Will Suddenly Starts Arguing with a Painting / Psychological Suggestions Can Be Broken on the Spot ...

"Okay, let's go together then." Hermione, who had been sullen, finally smiled. "Anyway, I'm not planning to take this class again. Let's see if she dares to talk nonsense again after this!"

"You guys... are you planning to gang up on the professor?" Tonks stared incredulously at the three of them, Hahru and Lupin, who had all transformed into villains. He then asked Lupin in astonishment, "Hey, as the professor, aren't you going to do anything about this?"

"I can't control it...and I don't want to." Lupin shook his head slightly. "You'll see in time. The pranks you or the Weasley Brothers pull are nothing compared to Harry's."

"This... no way?"

From Lupin's expression, Tonks could tell he wasn't joking, which only made her more puzzled.

Harry and his gang, do they really dare to impeach the professor?!

Chapter 325 Will and a painting suddenly started arguing.

A few days later, on Monday, Tonks was completely certain... Harry and his gang were truly lawless.

They really did go to the Divination, and all five of them went!

This is outrageous.

Since Hahelu and the other two were all involved, it was only natural for them to go to class together.

Colin had no classes on Monday morning, so he went along to join in the fun, which Tonks could understand.

But what's the situation with Will in first grade?

He was supposed to go to his Charms Class this morning, so how did he end up going with us?

"What Professor Trelawney Sibyl Trelawney said in class, to put it bluntly, was essentially intimidation and slander against Hermione," Will explained earnestly. "Therefore, I asked Professor Flitwick for leave to help Harry get a fair explanation for Hermione."

"And then Professor Flitwick gave you the leave?"

Inside the dining hall at Hogwarts, Tonks felt his worldview had shattered as much as the bread crumbs on his plate.

I asked my dean for leave, saying I needed to argue with another professor, and the dean actually granted me leave...

This isn't just a matter of whether the dean is easy to talk to; this is blatant spoiling and open favoritism!

However, although Tonks was curious about how Harry and the others were going to 'avenge' Hermione, she ultimately did not go with them to the Divination classroom.

After all, according to her, Divination is a completely unreliable discipline that only makes people drowsy.

Rather than suffer in Trelawney's class, she'd rather go play with Lupin!

The Divination classroom was located at the top of the school's North Tower, a place far from the main castle and requiring a long climb up a flight of stairs to reach.

Therefore, students usually choose to rest for a while on the platform on the Seventh Floor when they come to class, and Harry and the others are no exception.

This was a rather empty platform, with no decorations on the walls except for an old oil painting.

When Harry and his friends rested there, the painting depicted only a plump, short-legged horse leisurely grazing on the grass.

"Aha!" But just then, a loud shout suddenly came from the edge of the picture frame, "Who is this villain who dares to trespass on my private property? Are you here to mock my accidental fall, you bunch of scoundrels and dogs?"

The one roaring at Harry and the others was a short, stout man clad in armor. This short fellow had just returned to the painting when he immediately drew his longsword and began wildly swinging it at the people outside the painting.

However, his swordsmanship was really poor, and the sword was too long for him. So, after practicing only a few moves, he fell face down on the grass.

Now Harry and the others understood why he had suspected them and mocked his accidental fall.

That fall wasn't accidental at all, was it?

"Are you alright?" Will asked with concern as he stepped forward.

"Ha, of course I'm fine! Don't come near me, you scoundrel!"

However, the short, fat man didn't seem to appreciate it. He yelled at Will while trying to prop himself up by grabbing the sword hilt, but the sword was deeply embedded in the grass, and he couldn't pull it out no matter how hard he tried.

Finally, he could only sit back down on the ground, panting, and push off his face mask to wipe the sweat from his face.

"Sir, are you a knight?" Will frowned slightly upon seeing the other party's behavior.

"Of course, I am undoubtedly a knight! What, you filthy questioner, do you intend to presume to question my identity?"

Although the short, stout man was sitting on the ground, he always held his head high, even pointing his nose at Will when answering questions.

"Then you should get up right now and tidy yourself up!" To everyone's surprise, Will, who was always polite, suddenly lost his temper this time.

"If someone truly embodies chivalry, they will uphold their dignity and honor from the very beginning of their knighthood. Knights respect all those with good intentions; their politeness is innate. They would never speak ill of others, much less utter such vulgarities as you! Therefore... you are not a true knight at all!!"

Wow, Will's suddenly so excited!

Colin looked at Will in surprise, who was completely different from his usual self. He never expected that this usually low-key freshman would suddenly erupt when it came to the issue of 'Knights'.

However, Harry, who knew Will very well, could somewhat understand his feelings at this moment.

In the old days, knights were essentially synonymous with nobles, and Will's family was originally the largest noble family in Britain.

Furthermore, having received an elite education and been instilled with chivalry from a young age, the child naturally couldn't stand the various acts of this incompetent fellow in the painting that violated the spirit of chivalry.

