Reborn Harry Potter

Chapter 196 Arithmetic Divination vs Divination!

Hermione happily brought the shaken cup in front of her, and she finally didn't have to worry about how to deal with this strange cup of tea.

"I don't like this professor." Hermione poked her head and saw Professor Trelawney walking around, instructing other students, and whispered.

Harry looked at Hermione in surprise, he had never seen Hermione treat a professor like this before.

Even Snape was always deliberately targeting Harry and Gryffindor with a bad attitude.

And Hermione would argue loudly with Snape unceremoniously in class, ignoring his gloomy face.

However, Hermione never expressed her dislike for Professor Snape.

He would even praise Professor Snape for his very high level, even the "Compendium of Materia Medica and Potions" compiled by the most powerful wizard in the field of potions, could find 3 mistakes in this book, which is regarded as a classic.

"Why don't you like Trelawney's?" Harry asked.

Hermione tilted her head, and said embarrassedly: "I don't know, her dress, and the way she talks."

Hermione flicked the shawl as Trelawney had done and imitated her speaking gestures.

"You don't know, when I was a child, I was seriously ill once."

She said in embarrassment: "The doctor couldn't cure my disease, so my father took me to a psychic. The psychic said... There are dirty things on my body..."

"Hee hee... Of course that liar didn't cure my illness... When I first saw Professor Trelawney, I thought she was very similar to that liar."

"Pretend to be mysterious and put on airs."

Next to him came the result of other people's hesitation after comparing the books.

"You have a crooked cross in your glass..."

"That said, you're going to have 'tribulation and pain'... ha... so sorry..."

"You seem to be a sun thing that means 'great joy.'"

Another said: "This one kind of looks like a bowler hat,"

"Maybe you are going to work in the Ministry of Magic..." I don't know who is talking nonsense.

"From another angle, you look like an acorn... What is that?"

"The books say it represents 'a windfall, a windfall.' Can you lend me some then?"

A female voice said: "Your tea looks like an animal, yes, if that's its head... like a hippopotamus... no, a sheep..."

It was really ridiculous for Harry to listen to his classmates making predictions one by one, and Professor Trelawney's "profound" instructing them.

Finally, Professor Trelawney walked up to Harry's side.

Seeing that Harry and Hermione didn't bury their heads in studying the tea leaves, and their books were left open, they were a little annoyed.

"My dear, let me see," she said to Hermione disapprovingly, walking quickly over and taking Harry's teacup from Hermione.

The students all fell silent, stopped talking, and stared at Trelawney.

Professor Trelawney stared at the teacup, turning it counterclockwise.

"Eagle... honey, you have a deadly enemy."

"It's something everyone knows." Hermione, who didn't like Professor Trelawney, deliberately said it for everyone to hear.

Professor Trelawney glared at her.

"That's right," said Hermione, "everyone knows about Harry and You-Know-Who. Is there any point for you to say it?"

Everyone else looked at Hermione in surprise.

Professor Trelawney did not answer.She lowered her insect-like eyes and looked at Harry's teacup again, continuing to turn it around.

"Big stick... This means that you will suffer a terrible attack, dangerous, very dangerous."

"Skull... There is danger in your way, my dear..."

Everyone stared blankly at Professor Trelawney, because no matter what she looked at, she saw a dangerous side of Harry.

She turned the glass one last time, gasped and screamed.

Neville's hands trembled at the eerie scream, and the cup in his hand ended its life.

Professor Trelawney sank into an empty armchair, put a shiny ring-laden hand to his chest, and closed his eyes.

"My poor darling... don't ask me what I saw..." she said, terrified.

"What is it, Professor?" Thomas asked immediately.

They were all frightened by Professor Trelawney's appearance, and at the same time curious about what she saw from Harry's cup. Everyone stood up and slowly gathered around Harry and Hermione's table, approaching Trelawney Professor Ni's chair, looking carefully at Harry's teacup.

Harry's face was calm, she looked like Harry was going to die soon, but Harry didn't have a trace of fear, and there was even a smile in his eyes.

