the content differently, so how can we tell who is right and who is wrong?"

Trelawney walked over patiently. "That's what makes tea Divination so fascinating."

By analyzing the different interpretations given by different partners, we can quickly filter out students who lack talent.

She glanced at the pink teacup, and her lips twitched unnaturally.

"Darling, is this your teacup?"

Vincent nodded obediently, "It's mine, Professor."

Trelawney looked at Hermione standing next to him.

"This must be your partner, right?"

Let me guess, she'll definitely interpret a very good Divination result.

The seven members have a very good relationship, so good that everyone on campus knows it.

Therefore, it's not hard to guess what the result will be.

Vincent nodded obediently again. "She said I have good luck, and I've always felt that way."

"Wrong." Trelawney shook her head.

"Perhaps it was out of good intentions, or perhaps it was due to a lack of talent, but in any case, the Divination results she interpreted were wildly wrong."

The question mark is connected, and no matter how you look at it, you can only see lines that represent travel.

Moreover, there is only one pattern, and the good and bad can be seen from different angles.

Hermione pursed her lips, offering no rebuttal.

Trelawney's fingertips traced the rim of the pink teacup. "Darling, you're trapped by your own imagination."

This is a diagram based on the 'X', a diagram that seems difficult to interpret.

She picked up her teacup so that the students who had gathered around could see it more clearly.

"As I just emphasized, you need to broaden your thinking and look beyond the boundaries of the world."

Regardless of how Vincent was chosen, the statement itself is very convincing.

Trelawney's lips curled up slightly. "First of all, its lines are very straight, and every single one touches each other."

"Travels?" Lavender blurted out, clutching his textbook. "Professor, the four lines outside the 'X' represent four trips?"

"Far more than four times." Trelawney put down her teacup, her fingertips tracing a pattern in the air.

"Can anyone tell me what this means?"

The pattern she drew was "∞", which looked like a "?" with four lines removed.

But its lines are rounded, not straight at all.

"Infinitas?" Hermione frowned. "But the pattern is angled; it's not even an ellipse."

"You're wrong, darling." Trelawney picked up her teacup again.

"As I just said, you're trapped by your own imagination."

She met Hermione's eyes. "This represents 'infinity' without boundaries."

"Oh, I didn't know you could do that." Vincent nodded in sudden realization.

"Professor, according to your interpretation, am I destined to experience countless trials and tribulations?"

Trelawney's expression became very complicated.

She seemed surprised that Vincent, an excellent student, would dare to utter such an unfortunate Divination result, the exact opposite of good fortune.

"Yes—yes, darling."

"Professor, your interpretation is absolutely correct!" Vincent pulled her hand holding the teacup, his face full of gratitude.

"Life is a journey with countless opportunities, and I will definitely face the trials and tribulations with a positive attitude!"

Sprout was a little confused.

This student was so perceptive that she didn't know how to answer.

Hermione quickly covered her mouth.

Vincent is so wicked; he set a trap and then completely fooled the person.

According to him, no matter how unfortunate the Divination result is, it is all meaningless; the most important thing is to maintain a positive attitude.

"This—" Trelawney stammered, clearly having already realized what was happening.

She looked at the students around her.

Harry, who should have been feeling uneasy because of the ominous sign, breathed a sigh of relief;

Neville, who was usually very timid, stopped shrinking back.

Lavender and Parvati, who had previously been steadfast believers in tea Divination, now wore expressions of hesitation.

"It's getting late, I think we should end today's class here." Trelawney's voice was particularly muffled.

She withdrew her hand and poured the tea leaves into the strainer.

"Yes... please pack your things..."

The students silently returned the teacup to her.

Their eyes were complex, showing doubt, hesitation, and contempt.

As they walked out of the classroom and down to the Seventh Floor corridor, James couldn't help but give Vincent a thumbs up.

"Wow, Lao Wen is amazing!"

You gave the Divination Professor a good beating in the very first class. Looks like your dream of dominating Hogwarts will soon be realized!

Vincent's eye twitched violently.

I just couldn't stand this ambiguous behavior of teasing students, but how did it become a show of force in his mouth?

"You don't need to explain." James withdrew his thumb, tilted his head, and chuckled.

"I understand, this matter needs to be kept strictly confidential."

You don't know anything!

Vincent glanced at the students behind him.

This loud voice said everything that should and shouldn't have been said; I reckon by the afternoon, all sorts of rumors will be circulating.

A model student angrily confronts a professor?

How to expose the old swindler's true colors?

If James hadn't had to attend a second class, he would be in a much worse situation right now.

In front of the Transfiguration classroom on the second floor.

"You guys go in first." Vincent stopped outside the door. "I need to go back to my dorm to get something."

Arithmancy and Muggle Studies are taught at the same time as Divination, so he has to use Time-Turner to go back an hour.

And it happened twice.

Hermione didn't go into the classroom either.

She rushed back, nearly bumping into Ron and Harry who were walking at the very back.

"Excuse me, I need to go back to my dorm to get something."

Ron pursed his lips. "She's still the same. Even her apologies are so perfunctory."

"He probably went back to get his textbooks." Harry gestured for him to look at the tabby cat perched on the podium.

"Professor McGonagall has arrived. Let's go in quickly."