The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts Chapter 221

"Then what are you doing here?" Tom snapped. What's the use of complaining outside the door?

Hermione's tone softened, "I don't want to fail a subject on the transcript..."

Although Hogwarts has no grade point, it is extremely annoying to have an "extremely poor" or "missing exam" there.

The divination exam took up a very long time, and the speed at which the team was shortened made people suspicious of life. Whenever a classmate came down from the silver ladder, other classmates would gather around and whisper to him or her about the content of the exam.

But none of the students were willing to reveal the topic.

Neville gave the reason: Professor Trelawney had warned them that anyone who revealed the exam questions would be doomed.

Tom believed it. If no other catastrophe befalls the person who leaked the question, Professor Trelawney can completely mechanically sedate you and give you a failing grade. When you go home with your transcript, you'll understand what a "destined robbery" is - but can the transcript of the magic world be changed by smearing it? After all, Hogwarts has no tradition of sending grades to parents' phones in the form of text messages.

Probably not, Tom thought to himself, because if they could, Fred and George would have made the business bigger and stronger.

Just as Tom was wandering, the door to the fortune-telling classroom was slammed open, and Hermione ran down quickly, her face full of anger.

Professor Trelawney roared from behind the sliding door: "From the first time you stepped into this class, I found that you did not have the talent required for noble divination, and I don't remember any student I have ever seen with such a brain. It's mediocre and hopeless! Mix the most gifted student in the class with yours, and he'll disappear in no time!"

The little wizards who were watching were silent.

Hermione raised her head, glared at the trapdoor, and responded unceremoniously: "I have never seen a professor so absurd, and I have never thought that I have to exercise at Hogwarts. Acting! You bring down the average of all Hogwarts professors!"

all the students:……

Professor Trelawney behind the trapdoor: !

She was choked up by Hermione, speechless. After a while, she said in a trembling voice, "I never want to see you in my class again in my life..."

"I can't ask for it!" Hermione threw her schoolbag on her shoulder and left without looking back.

The response from the classmates was surprisingly unanimous: everyone remained silent and watched Hermione leave. At this time, no one dared to go to the divination classroom to continue taking the exam. Because when I enter the hall now, I will definitely face the angered Professor Trelawney, and my exam results are not optimistic.

When everyone was silent, Ron leaned over to Harry and whispered, "I'm willing to spend ten Galleons to see the scene when she just took the exam."

Tom, who was standing beside him, rolled his eyes when he heard what Ron said. Well, he was willing to pay twenty Galleons.

It was the first time he had seen the situation where he was in a hurry for the exam and scolded the examiner.

"Why aren't you coming? Are you all going to give up the exam? Next!" The voice of Professor Trelawney upstairs was unusually angry.

The surrounding classmates turned their attention to Tom: In terms of strength, yours is the best divination person in this grade. In terms of relationships, do you have to clean up the mess that Hermione made?

At this time, it can only be Tom you who will go up to calm Professor Trelawney's anger!

In the eyes of everyone, Tom bravely walked up the spiral escalator.

Today's fortune-telling classroom is hotter than ever—it's the height of summer, and not only are the curtains drawn, but the fire is blazing. Combined with the state of the house when Trelawney taught the Prophet possessed, Tom really suspects that some trick of divination is to pass himself out of heatstroke.

Tom labored through the small tables and cushions in the classroom to Professor Trelawney. Today's Professor Trelawney is still dressed as before, with a huge crystal ball in front of him. Tom was keenly aware that there seemed to be a new crater in the ground.

"I knew it was you, Yodel," Professor Trelawney seemed to be in a better mood after seeing Tom—or rather, she had successfully adjusted her mind in just a dozen seconds. "Come on, let's forget about the unpleasantness and devote ourselves to the most noble and sacred cause... Please look at this crystal ball and tell me what you see. Don't worry, my dear," said the ethereal tone. Look slowly..."

Professor Trelawney showed amazing patience with Tom, the sculptable "wood".

Tom knelt on the cushion, but his heart was very uneasy. He had the impression that just today, Professor Trelawney would make a prophecy. According to the original world line, she predicted Peter Pettigrew's escape and Voldemort's comeback.

So... in today's changing world, will Professor Trelawney still make predictions?

"Not being able to empty your mind is a taboo in divination," Professor Trelawney seemed to see through Tom's mind, and couldn't help but rebuke him, and then her tone became a little unnatural: "I knew that the mediocre Guys can have a very bad influence...but don't worry kid, I'm a very generous person and I won't take her rude behavior to heart...it's a quality we all need...good endurance……"

Professor Trelawney seemed to attribute Tom's inner turmoil to Hermione, so he reassured him.

Tom knew it was exam time, so he could only take two deep breaths, forcibly emptying his mind.

He stared intently at the crystal ball, trying to see something out of it.

The white fog swirled...circling...the room was unbearably hot, Tom was dizzy from the smoke from the fireplace, and what was in front of him gradually became unreal, hazy, as if peeping through a piece of frosted glass Same.

In the end, it really made Tom see something.

"I saw... one~www.mtlnovel.com~ two, three...four shadows...like animals of different shapes and sizes..."

"So," Professor Trelawney asked mildly, "then what are they doing?"

Tom looked more closely, and felt that the two mists seemed to meet, and then separated again, and the mist gradually drifted away.

He told Professor Trelawney what he had seen.

The professor let out a meaningful "oh" and muttered to himself, "Could it be... infighting? Did anything change before and after the two fogs met?"

Tom shook his head.

"Oh boy, you probably saw a tragic end between yourself and your friends," Professor Trelawney lamented in a sad tone.

I want to eat big pieces of meat again... I have fried rice at noon, it's very beautiful~

Chapter end

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