Professor Trelawney didn't seem to be acting.
Her situation surprised the young Wizard slightly.
"Save us..."
Professor Trelawney stared intently at Ian, her eyes revealing a clear fear and pleading, her hands, adorned with several rings, gripping Ian firmly.
"Uh, let's talk this out, don't squeeze my collarbone so hard." Ian was numb from the sudden attack, and he grimaced in pain.
This scene left not only the young Wizard at a loss for words, but also the students scattered throughout the classroom, who exchanged bewildered glances, some whispering that the professor was acting like a lunatic.
"Hmm?" Aurora tilted her head, watching the scene with a hint of confusion in her eyes. Her heterochromatic eyes seemed to be slowly rotating as if she had discovered something.
The bronze-colored sun was entwined with Olive Branch- branch-shaped lightning bolts, and the golden crown of fire swallowed the stars in the desert. The phantoms of spears and giant wolves floated in the frosty white Tongue of Fire.
There's a fire burning.
That's a volcano erupting.
It seemed to come from underground.
The raging flames licked the sky wildly.
Thick smoke billowed and surged like a ferocious beast. In that world, illuminated red by the firelight, it seemed as if the entire world had been dragged into a terrifying apocalypse.
The pungent smell of sulfur, like that of a volcanic eruption, seemed to penetrate the barrier between illusion and reality, burning her eyelids with an unbelievable intensity—it was as if simply witnessing this scene would draw her into its clutches, a truly horrifying experience.
"Hiss~"
Aurora winced and covered her eyes, which were peering into Destiny, but she did not forcefully stop the sudden Prophecy. Instead, she stubbornly looked at the abnormal Divination Class professor again.
then.
The Prophecy is still unfolding.
Many illusory, indistinct voices surge, fall, and perish.
The first to fall was the figure wielding thunder.
As the thunderbolt capable of shattering Titan pierced his own chest, twelve eerie chains suddenly shot out from the void, pinning him to the solidified amber-colored spacetime.
It was as if it were trying to imprison it from reality into the realm of the unknown. Moreover, a sandstorm erupted from the center of the burning sun disc, engulfing the figure of the sun disk above its head.
A broken bell rang out from the mountaintop.
The eight-armed dancer's toes spun in the flames, her Lapis Lazuli -like skin peeling away in pieces. Blood tears flowed from her third eye, solidifying into black stone in the fire. As the figure's last arm was completely engulfed in the flames, stars fell like rain.
There was also an eagle's head whose gold leaf had been peeled off during a violent hurricane.
The figure's scepter broke into nine pieces and sank into the desert. Fine sand slowly climbed up from the figure's feet, covering it, and each grain of sand burst into a supernova-like burst of light as it fell.
Another figure has perished.
Aurora felt as if she could hear the Nile River's lament—gazing at Professor Trelawney, the German Girl's eyes seemed to reflect an endless panorama.
That sense of despair was eroding Aurora's mind, making Aurora Magic Power increasingly chaotic and her emotions increasingly uneasy. Beads of sweat slowly slid down her platinum blonde hair.
However.
Because everyone's attention was focused on Professor Trelawney, no one noticed the Girl who was making Prophecy, yet she did not look away or stop her abilities.
to be honest.
Even Aurora herself didn't know why, but her intuition told her that the scene she was seeing was extremely important, and perhaps it was also related to Professor Trelawney's sudden outburst and plea for help.
A female warrior wearing a laurel branch on her head had her throat slit by her own shield; the fiery mane of a nine-headed behemoth was burning the star chains binding it; a staff wrapped with two snakes suddenly turned on its master; and Giant carrying a sun wheel knelt in a pool of blood, his bronze axe splitting his own spine—what a bloody and terrifying scene it was!
And in such a chaotic scene.
Aurora caught a glimpse of a figure who persevered to the very end.
"We've already lost."
