Detective Lavender Takes the Field!

Sometimes, the layout of a room can reveal a person's personality.

Lavender then realized that Trelawney was a very strange person.

What appeared before them was the strangest classroom they had ever seen before.

In fact, it doesn't resemble a classroom at all; it's more like a mix of an attic and an old-fashioned teahouse.

There were at least twenty small round tables crammed into this classroom.

Each table is surrounded by armchairs made of India printed fabric and bulging little cushions.

Everything was illuminated by a dim, scarlet light; the curtains were drawn, and many lamps were covered with deep red lampshades.

The classroom was so warm it was almost oppressive; the fireplace was stuffed full, and a large copper kettle was burning on the fire, giving off a dull, cloying aroma.

The circular wall was surrounded by shelves filled with dusty feathers, candle stubs, worn-out playing cards, countless silver crystal balls, and a large collection of tea sets.

"Is she upstairs?" Lavender, who knew in advance that there was another room above the Divination Classroom, looked up at the ceiling.

A voice suddenly came from the shadows; it was a soft, indistinct voice.

"Welcome," the voice said. "It is good to see you in the physical world for the last time."

A giant, glowing insect!

Lavender was so frightened that he took several steps back.

"Sit, my child, sit," the glowing insect continued.

Lavender rubbed his eyes before realizing it was a person.

She must be Professor Trelawney; she stepped out of the shadows and into the firelight, allowing Lavender to see her clearly.

She is very thin.

Her large glasses magnified her eyes several times over. She wore a light, transparent, Winky shawl, and her slender neck was adorned with countless necklaces and beads. Her arms and hands were covered with bracelets and rings.

She spoke with her eyes slightly narrowed, as if she already knew they were coming.

Lavender felt that Professor Trelawney wasn't as formidable as she appeared.

Perhaps it was because she had just been frightened that she had observed Professor Trelawney so closely.

She noticed a cup of tea that looked freshly brewed on the table to her right.

The indentations on the bulging cushions of the armchair, which haven't yet bulged out, indicate that someone had just sat there and gotten up not long ago.

In Lavender's mind, she could already picture the gaunt Professor Trelawney lowering the stairs and hiding in the shadows when she heard they were coming.

This left Lavender standing there, frozen in place.

However, Parvati seemed quite pleased with herself. She looked at Professor Trelawney with trepidation and obediently and clumsily climbed onto the armchair as instructed, sinking into the bulging cushion.

"Welcome," Professor Trelawney said, as she pulled Lavender down onto the armchair next to the table where Parvati was sitting.

Before Lavender could even react, she noticed that Professor Trelawney had already quietly picked up the steaming cup of tea with her right hand and returned to where she usually taught—a winged armchair in front of the fireplace.

"I am Professor Trelawney, you may not have seen me before. I find that the constant exposure to the hustle and bustle of school life is blurring my Third Eye." Faced with Professor Trelawney's unusual words, Parvati was so moved that she almost cried.

However, Lavender noticed that Professor Trelawney deliberately elongated her voice when she spoke, as if to give her time to observe them.

And, quite cleverly, from their armchairs, they couldn't see the upper half of Professor Trelawney's face. What a brilliant con artist!

Detective Lavender is on the move!

She clenched her fists, but still pretended to be bewitched.

It's not that difficult; just learn from Parvati.

Clearly, her expression fooled Professor Trelawney.

Professor Trelawney cleared her throat at just the right moment, carefully adjusted her shawl, and continued, "You are confused."

"You really knew!" Parvati clapped in agreement.

Professor Trelawney's performance and the surrounding decor, which was full of the style of her homeland (India), convinced Parvati.

"You, girl—" Trelawney suddenly said to Lavender calm demeanor made her raise an eyebrow. "This confusion comes from you, doesn't it?"

"I think so." Lavender realized what he meant and deliberately started to tremble.

Parvati was so excited he almost jumped for joy.

"I knew it! You would have foreseen all of this!"

"I knew it!"

"I definitely want to take your class next year!" Parvati looked at Professor Trelawney with admiration.

"You're still second-year students, aren't you?" A soft, indistinct voice came from Trelawney.

"Yes!" Parvati wiped away her tears.

At this moment, all Lavender wanted to do was open his roommate's head and see what was inside.

No wonder her sister got into Ravenclaw, while she didn't.

It was Parvati himself who said he would choose courses next year!

While Lavender was sulking, Parvati revealed all the information from Lavender's dream.

"Very good. It seems you deserve the most difficult course of all magical arts— Divination Class."

"But Parvati, if you want to take my class, I must warn you from the beginning: if you don't have 'vision,' there's very little I can teach you. In this respect, books can only take you this far..." Trelawney first looked at Lavender with an extremely strange expression, then suddenly relaxed, and then started to manipulate Parvati.

That's the look you give someone your own kind!

Lavender understood immediately.

Professor Trelawney probably mistook her for one of those fraudsters!

To make myself stand out in front of my classmates!

Professor Trelawney's strange remarks to Parvati were also intended to distract Parvati.

Professor Trelawney's sudden relaxation must have been a misconception, as she believed she had finally understood the reason behind her unusual behavior!

Lavender couldn't help but blush.

Professor Trelawney saw right through her act!

If Professor Trelawney is a fraud, then she's a very skilled one!

"Professor, you haven't explained Lavender's dream yet."

"Should Lavender have made contact with Ron at all?!"

"Please, this is what Lavender cares about most!" Parvati suddenly seemed to remember something and pulled himself out of his worship.

Lavender couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. Even after being completely fooled by Professor Trelawney, Parvati still managed to think of her.

"I think, darling, this is a warning from your 'vision' to you."

"But because your 'vision' isn't as powerful as mine, you're 'seeing' such strange and fragmented information." Professor Trelawney looked at Lavender.