Trelawney and Morris were about the same in my memory.
"Welcome, children. I am Sybill Trelawney, your Divination Professor. Welcome to the realm beyond the mortal world, where together we will dispel the fog and glimpse destiny."
After a series of rather pointless opening remarks, Trelawney finally announced the topic of the lesson: observing the crystal ball.
She took a crystal ball, as big as her head, from the shelf behind her.
"This is the crystal ball that my ancestor, Cassandra Trelawney, used herself; it has witnessed countless destinies."
Trelawney's voice was filled with awe.
"Now, you need to line up and take turns looking at this crystal ball."
" Divination is a discipline that only those with true talent can truly master. But don't worry, even if most of you can't see anything from the crystal ball, this lesson will still be helpful to you."
"Perhaps one day in the future, you too will be able to open your third eye, just like me."
She began directing the students to line up.
Morris and Kyle were right at the front of the line.
Kyle stared at the crystal ball for a long time, his expression shifting from anticipation to confusion, and finally to some embarrassment.
"Uh," he scratched his head, "Maybe... there's nothing there?"
Trelawney floated to his side and said in that mysterious tone, "Look again, sir. Don't just use your eyes, feel it with your heart. What do the patterns look like?"
Kyle leaned closer, his eyes widening, and then it dawned on him.
"It looks like a toilet!" he asserted.
Trelawney was speechless for a moment.
"Alright, sir, toilet," she rubbed her forehead, "I'm sure your talent hasn't yet shown, but don't worry, as the course progresses, you'll have your chance. Next."
Kyle stepped back with an innocent look on his face, and as he passed Morris, he whispered, "I really didn't see wrong."
Morris ignored him and walked over.
He stood in front of the crystal ball, looking down at the enormous sphere.
Ten seconds later.
There was no sound at all.
Just when Morris thought he didn't have a talent for Divination either, a clear image suddenly appeared inside the crystal ball.
Is this... a person?
Or rather, he was a tall, thin old man.
The old man was dressed in a tattered black robe, his eyes were sunken, and his face was almost nothing but skin and bones, except for his eyes, which were incredibly sharp.
To this, Morris can only say...
Who are you?
He didn't know him at all.
Morris turned to look to the side.
Trelawney looked at him expectantly, seemingly unaware of the image displayed in the crystal ball.
"What's wrong?" she said gently. "Speak up and tell me what you saw, sir. Even if there's nothing there, no one will blame you."
Morris said sincerely, "I saw an old man."
Trelawney was clearly stunned.
"You saw something? Are you sure!?"
She excitedly took half a step forward, almost bumping into Morris.
"I'm sure," Morris nodded, "And the picture is very clear."
They should all be at least at blue light levels.
Trelawney's eyes lit up, her hands clasped tightly together, her body trembling with excitement.
"Could you describe it?" she asked.
describe?
That's a bit troublesome.
"I'll draw him," Morris said, looking around.
He waved his wand, and paints and papers from a nearby shelf flew automatically to the table in front of him.
Morris transformed his wand into a pen and began sketching on the parchment.
The classroom was extremely quiet.
Everyone craned their necks, trying to see what he was drawing.
"You can draw?" Kyle asked in surprise.
"I know a little."
Morris smiled.
This was also a skill he possessed in his previous life, and after rehabilitation, he could barely still use it.
Moreover, with the aid of magic, drawing a portrait is not difficult for him.
In less than two minutes, a lifelike old man appeared on the parchment.
"It looks a bit creepy." Kevin rubbed his hands together. "Are you sure you saw him in the crystal ball and aren't having a nightmare?"
Morris handed the painting to Trelawney.
That's about it.
Trelawney took the parchment and looked down at it.
Then, her brows furrowed.
She stared at the painting for a long time, so long that whispers began to rise in the classroom. She moved the painting closer and then further away, tilting her head, squinting, and examining it from all angles.
Finally, she said to Morris, "I don't know him."
Why are you staring at me for so long if you don't know me?
Morris was speechless for a moment.
Trelawney cleared her throat, adopting a nonchalant tone, "Whoever this is, there's no doubt, sir, that you possess some special talent, just like me."
"All right."
Morris gave a casual reply and put the portrait away.
He plans to ask others when he has time.
Judging from his age... he couldn't possibly be his grandfather, could he?
Trelawney turned to the remaining students. "Alright, children. One gentleman has already shown his unique talent. Now, it's your turn. Next."
Over the next ten minutes or so, the remaining students took turns going up to be tested.
With Morris's successful precedent, everyone was in high spirits.
It's a pity that, apart from Morris, no one else seemed to have any insight into it.
In the final moments, Trelawney gave each of them a small crystal ball.
"This is for practice," she said, standing among the students. "While it's not as good as the one left to me by my ancestors, it's sufficient for beginners. I hope you will practice more in your spare time to develop a connection with the crystal ball."
She paused, then added, "Remember, don't be impatient. Sometimes talent needs time to mature before it shows. You might not see anything today, but tomorrow, or the day after, or sometime next month, the image will suddenly appear before your eyes."
The students looked through it curiously.
Morris did the same; he stared intently at the small crystal ball in his hand, but it was empty.
Perhaps only the one in Trelawney's hand truly possesses unique power.
After the bell rang, Trelawney asked Morris to stay behind.
The students filed out, and as they passed Morris, they couldn't help but glance at him a few more times.
Soon only the two of them remained in the classroom.
Trelawney stood behind the podium, the large crystal ball still resting on the table.
"Come here." She beckoned.
Morris did as instructed.
"I want you to see it again," Trelawney said. "When that old man appeared just now, I didn't see anything. That means the image only appeared to you. Now, I want to try and see if it will appear again."
Morris looked down.
Half a minute later.
"No more." Morris shook his head.
Trelawney stared at the crystal ball for a long time, and finally sighed.
"Perhaps it will only appear once," she murmured. "That's often how Prophecy are; the important moments are fleeting."
Morris didn't seem to care.
Anyway, I've already drawn it.