The one-eyed man stood atop the volcano, holding a spear, his body covered in blood as if he had just survived a great battle; his weapon was riddled with damage and missing pieces.
The man's condition was not good either; venom had already spread through his body, climbing up his pupils and seemingly staining the colors he perceived.
As the Rune Chains rose from the magma beneath his feet, his ice crystal armor became a cage. However, the one-eyed man remained unperturbed by his constant disappearance from reality.
"You should go find that damn thing."
The one-eyed man spoke to the raven on his shoulder, and the raven flew away in the chaos, entering the underworld. When it returned, a larger "passenger" was perched on its head, but it was too lazy to flap its wings and fly. Beneath its brilliant black feathers were a pair of eyes that were unmoved by the apocalyptic scene.
Do you still stand by what you said?
Beneath the one-eyed man's feet, the web of Destiny, entwined with runes, was shattering. He looked up at the newcomer, an uninvited guest who had suddenly appeared in this world many, many years ago.
Seeing the other person nod.
"Alright, then let's devour the gods!"
The one-eyed man raised his hand, ripped open his chest cavity, and plunged the spear in his hand straight into his heart, uttering a final, deathly sound before disappearing completely.
"Then bring us back!"
The last figure fell.
The broken weapons and armor scattered on the ground spoke of the horrific scene. The little raven riding under the Raven's claws also vanished, and then it flapped its wings and swept away the mess.
This moment.
The scene abruptly ended in Aurora's eyes—she actually had a chance to glimpse what happened next, but after struggling in vain and feeling like her neck was being choked, Ian, in an emergency evasive maneuver, kicked Professor Trelawney to the ground, and she immediately couldn't see anything anymore.
"Huh? How did I end up sleeping on the floor?" Professor Trelawney, who was lying on the floor, suddenly jolted awake, asking in confusion as if she had just woken up from a dream.
"Perhaps you're just suddenly too sleepy." Ian patted his new shoes and distanced himself from Professor Trelawney. His words did not confuse Professor Trelawney.
"Yes, that must be it. Studying Divination is an extremely demanding and mentally taxing endeavor." Professor Trelawney stood up and limped toward the podium.
She not only thought Ian's words made a lot of sense, but she didn't even wonder why she was lame. This scene made the other young Wizard exchange strange glances again.
"Should you get your brain checked?" one of the young Wizard couldn't help but ask tactfully. The others also looked concerned, as if they all suspected that the professor was mentally unstable.
"I just took a nap, I didn't bump into my extraordinary mind." Professor Trelawney shook her head, mistakenly thinking that everyone was concerned about her health.
"Alright, it's getting late, I should start welcoming you all to my Divination Class." Professor Trelawney looked around and sighed with a somewhat complicated tone.
"I'm glad so many people were willing to take this trial class, but I'm also very saddened because truly gifted people in Divination are extremely rare."
The professor's voice suddenly choked up without warning, and she was overcome with grief. She even took out a crumpled handkerchief to wipe her nose.
Is this course difficult?
A Ravenclaw student spoke up, expressing his dissatisfaction.
"Yes, it's difficult, my dear. I believe you Ravenclaw students are all exceptionally gifted in the study of magic, but Divination is a course that differs from ordinary magic."
"It requires true talent, the kind that's innate. If you don't possess that 'vision,' I don't think even the world's most powerful Seer could teach you anything."
"I'm not boasting, but stating a fact. In this age where magic is increasingly declining, Seer with such a broad 'vision' as me is truly one in a million."
"A decaying world can no longer produce many prophets like this." Professor Trelawney couldn't help but rub her calf, noticing a dark bruise on it.
"It can't be harder than Transfiguration, can it?" someone in Slytherin House asked skeptically. Based on Professor Trelawney 'Professor Trelawney previous performance, their doubts about her were reasonable.
"Ha, these are not even in the same league. If you don't believe me, you can ask your Transfiguration Class professor what kind of grade she got in her Divination Class back then."
