days at Hogwarts

Chapter 289 Trelawney: I am a professional
Book of Fantasy Virtual Duel Chamber.

The scene is an abandoned empty classroom by default. Thick black stone walls surround a spacious open space, and old tables, chairs and benches are piled beside the walls.

Two figures wearing tattered black cloaks floated in the air. The exposed palms were skinny and bony, and the pale skin was stained with damp water marks. The rotting corpse spots could be vaguely seen extending into the darkness covered by the cloaks.

The dementor let out a wheezing sound, and an invisible chill spread from it, biting to the bone.

Flamel looked at the two Dementors carefully, constantly identifying the manifestations of their magic power: "Compared to the real Dementors, the Dementors mimicked by the Boggart are weaker... However, it does break through It has broken the magic barrier and truly simulated the unique magic power of Dementors. This is really... unbelievable."

"It's because of this that I'm interested in Boggarts." Loren looked at the dementor transformed by the Boggart and said thoughtfully, "I wonder if it can simulate other dementors." The magic of magical animals.”

The image of one of the Dementors dissipated, leaving the remaining one constantly changing shapes in mid-air.

Acromantula, basilisk, mandrake, sphinx...

After waving his hand to disperse the images in mid-air, Loren shook his head in disappointment: "No, I went through all the magical animals in my mind that day in the staff lounge, and only Dementors had magical reactions."

His eyebrows wrinkled slightly, full of incomprehensible doubts: "Why? Why are only dementors capable of magical reactions..."

"Maybe it's because of emotion." Flamel raised his eyebrows and floated in front of him, "Whether it's a Boggart or a Dementor, their existence is closely related to fear. There may be some connection between them. .”

"Emotions...fear..." Loren muttered quietly, holding out his right hand as a fist.

When he opened his palm, a black stone with a smooth surface lay in his palm.

This was the second soul-stirring stone he had obtained. The first one was turned into a Bloody Mary mirror, which gave him many wonderful uses in his illusion.

The stones contain the evil magic power exclusive to Dementors, which can absorb emotions and memories to increase their power.Just like a seed, after watering and fertilizing, it will grow into a dementor.

Can dementors grow?
Thinking of this, Loren's heart moved and he quickly asked: "Boggart has no biological characteristics. It has no observation records of eating, reproduction and death. What about Dementors? Do Dementors have biological characteristics?"

Flamel was stunned for a few seconds, then slowly spoke thoughtfully: "Dementors can indeed reproduce on their own. In an environment with enough emotions and memories to nourish them, their number will increase significantly..."

Azkaban is located on a small island in the North Sea. A dark wizard named Extis built a fortress on the island and managed to lure Muggle sailors to the island to conduct secret black magic research. Torture them to death.

After Axtis' mysterious death, the concealment spell he had used on the fortress and island failed, and the Ministry of Magic discovered the island, and the Dementors on it.

In 1718, Damocles Rolle served as Minister of Magic and vigorously promoted the construction of Azkaban, the wizard prison.Nico Flamel was also invited to participate in the design of the prison, although he quickly ran away due to his rejection of dementors.

Someone once recorded the number of dementors in Azkaban. When the number of prisoners in the prison is sufficient, the dementor population will multiply rapidly according to an S-shaped growth curve.

The last time the Dementor population grew was after the First Wizarding War, the cells of Azkaban were filled with Death Eaters and Dark wizards.

Loren nodded and asked thoughtfully: "If the dementor transformed by the boggart really has the magic power of the dementor, will it have biological properties? I mean, the dementor Will the Boggart in this form absorb emotions and memories and use them for its own growth and reproduction?

Will it grow stronger, or reproduce?If it's reproduction, will the next generation be a Dementor or a Boggart? "

"This..." Flamel suddenly froze in mid-air, with a strange expression on his face, "Honestly, even in Nico's 600 years of long memory, the novelty of this idea can be ranked high. Three. It’s just that the Book of Fantasy cannot simulate this situation, so I can’t give you the answer.”

