Chapter 840: Professor Trelawney's Magical Divination

Professor Trelawney, who taught divination, was a mad witch with glasses as thick as a glass bottle, at least in the eyes of most young wizards.

Nervous every day, often speaking out of tune, often wandering around the campus castle drunk, and meeting any classmates or professors, they will always say some so-called prophecies in a mess.

From her mouth, it seems that every year, little wizards will encounter terrible things and die.

If you say too much, it seems that none of it has been fulfilled, and no one will believe it.

In fact, there are many such people in the wizarding world, who rely on talent rather than knowledge. In areas where the effect can be easily seen by the naked eye, such as magic spells, masters and liars are mixed.

Anton certainly didn't think Professor Trelawney was a liar.

On the contrary, he is in awe of these naturally gifted people.

Grindelwald once told him that there are countless ways to manipulate fate, and guiding the situation through people's hearts is only the most stupid way, and the most powerful ones belong to these prophets.

Their predictions will interfere with fate. When one does not have enough strength, luck, and wisdom to fight, fate will follow their prophesied trajectory.

Prophecy, sometimes it is to unconsciously cast spells on the whole world in a certain dimension.

The future cannot be seen because it is full of uncertainty. The established future in the prophecy is to lay the track for the future, and not every wizard is capable of derailing this kind of thing.

Therefore, the magical realm that is opposed to prophecy is actually a curse and a blessing.

Consciously controlling the direction of the future, Felicia or unicorn blood can achieve a similar effect.

Look, many things in the wizarding world have no way to clearly distinguish between disciplines. Understanding magic from different angles can separate different skill trees.

Anton did not find Professor Trelawney in the tower where the divination class was given.

On the contrary, they planned to change the day. On the way back, they saw a big rock outside the Quidditch pitch, and saw Professor Trelawney, who was drunk with a bottle.

"A mist of doom hangs over..."

As soon as he approached, before he had time to say hello, he saw Professor Trelawney trembling crazily leaning on the stone, muttering drunken words that were almost indistinguishable.

"This person who is favored by fate..."

With a strange expression, Anton approached slowly, followed Professor Trelawney's eyes that looked like they were about to bulge and fall out, and followed her gaze to a certain corner of the stands on the Quidditch stadium.

There, Sirius was watching Quidditch with Harry Potter, and the figures, one big and one small, were staring nervously at the figure of a certain Ravenclaw Chaser in the sky. The temperament is so similar, as if it would make people feel that they are a pair of father and son.

Harry looked happy, smiling silly.

After all, Sirius, the godfather, may be the person who loves and cares about him the most in his life, not one of them.

The sensitive heart cultivated in the Dursleys' house allowed him to feel the love from the godfather so clearly, so sincere and passionate.

"Terrible creatures lurk in the dark depths..."

"Among the children's laughter and laughter, there is an inexplicably terrifying sneer, it is spying on everything in the depths!"

Anton blinked in amazement, did this predict that Barty Jr. was in Sirius' body?

Is the prophet so awesome?

Suddenly, there was a movement in his heart, and the 'lake of the soul' stirred up waves. Hearing this prophecy, Sirius gradually blurred in his vision, but Harry Potter became more and more clear.

"???"

"Did you mean Harry Potter?"

Anton asked thoughtfully.

It's a pity that there is no answer, Professor Trelawney just muttered, "He is sneering, spying on everything in the depths!"

"Look, look coldly, laugh, laugh madly..."

"Hi~"

Professor Trelawney burped, and the strong smell of alcohol filled the air. Anton quickly walked away from her side, releasing a spell to attract the breeze to blow away the surrounding smell.

After such an interruption, Anton no longer had the unique feeling of "understanding" just now.

Professor Trelawney's prophecy said that Sirius could do it, and it seemed that Harry Potter could do it too.

There is a fragment of Voldemort's soul in Harry's body. Although he cannot possess the wisdom of Professor Quirrell, it also affects everything about Harry in many corners.

For example, when Harry was a child, he would disappear the huge glass in the zoo, so that the annoying Dudley and the huge boa constrictor could get in close contact.

For example, Harry unknowingly showed his magical talent in the direction of black magic.

For example, Harry will have some involuntary connections with other Horcruxes, and perceive the situation of Voldemort's other souls.

The "Lake of Soul" was boiling and surging, and Harry in the stands was reflected in the lake water, turning into black lines. This was the "Life Being" collected by Anton before.

What needs to be made clear is that Anton's current research on the black line of the soul and body has only just begun.