Professor Trelawney spoke arrogantly, raising the bar for the difficulty of Divination. Upon hearing that this was a subject even Professor McGonagall struggled with, many young Wizard looked on with disbelief.
"Then, would you mind telling us how you did in your Transfiguration Class back then?" The young Wizard, with a red mark still around his neck, asked out of feigned curiosity.
It's obvious.
This was a question Professor Trelawney dared not answer.
"That's not important."
Her gaze darted away, and her tone carried a hint of guilt. "Anyway, I'm definitely very capable, otherwise Dumbledore wouldn't have invited me to be a professor at Hogwarts."
" Hogwarts only admits the most powerful Wizard," Professor Trelawney said proudly, even adding a touch of boasting. " Dumbledore gave me a 30% raise this year. I think he's worried I'll be poached by other schools; these days, powerful Seer like me are rare."
Her expression also became somewhat proud.
but.
Even under normal circumstances, Professor Trelawney maintains a high level of vigilance.
"Of course, I can't compare to that man, Miss Grindelwald's grandfather." Professor Trelawney glanced at Aurora; she had clearly studied her students' information.
"You possess extraordinary bloodlines, and clearly, you have inherited this as well. Furthermore, you possess unimaginable power hidden within you, which I believe largely transcends the realm of magic."
Professor Trelawney stared at Aurora for a long time, especially lingering on Aurora's Heterochromia for more than ten seconds, but her words of amazement did not elicit any reaction from Aurora.
"Oh."
The German Girl simply replied with a faint smile. Her complexion wasn't very good; she was somewhat pale and was sitting in a chair as if resting and recovering her strength.
Seeing that Aurora didn't want to talk to her, Professor Trelawney didn't want to make a fool of herself. She began to guide the young Wizard to the table and chairs she had prepared.
"Today is the day to test your talents. I am very grateful to Professor Lockhart for suggesting the Divination trial class, as it will save you some trouble in choosing courses next year."
"If you're a student without talent, I suggest you take someone else's course next year. I'm not easily fooled, and getting credits from me will be very, very difficult."
Professor Trelawney spoke earnestly, handing each young Wizard a Crystal Ball before tossing aside the strips of cloth and scarves she was wearing and walking to the top.
"Actually, the first lesson should have been about observing tea leaves, but I'd prefer to select you for the trial lesson."
"Now, please close your eyes, take a deep breath... clear your mind, and feel the guidance from the mysterious world." Professor Trelawney's voice was deep and magnetic, like a witch guiding souls through the mist. She was always very good at intimidating people with this demeanor.
certainly.
Those students who had witnessed her erratic behavior had already seen through her outward bravado but inner weakness.
Colorful smoke curled from the incense burner in the corner as Professor Trelawney began to guide the young Wizard into Divination, though her cryptic descriptions left many puzzled.
Many people's minds go blank, nothing comes to mind, and Ian is the same. He is completely ignorant of Astronomy and Divination, and all he can think about is what he should eat tonight.
"I don't need you to see any clear future. Without opening your Heavenly Eye, you can't do that. So, I just need you to be able to see a little bit of the scene."
Professor Trelawney, hunched over, paced back and forth in the classroom like a ghost, occasionally stopping next to a young Wizard to ask what he had seen.
"I... I saw darkness." An honest student voiced his feelings, only to be met with a disappointed shake of the head from Professor Trelawney, who saw no hope in him.
then.
"Oh, I see a golden light! Perhaps it's the Golden Snitch!" someone exclaimed in amazement, though it was unclear whether the little boy was simply a good Acting Skill or had genuinely seen something.
"Excellent, excellent! This is your 'vision' opening up. Keep it up, Hard Work harder, you have a bright future." Professor Trelawney immediately walked over happily.
She was also holding a Crystal Ball, but this Crystal Ball didn't glow or show any other unusual signs. After the student spoke, she stared at the Crystal Ball for a moment and then immediately began to shower it with praise.