"Oh, what did you say? You scoundrel actually doubts that I'm not a true knight? This is simply unbelievable! Even a demon wouldn't utter such vile words!" the short man screamed maniacally. "I am a powerful warrior with a noble heart and muscles of steel, Knights of the Round Table who once followed the legendary King Arthur, and was known as one of Lancelot, Bedivere, and Percival, Sir Cadogan..."

"Impossible!" Will suddenly screamed, even more furious than the other man. "You insulted chivalry, which was already wrong, but now you dare to fabricate rumors that disgrace the Knights of the Round Table! I absolutely cannot tolerate this! Lancelot and the other two are indeed famous knights of the king, but you Sir Cadogan, I've never heard of you before!"

"That only proves your shallowness, you shameless slanderer." Sir Cadogan sneered at Will. "My reputation is widely known in the Wizarding World. The valiant Sir Cadogan is the best friend of the great wizard Merlin, Knights of the Round Table who assisted Arthur, and even helped Arthur defeat the invincible Wyvern of Wye!"

"You're talking complete nonsense! I'll say it again, I'm absolutely certain you're not Knights of the Round Table..."

"Will, let's stop this," Harry suddenly spoke up, stopping the overly agitated Will. "We need to get to class; let's get out of here."

After that, without waiting for Will's objection, he dragged him away.

"Haha, evil has been defeated! You're speechless now!" Behind them, Sir Cadogan, leaning on his longsword, began to laugh wildly, looking smug.

"Harry, believe me, that guy is definitely not Knights of the Round Table!" Will turned and glared at the portrait, then urgently pleaded with Harry, "I can... I can guarantee it, I know the story of the Knights of the Round Table by heart, this guy..."

"I know, but you really don't need to argue so much about a portrait of a madman." Harry ruffled Will's hair. "Many rumors in the wizarding world aren't true. If you don't like them, then go and find the evidence yourself. For example, that Sir Cadogan. He's definitely not Knights of the Round Table, and he certainly can't be Merlin's friend. That's why you need to investigate these things. Only then can you refute his lies and expose his true identity!"

"I...I will!" Will nodded heavily to Harry.

He was determined to expose Sir Cadogan's fabricated identity, just as Harry had suggested.

For he believed that the honor of Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table must not be tarnished by any villain!

Chapter 326 Psychological Suggestion Can Be Broken On the Spot

When Harry entered Professor Trelawney's Divination Classroom, his first thought was that he had stumbled into some old-fashioned teahouse.

Twenty-odd small round tables were scattered throughout the classroom, complete with armchairs, table mats, and tea trays. Compared to a traditional Peking Opera troupe, the only thing missing from the seating and facilities was a bag of sunflower seeds.

On the back wall of the classroom, there was a cluttered shelf, piled with various feathers, burnt candles, crystal balls, and all sorts of teacups.

The curtains around the room were all drawn tightly, and all the light fixtures were covered with dark red lampshades, giving it a dim and stuffy feel.

On the fireplace, a large copper kettle was burning, constantly emitting a fragrant aroma... Harry frowned involuntarily at the sweet smell.

It seemed to be a blend of several spices, but Harry could only vaguely identify one or two of them.

For example, sage. Harry had seen it before in the Centaur Tribe. The Firenze, including Centaur, would burn it together with other herbs, such as mallow, and predict the future by observing the smoke and flames.

But Trelawney teaches human Divination, which certainly doesn't require this, and the overly strong aroma would obviously make it difficult for students to concentrate in class...

"There are some new faces in class today. Some of the children are probably not old enough to take the elective, but that's okay. I'm happy for you to get a taste of the mysteries of Divination in advance."

Trelawney glanced around and easily spotted Harry and the others, but she didn't pay them much attention.

She paused slightly only when her gaze swept over Hermione: "Oh, darling, I'm so glad you found a new partner, and I hope she doesn't lack the aura that surrounds her like you do, and that she can have a stronger connection with the future."

"She won't let you down," Hermione replied patiently. "Though I hate to admit it, she's definitely much better than me when it comes to Divination."

The elusive power of Prophecy... this is probably the only area where Hermione, who strives for perfection, feels she is inferior to Luna Lovegood.

"Is that so?" Trelawney's eyes widened slightly, and she asked in a deliberately enigmatic voice, "Then... darling, what's your name?"

She was actually a little curious, after all, the only person who could be admitted by the Know-it-all young lady to be inferior to this unfamiliar girl was the second one.

The first person to attend class was naturally Harry Granger, who was always inseparable from Hermione; he was also in class today.

Trelawney, who was not very worldly-wise, was unaware of Harry and the others' purpose in coming here today. Her constant claims of having a "divine eye" and her somewhat limited logical thinking ability were clearly not enough to help her sort out the facts.