The so-called collection of life exists, but it is drawn according to the mold, nothing more.

It can be regarded as a reflection on the spiritual level, or it can be said to be a picture taken after deconstruction.

That is to say, Anton can't effectively distinguish those black lines in Harry Potter's body, which ones are Harry's original ones, and which ones are Voldemort's soul fragments.

It is not even certain whether it is a fragment or not.

Maybe a complete soul clone, something like a Horcrux?

Maybe it has been completely integrated with Harry's soul, like Siamese twins?

"I don't understand..."

Anton sighed helplessly, the world of magic is vast like smoke, his research seems to be very strong compared with those around him, but for the world of magic, it is just a drop in the ocean.

"Old Fudo was watching and laughing wildly in Harry's body?"

"Or are you talking about Barty Jr. inside Sirius?"

This is really not clear.

"Huh? Anthony Weasley?" Professor Trelawney woke up at some point, pushed the huge spectacle frame, and looked at Anton with big protruding goldfish eyes, "Thousands Don't tell Professor Dumbledore that I'm drinking again."

"You can call me Anton directly." Seeing Professor Trelawney standing up staggeringly, with unsteady footsteps, he hurried forward to help her.

Professor Trelawney waved her hand and said drunkenly, "No, no, I just took a sip, it's fine."

Anton glanced at the several wine bottles on the ground, raised his eyebrows, and just smiled.

"What do you want from me?" Professor Trelawney patted the colorful skirt, carefully tore the leech off her dark green cloth messenger bag, and threw it aside.

"I'm looking for a copy of Howl's Alcoholic Secret. Mrs. Pince said it's here, let me find you."

Before Anton could finish his words, a pungent smell suddenly hit his face. It was a strong smell of wine mixed with unknown spices and spell-casting materials. These things were inexplicably mixed with the feeling of surging magic power .

A huge pair of glasses quickly arrived in front of Anton, and in the frame of the glasses, a pair of huge eyes looked Anton up and down.

"I saw a colorful halo on you, child, do you also have the ability of the third eye?" Professor Trelawney looked at Anton curiously, then shook his head, "It doesn't look like it, the third eye sees it It’s the future, what you spy is the present, and what you perceive is reality.”

After saying this, Professor Trelawney shook his big head, and his thin and slender neck seemed to be broken at any moment, which made Anton feel terrified.

"The reality is scarier than the future. Many people are not afraid of the future, thinking that there are too many possibilities, but they are afraid of the present, because now they have no choice. They can see themselves walking in a swamp full of thorns. Dare to take any step forward."

Professor Trelawney sneered, and two huge colorful earrings tapped on his shoulders, shaking violently, "Then, these people will have no future."

Anton followed her and walked towards the tower used for the castle's divination class, "Then what should we do at this time?"

Professor Trelawney stopped for a while, looked back at the stands at the Quidditch match, narrowed his drunken eyes, "Go forward bravely, let the thorns cut your body, let the swamp swallow your body Soul, and then look back with bruises all over your body, and you will find that you have walked out before you know it."

She raised her hand high, and her bony pale arm stretched out from the wide wizard robe, which was covered with all kinds of colorful ribbons, some of which were tied with coins, shells, flowers, etc., and some even hung With a few wine bottle caps.

"This is the way to the future. Hurts are everywhere and cannot be avoided. It is useless to avoid them. Go forward bravely, accept the hurts, and face the hurts..." He hiccupped again as he said the heroic words.

Anton thought for a while, then smiled slightly, "That's not easy."

"Of course." Professor Trelawney stopped and turned to look at Anton. "Going to the future is not an easy task. Many people stay in the same place all their lives."

"Like you..."

As she spoke, she smiled nervously, and turned around bouncing around.

Anton pursed his lips, didn't say anything, just followed behind her.

He could feel that the faint, active as if dancing at any time, colorful magic surge around Professor Trelawney was dissipating little by little.

Instead, there was a layer of pale and dull darkness.

It is so dark that it seems that the mind is covered with dust, as if everything in the field of vision has been added a gray filter.

Coming to the tower, Anton watched with some concern as Professor Trelawney climbed the circular staircase unsteadily. After reaching the high platform, he went through the narrow staircase and entered the trapdoor in the ceiling.

This kind of anti-human architectural design, it is obvious that this place was not used as a classroom or a residence before, but a watchtower for guards.

"I'll look for it..."

Professor Trelawney slapped his head vigorously, and moved his hands over and over again on the shelf, and from time to time, things fell out of the messy pile of sundries.