"Well, it seems like we should try to get a real Boggart..."

……

Monday morning, auditorium.

On the Gryffindor table, Hermione was happily studying her course schedule, even though she could already memorize it.

"Oh, great, I can't wait to start some new classes," she said happily.

When Harry was getting milk, he accidentally glanced at her class schedule. It was so full that it made his scalp numb. He blinked hard and couldn't believe it: "Hermione, why are your classes in such a mess? Look, they want you." There are almost ten classes a day. Where do you have so much time?"

Hermione hummed and didn't care: "I will find a way. I have already discussed it with Professor McGonagall."

"But look here, you have Divination class, Muggle Studies, and Ancient Runes at nine o'clock." Harry seemed not to believe his eyes and wanted to persuade him again, "I know you are very good, Hermione. But how could you be in three classrooms at the same time?"

"Don't be silly, of course I won't be in three classrooms at the same time."

Hermione secretly blamed herself for not being so proud, now that she was fine, her flaws were exposed.

"But--"

Hermione crumpled the curriculum into a ball and put it in her pocket, and shouted to Loren in a panic: "Pass the marmalade."

"I think Harry is right!" Loren supported Harry seriously, handing the marmalade slowly to prevent Hermione from revealing the matter easily.

He raised his eyebrows at the little witch and conveyed the words with his eyes: I told you to play!
Hermione stared back fiercely, snatched away the marmalade, and at the same time snatched away the bread on his plate, and said fiercely: "As I said, I have already discussed it with Professor McGonagall. Even if my class schedule The schedule is a bit full, so what does it have to do with you?"

"I will take care of it!"

"Do you tube!"

"I prefer to..."

Harry looked away and took a sip of milk with a numb expression.

hiccup~
I'm a little full.

……

After taking a break after breakfast, everyone left the auditorium to go to class.

As soon as he stepped out of the door of the auditorium, Loren glanced around the corner of the corridor, and then turned his eyes to Hermione with a strange look on his face.

"What's wrong, let's go quickly?" Hermione turned back and looked at him with some confusion.

"Suddenly want to go to the bathroom."

Hermione waved her hand in disgust: "Go, go, go!"

A few minutes later, Loren came back with a strange expression. He looked at Hermione and thought for a while, then said, "I left my notebook in the auditorium."

"..." Hermione turned back and stared at him with a suspicious look on her face, "Don't you usually put your notebook in a pendant?"

"I just started school and haven't adapted to school life yet, so I feel careless."

"Oh, go and go."

A few minutes later, Loren came back, his brows slightly furrowed, a little absent-minded.

Hermione could tell at a glance that something was wrong with him. She put her little nose up to inhale and kept sniffing: "Have you eaten snacks? Why do you smell like chocolate?"

Nodding her nose lightly, Loren smiled and shook his head: "Stop smelling, like a puppy."

Hermione muttered in a low voice: "Obviously... I just had chocolate after breakfast..."

"Come on, we're going to be late for the divination class!"

The first period in the morning is a divination class. The class takes place in the North Tower. Climb up the seventh long straight staircase, then go through several rapidly rotating stairs to a small platform. There is a silver ladder hanging from the ceiling. Climb up. This is the divination class classroom.

Loren and Hermione stood together, looking at the classroom curiously.

Everything in the room was illuminated by a hazy red light, the curtains were tightly drawn, and many of the lamps were covered with large crimson scarves.In fact, it didn't look like a classroom at all, more like a cross between a loft and an old-fashioned teahouse, with at least twenty small round tables crammed into it, surrounded by calico armchairs and bulging poufs.

It was suffocatingly hot here, and under the well-placed mantelpiece a fire was burning, and on it stood a great brass teapot, giving off a strong, sickly smell. .

Along the circular wall were shelves crowded with dirty quills, candle stubs, many battered playing cards, innumerable silver crystal balls, and a great heap of teacups.

"Divination class..." The firelight made Hermione's cheeks turn red, and her eyes shone brightly.

