The Trinity of Harry Potter

"First, our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Remus Lupin."

There was a burst of sparse applause from the audience, and Kano heard the senior students whispering to each other.

"Another one? What's the name of the last one?"

"I'm too lazy to remember the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's face."

Lupine, wearing a somewhat shabby robe, stood up to greet everyone, with a helpless smile on his face.

Professor of Dark Arts Defense is considered a high-risk profession in the wizarding world. If Lupine hadn't been a werewolf, it was difficult to find a job and he lived in poverty, he wouldn't have considered accepting this job.

Of course, the few Gryffindor students who had seen his strength on the train still applauded hard.

"As for our second new teacher. Our Care of Magical Creatures professor, Mr. Kettleburn, has retired." Dumbledore pointed to Hagrid, who was restless in the staff seat, "The teaching position of this course will be taken by our

Gamekeeper Rubeus Hagrid also serves as gamekeeper.”

This time, not only was there little applause from below, the students also started whispering, and the applause from Harry and others failed to stir up the atmosphere.

Last year's secret room incident caused students to uncover the news from many years ago, and Hagrid suffered from a different perspective for a while.

Seeing this scene, Hagrid became even more uneasy, and the chair under his butt made an ominous creaking sound.

"Please be quiet, children. The accusation that Hagrid released the monster from the Chamber of Secrets was dropped after investigation last year." Dumbledore said with a smile, "Although it is many years late, I am still honored to tell you.

, Rubeus Hagrid, is an innocent man, always has been."

"For justice to be redressed..." Dumbledore took the lead in applauding.

This time, everyone stood up and applauded, looking at Hagrid with joyful eyes. Hagrid took out a handkerchief as big as a tablecloth and wiped his tears of excitement.

"Thank you... thank you all. I will... be a good professor in the future... thank you."

"That's the end of my speech, let's enjoy the dinner."

The steaming food dispelled the cold brought by the dementors, and the desperate mood a few hours ago was left behind like a phantom.

Until the next morning, everyone was still in a good mood. Dementors were like a nightmare, deliberately forgotten by the little wizards.

"Hermione, I know you are excellent, but no matter what, you can't be in three classrooms at the same time." Ron frowned and looked at Hermione's class schedule, and Hermione stopped Ron fiercely.

En asked curiously.

Kano looked at the metal chain around Hermione's neck and knew that the time turner was now hanging on her chest.

"Okay, let's eat quickly. Our first period divination class is in the north tower, so it's best to leave early." Kano said in a conciliatory voice.

Unfortunately, when Kano sat in the divination class, he began to regret choosing this class.

There are twenty small round tables in the classroom. The curtains are tightly drawn during the day, and all the lights are covered with red scarves, creating a hazy atmosphere.

The fireplace was burning brightly, and Kano could smell that many kinds of herbs and spices had been added to it, all of which could assist prophecies.

But no one would throw all these things into the fire and burn them at the same time. It would be useless. Not to mention the weird smell of the mixture, which made Kano, who had sensitive senses, almost unable to breathe.

Environmental problems can be tolerated, and Kano has not forgotten that he is here to make predictions.

As a druid, Kano can "see" the aura of the prophet. When the aura shines, their predictions will naturally be accurate.

But now Kano has discovered that Trelawney is too special. Even if she doesn't speak, her "aura" will flicker in Kano's eyes like a poorly connected light bulb. Kano cannot confirm Trelawney's prophecy at all.

Which sentence is accurate.

The plan to prophesy went bankrupt.

"It's so nice to see you in the physical world."

Sybill Trelawney spoke from her armchair. This was the beginning of the lesson.

She was very thin and wore a pair of big glasses. Her body was covered in sparkling gems and jewelry, but Kano, who was well-informed, could tell at a glance that many of them were fakes.

"...I must say it up front. If you don't have insight, I can't do anything. In this field, books can only teach you so little..."

This is true. For example, Kano, the Almighty King of the Druid Domain, really cannot make a single prophecy.

Ron and Harry looked at Hermione with interest and frowned. She couldn't understand what Trelawney meant and felt that she was shirking her responsibility.

There is no way, Hermione has a completely scientific mind, values ​​logic and hates intuition, so she shouldn't take this course.

The next time, what Kano saw was a business performance by a man who had been cheating for a long time.

She frightened more than half of the young wizards with her sensational prophecies, and then quietly established her authoritative image in their hearts.

Translate it.

Trelawney: "Everyone here, I see that your hall has turned dark, and there will be a bloody disaster in the near future."

"If you ignore it, you may lose money and avoid disasters at first, or your family will be destroyed and people will be killed, leaving corpses on the streets."

The wizards and other members hurriedly asked: "May I ask the master, how to resolve it?"

"I need silver...cough, please give me a good lesson in divination, and the disaster will be resolved naturally."

In the following tea fortune telling, both Harry and Ron were told a few things that were on their minds, and Hermione's brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

Carnot couldn't tell whether the other party's prophecy was true or false, and Trelawney glanced at his tea leaves but didn't say anything.

After the divination class ended, the little wizards climbed down the ladder in a daze, discussing the ominous omen that each of them had just seen.

Of course, Harry still lived up to expectations and received the omen of "death".

It wasn't until the Transfiguration class that Professor McGonagall's words finally brought the little wizards out of this nervous state.

"Sibyl Trelawney predicts the death of a certain student in the first class every year. So far, none of them have died." Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, "If I hadn't never spoken ill of my colleagues,

…In short, there are very few true prophets.”

Everyone relaxed, and Harry let out a long breath.

"Kano, do you think Professor Trelawney is a liar, or a true prophet?"

During lunch time, Harry couldn't help but ask Kano. If any of his friends could predict the future, it was Kano.

"In fact, Professor Trelawney is really capable." As soon as Kano spoke, he noticed that Harry's face turned pale.

"But prophecies are always just another form of hindsight." Kano explained, "Real prophecies will not be remembered all the time. People will confirm a prophecy only when things are irreversible.

Authenticity.”

"So, never hold back because of predictions. Our destiny is in our own hands. No matter what the outcome is, it is our own choice."

"As long as it is the path we choose, we should not regret it."

Kano patted his shoulder, and Harry nodded thoughtfully.