Harry Potter and the Temple of Tales

Moody's explanation gave the students a new perspective, and they later learned how to deal with the Inferi and Werewolves. After one class, almost all the boys in the class were impressed by Moody's powerful magical power.

"Magic requires strength to carry it, but for black magic, your skills are more important, because dark wizards are cunning and cunning, and any powerful magic is nothing but their conspiracy in front of them."

"Okay, next class, we will talk about the more powerful black magic spells, such as the one you are familiar with, the Unforgivable Curse..."

Moody's class ended with cheers. When the get out of class was over, Louis was stopped by Moody.

"Mr. Wiggins, right? I heard Arthur mention you."

In the office, Moody staggeredly pulled out a chair and placed his prosthetic leg on it.

This is not the first time that Louis has entered the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, but it is the first time that he has entered Moody's office. Everything about him is simpler than Lupin's. There is a mirror on the table, which can identify all illusions.

Demon mirror.

"Speaking of which, I haven't thanked you properly yet." Moody slumped down at his desk. "It was you who reminded me that day, so I was more cautious on the day I was attacked."

"So, Professor, it was Barty Crouch Jr. who ambushed you at your home?" Louis asked.

"That's right, that son of a bitch is always haunted." Moody spat, "If I think correctly, the attack on the World Cup stadium should also be his masterpiece."

"Oh? How come you can see that?"

"Come on, Wiggins, do you really think that house elf can do that kind of thing?" Moody shook his head, "This is very similar to his style, causing big things, just like he did to him more than ten years ago.

That's what Longbottom did."

Louis stopped talking. Moody's speculation seemed to be fully prepared for his opponent. However, this does not rule out Barty Crouch Jr. pretending to expose himself in order to gain Louis' trust.

"What would you like to drink, Wiggins? Black tea or whiskey?"

"No, Professor, I think I should go." Louis pointed to the door, "There will be classes later."

He waited until there were ten minutes left in the next class before coming out of Moody's office. However, the next class happened to be Trelawney's Divination class, the subject that gave Louis the most headache.

The North Tower was a long way from the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. When he climbed up a flight of stairs and passed through the silver ceiling, the Divination classroom opened right in front of him.

He entered slowly and found that the classroom was still as smoke-filled as ever, and Trelawney seemed to have been deliberately creating a mysterious atmosphere.

"You're late, kid. Oh, I've been thinking about how we can meet again." Trelawney stood in the middle of the classroom, "Louis Wiggins, I've always thought you have a talent for divination, kid.

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"Sit down, our class has just begun." Sybill Trelawney pointed to the empty seats, Ginny waved to him, Louis sat down next to her, and then saw Astor not far away.

Leah muttered and turned her head away, looking a little unhappy.

"Where did I just talk? By the way, divination class, this is an extremely profound subject. As I said before, if you don't have a very high talent..."

Louis didn't want to hear the goddess speak again, so he began to yawn while sitting in his seat.

In fact, he never understood why Dumbledore required all third-year students to learn divination compulsorily. Is it because of the prophecy that changed the fate of the wizarding world fourteen years ago?

"What we are going to learn today is to interpret tea leaves. Of course we will spend the whole semester on this." Trelawney said, "The secret of divination needs to be experienced by yourself before you can discover it. Okay, let's get started now."

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The charm of Sybill Trelawney lies not only in the mystery of her classes, but also in her wonderful performances year after year.

Last year, she predicted that Harry would suffer ominous omens and even die, but this was just the effect of her show.

"Oh, dear child, this is not a good sign." Trelawney stood next to the pale-faced Colin Creevey, "Something unfortunate will happen to you."

"Unfortunately? What will happen to Colin?" Ginny asked Louis nervously.

Louis spread his hands, this goddess always talks nonsense, who knows which of her words is correct.

Next, Trelawny asked the two of them to form groups, just like last year, with two teapots placed between each two people. She asked the students to carefully look at the shape of the tea leaves and make divination according to the book.

"This thing looks like a crown." Ginny flipped the book, "What does it mean? There is no explanation in the book..."

"Does this mean you will become the queen in the future?"

"Don't talk nonsense Louis." Ginny shushed him, shook the tea cup, and then looked at it carefully, "It's a bit like a broomstick now."

"I know, the queen of sports." Louis had an idea, "You know the Daily Prophet has a dedicated sports section, right? That's how you do it."

"Quidditch? I quite like it." Such is her personality. She learned it from her brothers. It can be said that Ginny is a rising star in the Quidditch world.

While Louis and the others were blindly studying the tea cups, Sybill Trelawney started to show off again, this time her target was pointed at Slytherin beside her.

"Perhaps I can help you." Trelawney walked up to Astoria, picked up the cup of tea and observed it without her permission.

"Well, it's a bit strange. This thing looks like a falcon and a spider. Let me think about it later." She thought about it. This was the first time Louis had seen Trelawney in this situation.

"Although this thing is difficult to judge, kid, this is not a good sign."

She turned the teacup upside down again, and her pupils immediately dilated: "It's a ghost, that's right. This is a rare kind of tea. I haven't seen it for a long time."

"I'm sorry, Professor, what is a ghost?" Grace, a Slytherin girl sitting next to Astoria, asked curiously. She is one of Astoria's few friends at Hogwarts.

, and he is also Slytherin’s top academic figure.

"This is an extremely rare and profound tea. It cannot be written in books. The ghost represents fate. My child, you are cursed. It is a curse engraved in fate..."

"Um, Professor, why don't you help me take a look at my tea leaves." Before Trelawney could continue, Louis quickly stood up and interrupted her.

Astoria didn't know about the blood curse she had. He didn't know whether Trelawney was cheating or what, but he couldn't let the goddess continue talking.

Because he had already seen Astoria's face pale, and seemed to know something.