"Luna Lovegood Lovegood," Luna Lovegood began, her voice much more ethereal than Trelawney's, "Many people call me 'Loony' in private, including in this class. I don't have a good reputation among the students."

Luna Lovegood was using herself as a metaphor, implying that a certain eccentric professor was also unpopular among the faculty, but Trelawney probably didn't catch on.

However, she still seemed a little nervous, as if she didn't dare to meet Luna Lovegood's gaze.

For a fleeting moment, she even felt as if the other person had seen through everything about her. Even her third eye began to ache faintly.

"Is that so, darling? You're so pitiful. We... oh, I think we should start the lesson. In this lesson, we'll continue to analyze tea."

So, a somewhat flustered Professor Trelawney could only tell the students who had come to class to quickly make tea.

She was still explaining tea Divination, which involved having students divide into pairs, take teacups from the shelf, and predict the future based on the shape of the leftover tea leaves.

This learning will continue at least until the Christmas holidays, after which other Divination methods will be adopted.

I forced down the scalding hot tea, swirled the tea leaves three times, then inverted the teacup onto a saucer to drain. Then I tried to decipher the patterns left by the tea leaves...

Throughout the entire process, Hermione maintained a look of disgust on her face.

"You know what, Loony..." she said helplessly, swirling her teacup, "Every time I do something like this, I feel like my IQ has dropped again."

"If you stay in such an uncomfortable environment for a long time, then there are indeed such risks."

Luna Lovegood seemed distracted, swirling her teacup. Where no one in the class could see, the tea leaves inside kept Transfiguration, practically magically appearing wherever she shook them!

Her gaze swept over the flames in the fireplace, past Colin and Will who were snickering, and finally landed on Harry, who was a few tables away from her.

At that moment, Harry happened to turn his head and look in her direction.

Their eyes met, and Harry nodded to Luna Lovegood, indicating that everything was going well.

The part about Prophecy is Luna Lovegood's responsibility, but Harry can't just be a spectator today.

He'll expose Professor Trelawney's little tricks during class online.

"You know what, Harry... I'm really terrified of this class right now."

The person drinking tea with Harry was none other than Neville, who was also involved in the Prophecy salvation. He was holding his teacup with slight trembling, looking very nervous... but more than that, he seemed drowsy.

"Professor Trelawney's Prophecy about me were spot on; she either predicted I'd be late or that I'd break a glass..."

"Honey, after you broke that glass, could you help me pick out a blue one with a floral pattern from the shelf?"

Suddenly, Trelawney's distinctive voice reached Neville's ears without warning, and Neville's hand immediately trembled with tension, the teacup about to slip from his grasp.

However, Harry subtly nudged Neville's wrist, easily pushing the cup back onto the table.

"Thank you, Harry!" Neville thanked Harry gratefully. "If it weren't for your help, I might have broken another cup of the professor's."

"I don't think you should thank me," Harry shook his head slightly, raising his voice to a level that many people around could hear. "If she hadn't called you out on purpose, you wouldn't have broken that glass. And everything you experienced before wasn't Prophecy at all; it was just Professor Trelawney's deliberate manipulation of psychological suggestion."

Harry's words attracted the attention of many people and revitalized the somewhat drowsy classroom atmosphere.

Many students, now back to their senses, began to whisper among themselves, a thoughtful look appearing in their eyes; of course, there were also some students who now showed obvious dissatisfaction with Harry.

For example, Gryffindor girls Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil are both fans of Professor Trelawney and particularly enjoy her 'teaching methods'.

Hmm... I hope they won't be too disappointed after this lesson.

Chapter 327 Harry Can Also 'Prophecy' on the Spot

"Oh, my dear, how can you doubt a Prophecy that has already come true?"

Professor Trelawney heard Harry's words and quickly squeezed through the crowd of students.

When she looked at Harry, her lips trembled slightly, as if she was quite dissatisfied with Harry's unfounded accusations.

"Professor Trelawney, I haven't doubted those Prophecy that have come true. I'm just saying that what you made of Neville wasn't Prophecy at all." Harry stood up and said calmly to Trelawney, "If making Neville accidentally break a cup through psychological suggestion counts as Prophecy, then I think I should be able to make a similar Prophecy."

"No...child, how can you say that?" Trelawney argued as if on a pilgrimage. "Divination is the most difficult lesson in all of magical memory. Even if you don't have the talent of 'vision,' you absolutely cannot ignore the existence of Prophecy."

"Professor Trelawney, I never said I would ignore Prophecy." Harry shook his head slightly, his tone somewhat heavy. "Even with reservations, I still respect every Prophecy made by a prophet. And I have boundless respect for those great prophets who would sacrifice their lives for Prophecy. But from beginning to end, my criticism has only been of your teaching methods."

Confronting Trelawney always reminded Harry of the France prophet, Gervini, whose mission ultimately failed.