"Really...?"
Ian rubbed the Crystal Ball in front of him, but he couldn't see any color. He stared so hard he could almost see the veins on his eyelids, but he still didn't feel any "vision" opening up.
And at that very moment...
Professor Trelawney happened to walk over here.
"Child, do you have the honor of entering this extraordinary realm?" she asked seemingly enthusiastically, but she would obviously utter some derogatory words after Ian shook his head.
"I saw Colorful Black." Ian embellished his pitch-black vision, figuring he'd probably end up in the same group as the little Wizard who said he saw only darkness—the one without talent.
However.
"Not bad, not bad, anything else?"
Professor Trelawney stared at the Crystal Ball in her hand and actually began to praise Ian with a smile, leaving all the young Wizard around her completely bewildered.
What constitutes a multicolored black?
"No wonder he's Little Professor; he sees things we can't even imagine!" exclaimed an excited young female fan of Ian, which was immediately echoed by many other young Ravenclaw Wizard.
"..."
Ian felt numb again.
He really did have a bad relationship with this course.
"Yes, I saw something else too."
Faced with Professor Trelawney's question, Ian simply blurted out whatever came to mind, wanting the other young Wizard to know that even casual squabbles could gain Professor Trelawney's approval.
certainly.
There are some techniques involved.
"I saw a disaster, oh, a terrible disaster." Yes, that's the trick to dealing with Professor Trelawney; the more terrifying and frightening the story, the more likely Professor Trelawney will be to take advantage of it.
No.
I overheard the little Wizard's nonsensical speculation.
Professor Trelawney immediately became interested.
What kind of disaster?
Her eyes lit up.
"I don't think I should have said it. Yes, I shouldn't have." Ian hadn't really figured out what kind of disaster would be scary enough, so he used the Psychology technique that everyone fears the unknown.
"Many Prophecy and visions shouldn't be shared with others, but I'm different. Telling me won't cause any surprises."
Professor Trelawney was very gossipy, so she gave her assurances with great conviction. However, faced with the professor's bluff, Ian pretended to hesitate for a moment before shaking his head.
"I can't tell you, because it concerns a world-shaking event. In 1999, many Wizard signed unspeakable confidentiality agreements because of this."
"Even though it's only 1991, I saw it, and I signed this confidentiality agreement. If I sign it in the future, it's equivalent to me having to abide by it now."
"After all, this matter is far too big, unimaginably big. The reason for signing a confidentiality agreement is to prevent others from knowing about it, otherwise it might cause the destruction of the world."
Ian had no idea what he was rambling on about. He spoke with such seriousness, his only purpose being to pique Professor Trelawney's curiosity and make Professor Trelawney suffer for the rest of the semester without getting an answer.
The little Wizard holds grudges.
He still has red marks on his neck.
"This..."
Professor Trelawney was taken aback by what she heard. Perhaps she suspected that Ian was trying to fool her, so she frowned and looked at the Crystal Ball she was holding in her hand again.
A moment later.
Professor Trelawney exclaimed again.
"Incredible! Your talent is incredible! You've glimpsed secrets powerful enough to influence the world—oh, this is definitely not a Prophecy talent that mortals should possess!"
" Mr. Prince, your bloodline is extraordinary! Perhaps your ancestors intermarried with the gods! You have the potential to become a great Seer!"
Professor Trelawney was so excited she was practically jumping around. Not only did she not question Ian's absurd claims at all, she even went so far as to trace Ian's lineage back to his ancestors on the spot.
"Forehead..."
Ian looked around.
He noticed his classmates were all looking at him with surprise and curiosity.
"..."
The young Wizard, who knew these guys' nature very well, knew this.
After today.
He's probably going to be the target of more rumors... His single-digit Half-blood population is likely going to become a double-digit mongrel.
(End of this chapter)