Before that, she had personally experienced Trelawney's prophecy about Professor Babbling and was full of expectations for this class.

"welcome--"

A voice suddenly sounded from the shadows in the corner, a soft, unclear voice, "It's so great to finally see you in the material world."

The emaciated Trelawney stepped out of the shadows and came to the area illuminated by the fire, like a large shining insect.

A pair of large glasses magnified her eyes several times their original size, and she was draped in a thin and transparent shawl decorated with many shiny metal pieces.There were countless beads and chains hanging on her long and slender neck, and many bracelets and rings on her arms and hands.

Hermione gently tugged at the corner of Loren's clothes, her eyes bright: "The material world, she said the material world...Has she seen us in other worlds..."

Loren smiled helplessly and said meaningfully: "Don't have high hopes."

"Ah, what do you mean?" Before Hermione could ask in detail, she was led by him in a daze to sit down on an armchair at a table.

Professor Trelawney started the class. She sat on an easy chair in front of the fire: "Welcome to the Divination class, I am Professor Trelawney. You may not have seen me before, because of the chaos and noise. Campus life will make my third eye blurry..."

The little wizards had not yet realized the true nature of the Divination class, and were stunned by Trelawney's words. They sat quietly and listened to her nonsense.

Hermione even took out her notebook and recorded her words carefully until——

"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 a little bit..." Trelawney adjusted her shawl elegantly.

Hermione was a little shocked, and the other little wizards were also shocked and became nervous.

"...Seeing through the mystery of the future is a talent that only a few people have." At this point, Trelawney changed his voice and looked at Neville, "You, my child, how are your grandma?"

Neville was so frightened that he almost fell off the futon. He answered tremblingly: "I think it's okay."

"I wouldn't be so sure if I were you, honey."

"Hiss—" Neville took a breath of air and began to look uneasy. It seemed that he was no longer interested in attending this class.

The little wizards who were close friends with Neville all cast sympathetic glances and began to wonder what would happen to Neville's grandma.

Loren's eyes twitched a few times and he complained silently in his mind.

Trelawny is really underqualified as a divination professor. She should be engaged in fraud. With this psychological trick of pretending to be a ghost, Azkaban will be sentenced to ten years.

"This year we will learn the basic methods of divination. In the first semester we will focus on tea leaf interpretation. In the second semester..."

Trelawny began to talk about the teaching plan, but the little wizards' minds were not on the learning task at all. They listened with fear to the frightening prophecies that came out of the divination class professor's mouth from time to time.

"...You have to be wary of a man with red hair." Trelawney suddenly looked at Parvati Patil with a pair of terrifyingly big, shining eyes.

Parvati suddenly looked at Ron sitting behind her in panic, and quickly moved the chair further away.

“…School will be closed in February due to a bad flu, and around Easter one of us will be gone forever.”

Trelawney looked at Lavender Brown, who was cowering on the chair in fear, "Honey, can you hand me the largest silver teacup?"

Lavender breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and handed over the teacup.

"Thank you, dear." Trelawney smiled, "By the way, the thing you fear most will happen on Friday, October [-]th."

Lavender began to huddle in her chair again, shaking with fear.

Trelawney's eyes wandered over the little wizards: "Now, I ask you to divide into groups of two, sit down and drink tea until only the tea leaves are left. Swirl the tea leaves three times in the cup with your left hand. , then turn the cup upside down on the tray, and after the last drop of tea seeps out, hand the cup to your partner for interpretation..."

After explaining the divination ceremony, she stopped Neville who was about to get up to get the cup: "My dear, after you break the first teacup, can you please pick one with a blue pattern?"

Half a minute later, Neville broke a teacup as she said.

Trelawney showed a proud smile, stood up, took a dustpan and broom and walked over quickly...

Looking at the slightly open mouths of the little wizards around him in shock, Loren retracted his previous complaints.

It's not a sentence starting from ten years, it's a direct death sentence.

(End of this chapter)