If it weren't for the help of Anton's floating spell, several of them that looked like glass would have been smashed.

"Aha~"

Professor Trelawney let out a cry of surprise, and pulled out a dusty bottle of wine from the shelf, "I've been looking for it, it's been avoiding me, today I caught it!"

As she spoke, she urgently broke the cork of the wine bottle.

boo~

There was a silent sound, the cork was pulled out, Professor Trelawney held the bottle in one hand and blew to his mouth, tons, tons, tons...

Under Anton's stunned expression, he drank one-third of the amount in one go.

"Oh~"

Professor Trelawney held the wine bottle with a contented face, "This is my favorite baby. It has a permanent refill spell cast on it, and the wine in it can't be drunk no matter what."

"Of course, I don't usually drink it."

Professor Trelawney looked at the wine bottle helplessly, then threw it back on the shelf, "The taste is mediocre, the taste is bad, if you drink too much, it will even make you sick. I seriously doubt that the inventor of this wine bottle is a nasty person." The alcoholic alchemist."

"It's more of a parody prop."

"Possessing the drunkard's favorite magic, but only able to refill such a poor drink."

"I usually just take a few sips when I'm drunk. You know, when I'm drunk, there's no difference between whether the drink is good or not."

She was babbling, her drunken eyes glanced at the shelf blankly, suddenly she turned around with some doubts, and looked at Anton, "What did you want from me just now?"

Anton just grinned silently, "Howl's Alcoholic Secret, Professor."

"Oh~" Professor Trelawney suddenly realized, "Yes, you said it just now, I remember it, where did I put it?"

In the end, she really couldn't find it, and looked at Anton with some embarrassment, "Why don't you change it?"

Anton sighed, "It would be the best if I could have it."

"Okay, okay~" Professor Trelawney waved his hand, found a teacup from the shelf, and took out some damp and mildewed tea leaves from a ceramic pot, stuffed them into his mouth and chewed nonchalantly , and then spit it into the cup in one breath.

"I'll have to use a little divination."

"This trick is very useful, I often rely on it to find things, so I don't have to tidy up my room."

Anton stared at all this. To be honest, he didn't feel any surge of magic power.

"Let me see..."

Professor Trelawney's wobbly head aimed at the shadows of two overlapping and shaking teacups in his sight, squinted his eyes, and looked inside with difficulty.

"Yes!"

"The corners of the shadows are covered with dust, which symbolizes..."

Professor Trelawney waved her hand, waved again, and finally couldn't say a word, "It doesn't matter, I know where it is."

As she said that, she actually poured the tea dregs from the teacup back into the ceramic pot, and stuffed them casually on the shelf.

Anton frowned and looked at all this with a strange expression. If he remembered correctly, the divination class required young wizards to make tea and analyze the patterns inside...

I don't know if this can of tea is part of the teaching aids.

He is now very thankful that he did not sign up for the elective course of divination.

It's outrageous.

"I'll look for it..."

Professor Trelawney knelt down on the ground, pressed her head tightly to the ground, looked under the shelf, stretched one hand inside and scratched, but didn't know what happened, and there was a ping-pong-pong sound from under the shelf. sound.

A mouse even ran out in a panic. Seeing Anton looking at him, he quickly got under the table from another corner.

Boom!

Professor Trelawney's head hit the shelf, "Ouch~" she cried out in pain, arched her back hard, hit the shelf again, and many things fell off.

Anton quickly released the magic of 'shock reduction and speed reduction' to keep these things from breaking.

At this moment, a thick wine-red leather book fell from the top shelf, hit the ground, and was kicked in by Professor Trelawney's swinging heel.

"Wait, I seem to have seen it just now."

Professor Trelawney rubbed the back of her head, knelt down again and fumbled for a while, then took out the wine-red book.

"Haha, I knew it!"

"The corners of the shadows are covered with dust!"

"It's under the shelf!"

"Here, here you are!"

The book was stuffed into Anton's hand.

Anton just looked at her blankly, "So, this is divination?"

"Haha, isn't it amazing?" Professor Trelawney stood up excitedly, waving his hands towards Anton, "Look, look, you have such a charming aura around you, child, you have the ability to learn divination potential."

"If you are interested, you can come to my classroom to listen to the lecture!"

"I'll think about it." Anton could only smile politely.

It will be updated at 4 pm tomorrow. I drove the car all day today. After I came back in the evening, I have been typing until now. I feel a little tired. I have to go to bed directly. It will be too late tomorrow morning, and it will be updated in the afternoon.