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Chapter 192 I Came Here To Subvert Divination
Half an hour between two classes is enough time for fifth grade students to exchange their ideas.

Obviously, although most people don't have a good impression of the centaur Firenze's class, it is more interesting than Trilawney's divination class anyway. At the very least, you can sit in the woodland and watch the scenery.

As for voting, most of the Gryffindor students undoubtedly wanted to vote for Firenze, but on the contrary, most of the Slytherin students sneered at the centaurs, saying that even if the Eastern People just stand on the podium and say nothing, and it is impossible for horse people to get their votes.

As for the other two colleges, they didn't have such extreme ideas, they just thought it would be a pleasant thing if they could make Umbridge deflated.

"Fierenze has won!"

After inquiring about the news, Harry seemed elated. On the way to the divination classroom, he waved his arms exaggeratedly, imagining how Umbridge would lose face, how Dumbledore would save the situation, and finally drive Toad out of Hoag Bright future for Woz.

Although Hermione has repeatedly reminded that the outcome of this incident will not affect the situation, and that Umbridge's appearance at Hogwarts is rooted in the suspicion of Fudge, Minister of Magic, such disappointing remarks are obviously not accepted by Harry and Ron. accept.

Walking to the door of the classroom, Ron looked inside.

"Oh, he hasn't come yet."

The three of them walked in relaxedly and found the seats they were most familiar with.

"Maybe it won't come." Harry said: "After all, everyone knows that the result is already doomed."

"At least Umbridge doesn't think so." Ron squeezed his eyes and looked at Umbridge who came in from the door of the classroom. The other party had changed his clothes and still had a sullen face.

Behind her was Professor McGonagall, and the two professors who supervised the open class sat down in the last seats.

One after another, the classroom was finally filled with people, but the protagonist of this class never appeared.

Ron looked at his watch and said, "There is one minute left for class, maybe you guessed it right, Harry."

"It seems that we can finish class early." Harry said happily: "We will go to the Quidditch field together later?"

"Don't think too much, if he doesn't come, Professor Umbridge will definitely let us go back to Defense Against the Dark Arts class." Hermione whispered.

"Yes." Harry and Ron sighed in disappointment at the same time.

What made them even more disappointed was that at the moment the class bell rang, a figure suddenly stepped into the classroom door.

All eyes were on him. This Mr. Tang was just as everyone remembered him, wearing a well-fitting and decent suit, and still wearing a top hat, so that his long and narrow eyes were hidden by the shadow of the brim of the hat. among.

Ron heard some nympho girls exclaim in a low voice, he spat disdainfully, leaned into Harry's ear and said, "Do you think he looks like a person?"

"Lockhart!" Harry said firmly.

The two smiled sympathetically at each other.

Then, seeing Mr. "Lockhart" not saying a word, they took out some papers and pasted them on the blackboard one by one.

It wasn't until the blackboard was covered that he turned around and looked at everyone in the classroom with a smile.

"I think, I need to introduce myself first."

His voice was calm and calm, "My surname is Tang, you can call me Mr. Tang, or Professor Tang from now on."

"Okay, Professor Lockhart." Ron smiled strangely and responded in a low voice.

But the next moment, he saw Professor "Lockhart" on the stage turned his head and stared at him calmly.

"Mr Weasley, please stand up."

"I..." Ron was taken aback. He was sure that his voice just now was so low that even Harry, who was sitting next to him, might not be able to hear him clearly. He stood up anxiously, and heard the professor ask: "You Can you repeat what you just said?"

Ron said quickly, "I didn't say anything."

The professor smiled slightly, turned around, and uncovered the first piece of paper on the blackboard.

There is a line of inexplicable words on it.

"Ron Weasley: Yes, Professor Lockhart."

He turned around again and said with a smile, "Mr. Weasley, is that what you just said?"

Ron was dumbfounded, looking at the paper as if he had seen a ghost, and stammered, "How could this be?"

"Please sit down."

