I was expelled from Hogwarts?

Hagrid's first class finally ended smoothly.

At Rove's suggestion, he also distributed a hippogriff feather to each student as an after-school reward.

When Hagrid raised the hippogriff, he collected a lot of fallen feathers and piled them in the wooden house.

It's useless for Hagrid to leave it alone, and there is a risk of being picked up by Fang Fang to make a nest, so it's better to use it as a classroom reward.

And this small move undoubtedly received unanimous praise from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw students, so much so that everyone was full of praise for Hagrid when they were eating in the auditorium at noon.

Many people originally thought that Hagrid would be a strong contender for the "most unpopular professor" this year, but after the first class, his reputation was surprisingly good.

It seems that Snape will continue to win the "Most Unpopular Professor Award". It can only be said that the students "prefer" him too much.

Apart from Hagrid, the most discussed one was undoubtedly the divination professor Trelawney.

She made a death announcement in Gryffindor's divination class, heralding Harry's death, which caused panic.

But Rove knew very well that this was Trelawney's traditional performance, and she predicted the death of a student every year to welcome the arrival of new students.

She is obviously engaged in a very new "way of welcome".

Hufflepuff's divination class was in the afternoon. After lunch, everyone couldn't wait to leave the main castle and head towards the north tower.

They followed the stairs and finally came to a small landing. There was no door on the landing, and there was a circular trapdoor in the ceiling.

After the students arrived one after another, the trap door suddenly opened, and a silver ladder fell from the sky and landed at the feet of everyone.

Everyone started to line up and slowly climbed up the silver stairs and entered a weird classroom.

In fact, it's not a classroom at all, more like a mixture of an attic and an old-fashioned teahouse.

At least twenty small round tables are crammed into this classroom. Indian print armchairs and bulging poufs surround each table.

The classroom was very warm, and the fireplace was well packed, and the oak wood was burning, exuding a fragrance.

In front of the fireplace, there was a huge armchair covered with a soft blanket, on which a thin witch was sitting and sleeping, snoring.

Professor Trelawney probably had too much to drink, and she was still holding an empty vial in her arms.

The students all looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing what to say.

Death eaters, swindlers, reform-editors just out of prison, old men who don't like to wash their hair... Now there's an alcoholic?

Are there really not many normal people among the teachers at Hogwarts?

Or has the school degenerated to the point where it no longer attracts normal teachers?

Hannah, who wore two braids, walked over, and she whispered kindly: "Professor Trelawney, class is on, wake up."

But Professor Trelawney was motionless, snoring loudly.

"How could you wake her up with such a gentle name...Look at me."

Susan walked over, she raised her hand and pushed Professor Trelawney's shoulder, but Trelawney snored louder.

"..."

Rove stood not far away, he thought for a while, and suddenly shouted: "Professor McGonagall, why are you here?"

Professor Trelawney trembled as if she had been electrocuted, and woke up in an instant. She quickly wiped her saliva on her cuff, sat upright, and tried her best to put on some high-spirited manner:

"Minerva...I don't drink at work...I don't...I'm a potion..."

Professor Trelawney stopped talking suddenly and stared suspiciously ahead. She didn't see McGonagall, only a group of students surrounded her.

"Oh boys, what do you do?"

"Professor, you have been in class for five minutes." Rove smiled and said, "You were just sleeping."

"I didn't sleep!" Professor Trelawney put the bottle on the ground, then pulled her shawl and said:

"I'm just dreaming."

Rove was a little speechless: "Is there a difference?"

"Of course." Professor Trelawney straightened her body back, with a very deep expression on her face: "Sleeping is resting, but dreaming is not."

"It's not rest, it can't be work, right?" Rove raised his eyebrows.

"That's right, it's work, kid." Professor Trelawney said seriously:

"Dreams are prophecies and harbingers. I was just peeping into the future through dreams..."

"..."

The students are all speechless, and they can think of such reasons, so will they be able to sleep in class in the future... Ah no, peek into the future?

"Then this wine..." Rove asked again.

"I just said...it's not wine, it's a magic drug!" Professor Trelawney emphasized: "It's a drug that can help me enter a deeper dream state. Have a drink at noon...cough, take a few sips...this way to see farther..."

"Of course, if no one wakes me up, this drug will keep me in a dream for a long time without waking up, which is very dangerous." Professor Trelawney said hoarsely:

"Fortunately... I have seen you arriving here in the crystal ball and awakened my image, so I can go into my dream with peace of mind."

The students looked at each other, and many of them were judging whether Professor Trelawney was lying.

"Okay, children, sit down." Trelawney waved her hand.

While the students were looking for seats, Trelawney took the opportunity to throw the wine bottle into a flower pot, rearranged the sparkling shawl, and finally picked up the heavy necklace and beads from the rack and hung it around her neck again superior.

"Welcome to the divination class," Professor Trelawney stood up and walked slowly in the classroom:

"I'm Professor Trelawney. You may not have seen me before. But I have spied on you many times in my dreams."

Professor Trelawney walked slowly, leaning on an ornate oak cane topped with a crystal ball.

"You have taken Divination, but it is the most difficult of all magical arts."

Many students laughed. They chose this course because they heard that it was the easiest.

"I had to warn you from the start..." Professor Trelawney continued:

"If you don't have 'sight', then there is very little I can teach you. In this regard, books can only take you so far..."

Hannah raised her hand and asked curiously, "Professor, what is vision?"

"It's the third eye, also called the second vision." Professor Trelawney said in an ethereal voice:

"Only wizards with open eyes can get this special ability."

"Aren't we keeping our eyes open?" asked Susan.

"You just opened your eyes." Professor Trelawney's gaze shifted from Hannah to Susan.

"The third eye has not been opened...that is, the third eye, and you have not been able to open it."

The students looked at each other.

"With your two eyes, you can see my face and the scenery outside the window, but that's all.

The Celestial Eye allows you to see the past, present and future;

The Celestial Eye allows you to sit in Hogwarts and witness things happening in distant places;

The third eye allows you to explore mysterious things and hidden history, and the third eye never lies. "

After pacing around, Professor Trelawney sat back in the winged armchair.

All the noise among the students disappeared, and many students were completely hooked.

Justin asked eagerly: "Professor, how do we open the third eye, how do we get the Celestial Eye?"

"That's why you're in my class, boy." Professor Trelawney smiled in satisfaction.

"I will try my best to help you break the shackles."

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(Sorry for the late update, try to maintain two updates from today)