The Periodic Table of Words and Spirits at Hogwarts

"Is it better?"

Accompanying the **** the wooden stairs slowly, Zhang Qi asked with great concern.

"Well, I just had a good night's sleep without dreams, and I'm much better."

Astoria rubbed her eyes, then yawned again.

"Go to bed early tonight. You don't have to think about those gangsters. Their predictions have never been reliable."

Zhang Qi gently rolled his eyes.

"Oh? It seems that you are a little disdainful of such things as prophecy, so why do you still take a divination class?"

The girl blinked her eyes naughty.

"Because it's a good mix of credits"...

Zhang Qi said helplessly.

"Besides, isn't the descendant of the true prophet standing before your eyes"?

"I've always been curious, can you really see the future"?

Astoria tilted her head and asked very calmly.

"What I see is only the possibility of the future, but because I am in it, my subjective consciousness often affects the future direction."

"And what I've seen are only images from the future, with extremely wide coverage, but with extremely poor reliability, and almost nothing can be inferred from those images."

"Astoria, history is like a river. No one can stop the river's flow. We may be able to become the waves of the times, but we cannot escape the river."

Zhang Qi popularized the correct view of history for Astoria, and the two slowly walked up the corridor in the sound of conversation, and finally walked to the door of the divination teacher.

"Professor Sybil is a real prophet, but unfortunately, her bloodline is much lower than mine, but her prediction is more accurate than mine to some extent."

Zhang Qi held his breath and pushed the door open, and the aroma of black tea mixed with the smell of burning spices hit his face, causing him to roll his eyes unconsciously.

The smoke of the spice burning here is enough to activate the Delphi prophet in Hekmedia, but fortunately, there is no such thing in his body, so Zhang Qi naturally does not have to worry about his eyes glowing green. , the seven orifices sprayed green smoke out.

A very odd-looking woman with disheveled hair, wearing pajamas and all kinds of strange gypsy-like ornaments, was leaning on the stove and sleeping, wearing glasses as thick as the bottom of a beer bottle, there. Snoring loudly.

"This, this is our teacher"?

Astoria asked in a low voice in disbelief.

"I know what you're thinking, but it was this professor who made a prophecy about Mr. Savior, and successfully sent that disgusting thing without a nose back to Albania, providing an opportunity for us to kill him by ourselves." .

Zhang Qi chose a hidden position at the back and sat down, and then observed the environment in the classroom.

The curtains used in the classroom are very thick. After they are drawn, the light source in the whole room is only the stove and a few small candles. Some strange spices are burning in the small incense burner on the table, exuding a sweet smell. Greasy, enough to make people fall asleep.

Everything here is very suitable for people with prophetic blood to explain prophecy, but the concentration of spices here seems to be a bit too much. No wonder Hekmedia and Professor Trelawney had a good relationship back then, but he didn't like coming here. classroom…

"The taste here is so strange."

Shen Jian didn't know when he pushed the door and walked in, covering his nose and sitting beside Zhang Qi.

"This is actually a water class, but the reason for bringing you here is that Professor Trelawney uses the residue of tea leaves for divination. Those black teas are all Dahongpao imported from Shenzhou, and the quality is slightly lower than the ones your mother took before, but There are not many good teas, and there is no limit here.”

Zhang Qi tapped lightly on a steaming teapot on the table.

"I smelled it a long time ago, but this way of brewing tea is really a waste of time"...

Shen Jian looked at the teapot that was boiling directly on the stove, and the veins on his forehead almost jumped out.

"No way, people bought it themselves."

Zhang Qi shrugged his shoulders.

"Ah, welcome to my class, children."

After a while, the woman leaning on the stove finally woke up when it was almost time for class.

"We are going to take a divination class. This is a subject that pays attention to talent. Even if you work hard, it will still be in vain in the absence of a sky curtain."

"Divination is a great subject, and I believe you will like it."

"Ah, this lady, what's your name"?

Trelawney stood up and walked groggyly to a table.

The three Ravenclaw girls sitting at the table looked at the strange professor in fear, but the other looked calm and looked at Trelawney.

"Ah, I understand death, kind girl."

Trelawney mumbled something drowsy, then walked away from the girl.

"She really has some abilities."

Zhang Qi frowned slightly, confirming Dumbledore's statement.

To be able to see Luna's identity and childhood experiences at a glance is enough to prove that Trelawney has the blood of a prophet.

"Uh, that, she seems to be coming towards us."

Astoria gently nudged Zhang Qi, who was closing his eyes in deep thought with his elbow.

"Ha, Zirol's son, I have to say that your mother is a true genius, a prophet whose strength can be balanced with mine!"

Trelawney walked towards Zhang Qi immediately after seeing Zhang Qi, rubbing his hands very excitedly.

"Do you mind if I watch your fate, child? A prophet cannot observe his fate without the permission of another prophet."

"Uh, I don't really mind."

Zhang Qi was also a little confused, frowned and rubbed his head.

"Huh? I can't see your future clearly"?

Professor Trelawney stared at Zhang Qi for a while, UU reading www.uukanshu. In the end, com said with a bit of scratching his head:

"Your future is a golden mist, He is as dazzling as the rising sun, I can't see anything"...

"Then what did you see"?

Zhang Qi asked very cautiously.

"I saw a strange red rope that wrapped around your wrist and tied a knot."

Trelawney blinked, his face even more eccentric.

"Let me see where the end of this rope is"...

This strange woman circled Zhang Qi three times, as if she really saw a strange red thread wrapped around his wrist.

"what"?

After Trelawney circled the table three times, his eyes followed the line that he didn't know whether it existed or not, and then turned in the direction of Astoria.

"It's so strange, the other end of the red rope is tied to this lady's wrist"...

"Pfft!"

"Cough cough cough"!

Shen Jian just blew a little cold tea into his mouth, and after hearing Trelawney's words, he sprayed it out.

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