Everyone stared in astonishment as Professor Trelawney paced around Wentworth. The light shining in her eyes was so bright that it was clearly visible even through her thick glasses.
"Merlin's beard! Dream Divination—it really is Dream Divination! I never thought I'd live to see someone perform Dream Divination right in front of me!"
"This first-year student has awakened such a talent on his very first day in my class. It's simply incredible! He's a born Seer!"
"Perhaps one of his ancestors was a prophet? Hmm, that's possible too!"
All the students present stared at Professor Trelawney, dumbstruck, as she babbled on.
Suddenly, Professor Trelawney seemed to remember something. She hurried to the podium, then walked over to Wentworth holding a small jar.
"Merlin's beard, with a talent this remarkable, let me give you a hand!"
Professor Trelawney reached into the jar, scooped up a little of the powdery substance with her fingernail, then gently blew it toward Wentworth.
"Professor Trelawney, what did you just blow at him?"
A student asked curiously.
"Oh, it's bone powder!"
Trelawney replied nonchalantly.
But as soon as Trelawney had spoken, several students began gagging and ran out of the classroom. Many of the others had gone pale as well.
Seeing this, Professor Trelawney seemed to want to explain. She hurriedly said,
"Don't get the wrong idea. I haven't been digging up graves or anything! This is actually powder ground from my great-great-grandmother's bones!"
As soon as Professor Trelawney finished speaking, nearly all the students covered their mouths and ran out, gagging.
"My great-great-grandmother was a true prophet!"
Professor Trelawney said, sounding a little aggrieved.
While chaos reigned outside, Wentworth was sleeping soundly. He had been having a vivid, wonderful dream: Cassandra was dressed as a witch, holding a whip, and walking slowly toward him with