Tang Sen no longer stared at him, but looked around everyone, and asked slowly: "Does any student want to know what my actions just now mean?"

"Not allowed to whisper?"

A student said cautiously.

Tang Sen turned around and uncovered a piece of paper again.

"Colin Creevey: No whispering."

There was a low exclamation in the classroom. Townsend looked at the student and said, "I just came to Hogwarts and haven't got the student list yet, so are you Mr. Colin Creevey?"

"Yes, Professor." Colin's expression was even more exaggerated than Ron's, and his eyeballs were about to pop out.

"Why is what I said on the paper?"

"It must be some kind of shorthand spell." A student vowed: "The moment you say this sentence, these words are recorded on paper!"

Tang Sen turned to the next piece of paper, which accurately recorded the student's words and name.

"Oh, Lavender Brown, it seems that I have met a new student." Tang Sen said calmly: "Your reaction is very fast, and some shorthand spells can indeed do this sort of thing, so—”

He pointed to Professor Umbridge and McGonagall who were sitting at the back, and said: "Before class, I handed over two documents to the two professors, the content inside and the paper I wrote on the blackboard Exactly the same."

The students turned their heads and saw Professor McGonagall looking at the parchment in his hand in surprise, while Umbridge's expression was even more exaggerated, as if he saw Minister Fudge doing a striptease.

"Professor McGonagall, is this true?" Harry couldn't help standing up and asked.

Then he realized that Professor McGonagall and Umbridge's eyes were on him long before he spoke.

"Merlin above." Everyone heard Umbridge say in a low voice: "This is impossible!"

"Mr. Potter." Professor McGonagall covered the parchment with his hand, and said, "I've been waiting for you to say this. At least so far, everything recorded on the paper has happened, or is happening."

Having said that, her eyes turned to Hermione in the next moment.

"Language induction can do this kind of thing." She frowned, and seriously speculated: "I read some materials when I was young, and some masters who are proficient in psychology can induce others to say certain words."

Townsend tore off the next piece of paper, looked at the name, and said, "Miss Granger, maybe I have a way to dispel your doubts."

He smiled and said, "Turn around, please."

Seeing the opponent turn around cooperatively, Tang Sen said, "You can think of a word or a sentence, no matter how obscure or complicated it is."

Having said that, Tang Sen smiled mysteriously at the students who were staring at him, and opened the next piece of paper so that everyone could see the contents on it.

"Now, tell me what you're going to say."

Hermione said without hesitation: "The price of the shirt is nine pounds and fifteen pence!"

Then, she heard an unprecedented, deafening exclamation erupting from the classroom.

She turned around in confusion, and saw that this sentence was written verbatim on the piece of paper.

"Miss Granger, you can designate the next classmate to continue this little game." Tang Sen tapped on the lesson plan, signaling the students to be quiet, and then said.

Hermione pointed at a random person in a trance and confusion.

Tang Sen also opened the next piece of paper, which had a name on it.

"Neville Longbottom."

Neville stood up hesitantly.

"Mr. Longbottom, please turn around."

Tang Sen reminded: "You can say whatever you want."

Then, he uncovered the paper on the blackboard, and at the same time, Neville uttered exactly the same words as what was written on the paper: "Memoryball!"

The whole classroom boiled up.

Everyone, including Professor McGonagall and Umbridge, couldn't help standing up, and they instinctively showed their shock with various voices and movements.

Tang Sen tapped on the lesson plan several times before finally calming down the classroom again. Looking at the students who were flushed and not yet calmed down, Tang Sen said slowly:

"You must be wondering how I did it."

"The answer is obvious."

He uncovered a piece of paper with two words neatly written on it.

Divination.

"Many people present, or everyone, may have the impression that divination is mysterious and unpredictable."

"I even think that divination doesn't exist at all, and no one can predict the future. The so-called divination is just made up of lies and luck."

"That's why I came here."

Tang Sen said word by word:

"The purpose of my coming here is to change, and even subvert the world's perception of divination."

(End of this chapter)