The Death Card

Speaking of Professor Trelawney's Prophecy, William suddenly realized that almost two weeks of school had already passed...

He seemed to have skipped all his Divination without a second thought.

Autumn was probably the worst off.

When school started, everyone chose the new teacher Firenze, who was more handsome, more intriguing, and more reliable.

Last year, when Trelawney was expelled just like William, everyone was taking his class.

Only then did the students truly understand what Divination was like.

Even Professor Trelawney's die-hard fans, such as Brown Lavender.

I was initially a fan of Trelawney, but after encountering Firenze, I immediately turned against her and became a Firenze supporter.

Qiu originally wanted to choose this Centaur professor, but as his close friend, she still asked William for his opinion when the semester started.

William is still trying to capitalize on the Prophecy, so he'll definitely choose Trelawney.

Autumn Thoughts

"The two of them can choose one teacher, and they can also get to work on William's assignments. They can also use his notes to review for the final exam."

Plans in place!

Qiu had high hopes, but after attending two classes, she realized something was wrong.

Six years later, everyone believed Trelawney was a fraud.

So, in the graduating class, only she and William chose Trelawney's class.

William, on the other hand, never attended a class.

In other words, Qiu booked out every single Divination.

It's like being the only person in a huge movie theater; in that kind of environment and atmosphere, the first thing you feel is definitely not pleasure.

Instead, it felt creepy, like someone was behind me.

Qiu was alone with Trelawney, and although she wasn't terrified, she felt incredibly awkward.

It was so embarrassing you could dig a Hogwarts Castle out of your toes.

Autumn also had to relay a message for Professor Trelawney, urging William, one of her only two students, to hand in his homework as soon as possible.

But William was equally perfunctory, simply saying, "Qiu, just make up something and hand it in. I don't have time to write one right now."

Faced with such a betrayal from her best friend, Qiu wanted to use the "Return My Beauty Punch" technique she learned from the kangaroo that summer to give William two black eyes.

So, at the start of the new week, William realized he hadn't attended Divination in a long time, so he decided to just go and make up the numbers.

As I passed by classroom number 11, I saw a large group of students gathered at the door, and I could hear arguing coming from inside.

William was familiar with this classroom.

This was an empty classroom that was never used before. He was here during his time loop, and he fought Professor Flitwick here.

But last year, it became Professor Firenze's classroom.

Watching a spectacle is human nature, and William wanted to go to the North Tower, so Qiu excitedly joined him.

William had no choice but to follow.

At first glance, classroom number eleven has changed dramatically, with the floor covered in soft moss.

There are also many trees, rooted in the soil, their branches covered with lush leaves, fanning out across the ceiling and windows.

When the sunlight shines in, it turns into soft, dappled shadows.

There were no seats in the room, only stones or tree trunks.

This Forbidden Forest- style interior design is clearly the work of Hagrid.

Being close to nature makes it easy to feel the lush greenery.

The best part is that it contains absolutely no formaldehyde.

However, the only thing to be careful about is that the Forbidden Forest has been invaded by red imported fire ants, and there are quite a few in this room as well.

If you sit on the ground for even a short while, you'll get bitten by these red ants.

Professor Trelawney was also there at that moment, and she seemed to be arguing with Firenze.

William listened carefully for a while and realized that the two were arguing about the realm of Prophecy.

Academic disputes have always been a life-or-death struggle.

But Professor Trelawney angrily denounced Firenze, calling him a fraud who came here specifically to fool students... That's going too far.

It felt especially awkward coming from Trelawney's mouth to call someone a liar.

She even started using her hands and feet.

He just kept kicking and swinging his arms, leaning his body tactically backward, but he could never hit anyone.

His voice was very loud, and he kept repeating the same sentence:

You're the liar!

This is a typical way middle-aged women argue; Professor Trelawney has grasped its essence and suggests immediately... applying for UNESCO World Heritage status.

Although Firenze is aloof, he is actually an honest horse who spends his days in the Forbidden Forest, close to nature, and has never seen anything like this before.

He couldn't take it anymore and stormed out of the classroom.

Professor Trelawney finally revealed a haughty expression, as if she had won a victory, and turned to leave.

William didn't want to go to class anymore, but Professor Trelawney, with her sharp eyes, spotted him and Cho and waved for them to catch up.

"I saw it with my Inner Eye long ago; I knew you'd be here for this class, William," Professor Trelawney said, maintaining her air of superiority.

She tugged at her shawl and the glittering beads, seamlessly transitioning from the role of a middle-aged shrew to that of Prophecy master.

"Professor, how did you and Professor Firenze get into an argument?" Qiu asked curiously.

Trelawney scoffed, "Sorry, Old Ma, but Centaur know absolutely nothing about Divination."

I just asked him... about the Dialogue between Seer... didn't he sense the subtle vibrations before the disaster struck?

But he seemed to think I was ridiculous. Yes, ridiculous!

Her voice rose hysterically, and William smelled a very strong odor of alcohol.

Sherry, Sherry!

My beloved Shirley.

"I've probably heard about that horse from others. I didn't inherit my great-great-grandmother's talent," Trelawney said angrily.

"These rumors have been spread by jealous people for years."

William had reason to suspect that this "jealous person" referred to Professor McGonagall.

"William, do you know what I said about these people?" Trelawney said dismissively.

"If I hadn't proven my abilities to Dumbledore, would he have trusted me so much all these years by letting me teach at this excellent school?"

Trelawney always uses Dumbledore's perspective to prove her own abilities... the logic is perfectly consistent.

Knowing the truth, William nodded quickly.

Professor Trelawney saw him nod, then straighten up, looking quite disappointed.

"I've tried to see the principal several times, but he's hinted that I'd better visit him less often," she said curtly.

"I won't pester those who disrespect me. If Dumbledore decides to ignore the warnings of the cards..."

Are there any new Prophecy?

William quickly asked, "What Prophecy?"

Professor Trelawney's thin, bony hand suddenly grabbed William's wrist.

"Time and time again, no matter how I arranged it..."

She dramatically pulled a tarot card from beneath layers of shawls.

That was a Death Card.

"The felled trees, the imprisoned man," she murmured, "Death, misfortune, drawing ever closer... Dumbledore."

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