Professor Trelawney, the Honest

After breakfast, everyone went together to their first Divination class of the semester.

The Divination class class was held at the North Tower Top, a place far from the castle, at least a ten-minute walk away. Climbing the spiraling staircase was a challenge for the students going to the Divination class.

It's worth mentioning that quite a few students actually choose the Divination class; it's the top choice for students who just want to fill a spot, and it's more popular than Muggle Studies.

Unfortunately, the homework for Divination class is usually quite simple. You can easily get away with it by making up some bad things, which doesn't take much time or effort. You don't need to study hard either, because most students can't learn Divination at all; at most, they can only learn some Divination knowledge.

There's no way around it, Divination requires talent.

Very few people can truly predict the future.

"Is there a shortcut? This is really unlikely."

Lee Jordan asked breathlessly, noting that it had taken them at least fifteen minutes to reach the small platform below the Divination room. Several other people had already arrived before them.

"Unfortunately, there's no direct shortcut to get here." Fred took a deep breath and steadied himself before speaking. "However, there is a secret passage, but don't expect it to be much faster."

"Where is the shortcut?" Angelina asked immediately.

"Behind the Nun Portrait on the Third Floor," Fred didn't hide anything, "There's a path to the fifth floor, but you still have to climb the stairs here."

"I hate the stairs here," Albert muttered. The stairs they had come up were very narrow and spiraled upwards, making him feel inexplicably dizzy as he climbed them.

"This is my first class. What about you?" Albert noticed that Katrina was looking over, so he took the initiative to greet her, speaking in a way that the others couldn't understand.

"Just came from the Arithmancy," Katrina said impatiently. "It was really tough."

"What are you talking about?" Fred asked, raising an eyebrow. He found the conversation between the two men a bit inexplicable.

"Where's the Divination room?" George looked around and asked, frowning.

"Redheads are all a bunch of idiots," Graham Montague's sarcastic voice came from the side.

The relationship between Gryffindor and Slytherin has always been bad, especially among the Quidditch team, who take every opportunity to mock and ridicule each other.

"Since when have gorillas been allowed to call others idiots?" The Twins looked at Graham Montague in unison and said seriously.

Montague did not refute, because he had been cursed and his tongue was stuck to his palate, so he could not speak for a while, let alone refute the Twins.

He pointed to his tongue and gestured at his partner, his cheeks flushed red with frustration. He almost punched the Twins, but his partner stopped him.

Before Fred could continue his taunts, the Trapdoor above suddenly opened, and a silver ladder was lowered down. Seeing this, the others stopped watching the spectacle and climbed up.

"Well done!" George winked at Albert, clearly pleased.

Albert pretended not to hear and looked around the Divination room. It didn't quite resemble a classroom; it was more like a mix of an attic and an old-fashioned teahouse.

The classroom was warm, with a cluster of small round tables around it, each surrounded by several armchairs and soft cushions. A large copper kettle burned in the fireplace nearby. The curtains were drawn, and the lamps were draped in deep red shades, creating an odd atmosphere.

The circular wall was surrounded by shelves filled with dusty feather ornaments, candle stubs, old playing cards, countless crystal balls for Divination, and a large collection of tea sets.

"Welcome to the Divination class," Professor Trelawney said to all the students. "I am Professor Trelawney, and you may not have seen me before."

"Divination class is the most difficult subject of all the magical arts," Professor Trelawney said in a soft, indistinct voice. "Therefore, I must warn you from the outset: if you do not possess ' Inner Eye,' there is very little I can teach you. In this respect, books can only take you this far..."

After hearing these words, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, and most of them failed to understand what Professor Trelawney meant.

"Does she mean the book isn't very useful?" Katrina asked Albert, frowning.

"What she means is that Divination class requires a lot of talent, and without talent, it's just so-so," Albert explained in a low voice. "There are actually very few wizards who can truly predict the future."

"Mr. Anderson is right," Professor Trelawney said with a smile as she walked up to Albert. "I'm glad you could come to my class."

Many people turned their gaze to Albert, leaving him unsure of what to say.

"Please sit down, everyone!"

Professor Trelawney, seated in an armchair in front of the fireplace, continued, "This year we will learn various basic methods of Divination. The first semester we will learn how to interpret tea leaves. Next semester we should learn palmistry. By the way, I don't expect to teach you how to predict the future. As Mr. Anderson said, there are very few wizards who can actually predict the future, but I can teach you the most basic common sense and basic usage of Divination."