Trelawney slumped on the chair weakly: "Honey, this is really an unexpected tragedy, please don't ask me, it's too cruel."

Harry said: "Well, don't worry, professor, I'm not curious at all, I will never ask you, and you must not tell me, even if you beg me, I don't want to listen."

After speaking, he looked at Professor Trelawney with a smile on his face.

Professor Trelawney: "..."

She opened a pair of huge eyes suddenly, struggling to say: "No, child, I really can't bear that you are ignorant of your danger..."

Harry put away his smile: "I said, I don't want to know, since you told me not to ask you, then you should keep this "secret" well."

"No, no, no, I must tell you, that is a big black dog, you have... signs of death!"

Harry's eyes were like a deep pool, calm and cold.

Only a few people looked at the people around them blankly, and almost all the others covered their mouths with their hands in horror.

"Ominous, my dear, ominous!" Professor Trelawney yelled, her expression was not worry, but the relief of saying this, and the faint annoyance at seeing Harry's face unchanged.

So she continued to bewitch: "That's a big ghastly dog ​​that brings death! My dear child, it is the most severe omen...you will definitely die!"

Everyone looked at Harry as if he had turned into a corpse.

Only Hermione stood up and said: "I don't think it's unknown, this kind of knowledge is too childish, relying entirely on the appearance of tea leaves, fortune tellers casually associate, then the same tea leaves can definitely be seen by different wizards. pattern!"

Professor Trelawney looked at Hermione very displeased, and said with some disgust: "My child, forgive my honesty, and with all due respect, the aura that hangs over you is very small!"

"I'm afraid your talent in the field of divination is only slightly more than that of a flea on an Irish pasture."

"Ha ha……"

"puff……"

Many people laughed.

Hermione was trembling with anger, her eyes were red.

"Okay, it's almost time, let's end today's class."

Harry stood up suddenly, startling Trelawney with his huge stature.

"Son, don't ask me how to avoid the signs of death, that's the enemy of death!" she said.

Harry didn't hide the disdain in his eyes: "You predicted that I would die from a big black dog?"

Trelawney raised his neck high and said, "Obviously!"

"I thought you were just stupid, but I didn't expect you to make me feel so sick!"

Hermione's eyes widened, and she looked at the calm and scary Harry who said this stupidly.

Harry said: "You prophesied the misfortune of others, but did you predict that you would suffer bloodshed today?"

Trelawney paled and took a step back in horror.

God has no shadow!

This attack magic that Harry learned from Snape's notebook when he was young was used by Harry for the first time.

Blood gushed out of Trelawney's face and chest, as if he had been slashed countless times by an invisible sword.

She staggered back and fell on a chair, covered in blood.

"Ah!" A scream sounded.

The students were as pale as Trelawney, with trembling lips, looking at Harry in fear.

"Hermione, have you studied Arithmancy yet?" Harry said softly.

"Yeah." Hermione nodded and looked at Trelawney worriedly.

She didn't care about Trelawney, she was just worried about what would happen to Harry who did such a thing, wouldn't he be fired?

Looking down at Trelawney, Harry sneered, "In my name, Harry Potter, I will make it difficult for you to move forward in the wizarding world."

He patted Hermione on the shoulder: "After half a year, use what Hermione learned in arithmetic and divination to compete against your divination ability. If you lose, hehe, you will definitely have a place in the history of divination, and you don't need to be a prophet anymore." My identity has been deceived."

Harry took a last cold look at the person who had just laughed at Hermione. Suddenly, their hearts tightened, and they found that Harry's eyes had turned into a black mass, and the pupils and whites of his eyes were all black.

But when I looked again, the weird eyes had disappeared, dazzled?They slowly calmed down their rapid heartbeats.

Harry pulled Hermione and disappeared.

At this time, other people dared to speak: "Quick, who knows healing magic."

"Go and call Madam Pomfrey, and inform Professor McGonagall, Headmaster Dumbledore!"

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