The students began to whisper among themselves.

"In the summer term," Professor Trelawney continued, pretending not to hear, "We will learn to see through crystal balls, which is also our main subject. If you have ' Inner Eye,' the crystal ball will take you into a whole new realm."

"I remember Albert could see things through the crystal ball already?" Lee Jordan muttered under his breath, whether intentionally or not.

"Oh, it seems Mr. Anderson has already acquired ' Inner Eye '," Professor Trelawney said suddenly, looking Albert up and down. "Then why don't we have him demonstrate it to us?"

Albert glared at Lee Jordan, then, urged by Professor Trelawney and under the watchful eyes of countless students, sat down in the seat next to Professor Trelawney.

Professor Trelawney placed a crystal ball in front of Albert.

At that moment, all the students crowded around, seemingly wanting to see how Albert would predict the future.

Albert stared at the crystal ball, reached out and ran his hand over it, and the silvery mist began to swirl, with shadowy figures moving within it.

He stared intently at the mist inside the crystal ball, pondering what he wanted to know.

Having learned from his previous experience, Albert had no doubt that he would fail.

What did you see?

Professor Trelawney's voice seemed to drift from a distant place.

"A pool of silvery liquid."

"A pool of silvery liquid?" Professor Trelawney repeated in bewilderment.

"I was just sensing a potential danger," Albert said softly. "I saw a pool of silver liquid."

"What do you think that is?" Professor Trelawney asked.

"Unicorn blood," Albert said with certainty. "As far as I know, unicorn blood is silver."

"Is there a unicorn carcass next to the blood?"

"No," Albert said definitively. "I only saw a pool of silvery blood."

"What do you think this means?" Professor Trelawney continued to guide the conversation.

"It's dangerous in the Forbidden Forest," Albert said cooperatively.

At that moment, everyone erupted in whispers.

"Everyone knows the Forbidden Forest is dangerous," a few Slytherin students couldn't help but sneer.

"I think you could organize a trip for the Slytherin students to the Forbidden Forest," Fred scoffed. "Perhaps you'll have some incredible adventures."

"Quiet!"

Professor Trelawney had to raise her voice to quell all the noise, "Mr. Anderson, please continue."

"As far as I know, unicorns are Magical Creature with great power, and few things in the Forbidden Forest can harm them. This is a bad omen," Albert said calmly.

Professor Trelawney looked at the crystal ball on the table, then at Albert.

To be honest, she wasn't sure if Albert was able to make predictions using the crystal ball.

During her time teaching at Hogwarts, Professor Trelawney never encountered a student with a true gift for Prophecy, but she did see a fleeting change in Albert's face just now, perhaps he really did see something from the crystal ball.

In fact, Professor Trelawney was right.

Albert had indeed predicted the potential dangers at Hogwarts, and he had even foreseen that, through the hazy mist, Albert had seen a scarf on the crystal ball.

He immediately recognized what it was: the ridiculous scarf wrapped around Quirrell's head.

Albert couldn't possibly reveal this, so he could only fabricate a true Prophecy and, incidentally, keep his few reckless roommates away from the Forbidden Forest.

"Professor Trelawney," Albert suddenly said, "I have a question."

"What's the problem?" Professor Trelawney asked.

"Why can't I see my Prophecy clearly?" Albert said. "As far as I know, a true Prophecy can see what he and others see in a crystal ball."

"Yes, yes, many people think so," Professor Trelawney replied softly, looking at Albert with a complicated expression. "However, few people know that this kind of talent is possessed by only a very few people."

"But having talent doesn't mean you can do it right away. You need to train, you need to try, and you need the knowledge in this area." She continued, "I suggest you finish reading ' Parting the Mist to See the Future ' first. This book will take you into the world of Divination, but you don't need to worry about it too much, because that's all it does."

"Alright, go back to your seat, we're about to begin the lesson," Professor Trelawney said. "Gryffindor +20 points, you certainly have a talent for that."

Perhaps inspired by Albert, everyone paid extra attention in class, hoping to have the ability to predict the future like Albert.

No one thinks they are incapable.

"Did you really see it?" Lee Jordan finally couldn't help but ask when Professor Trelawney was teaching everyone how to use Tea Leaf Divination.

"What do you think?" Albert asked expressionlessly.

Katrina, standing nearby, was furious. She couldn't be sure if Albert could really use the crystal ball to make predictions, but she couldn't accept that he had tricked Professor Trelawney out of twenty points with just a few simple words.