"And then bring us back!"
The last figure fell.
The scattered broken weapons and armor told how tragic it was. The little raven under the raven's claws also disappeared, so it flapped its wings and swept towards the ground littered with debris.
At this mont.
The scene abruptly stopped in Aurora's eyes—she actually had a chance to glimpse the follow-up content, but Ian, feeling like his neck was being choked in a futile struggle, in an ergency judgnt, directly kicked Professor Trelawney to the ground, and then she imdiately couldn't see anything.
"Huh? Why am I sleeping on the floor?" Professor Trelawney, who had collapsed to the floor, suddenly jerked as if waking from a dream, issuing a puzzled query.
"Perhaps you suddenly got too sleepy." Ian brushed off his new shoes, distancing himself from Professor Trelawney; his words didn't leave her puzzled.
"Hmm, that must be it, studying Divination is a very ntally exhausting thing." Professor Trelawney stood up and limped toward the podium.
Not only did she find Ian's words sensible, but she also didn't question why her leg was limping. This scene made the other little wizards once again look at each other with quite peculiar expressions.
"Do you need to check your brain?" A little wizard couldn't help but ask tactfully, others also showing concern, as if everyone suspected this professor wasn't ntally well.
"I just took a nap, and didn't hurt my extraordinary mind." Professor Trelawney shook her head, misunderstanding that everyone was concerned about her health.
"Well, it's getting late, I must start welcoming you to my Divination class." Professor Trelawney sighed with a sowhat complex tone as she looked around.
"I'm very glad so many people are willing to attend this experience class, but I'm also very sad because those truly gifted in divination are extrely rare."
The professor suddenly choked up, without any prelude, expressing inner sorrow, she even pulled out a wrinkled hanky to wipe her nose.
"Is this class very difficult?"
A Ravenclaw student asked defiantly.
"Yes, very difficult, dear. I believe you Ravenclaw students have extraordinary talents in learning magic, but the Divination course is different from regular magic."
"It requires true talent, an exceptional kind. Without having the 'visual field,' I think even the world's greatest prophet couldn't teach you much."
"I'm not boasting, but stating a fact. In this increasingly declining magical era, a prophet with a broad 'visual field' like is one in ten thousand."
"The declining world can no longer nurture many such prophets." Professor Trelawney couldn't help but rub her calf, seeing a bruise on it.
"It can't be harder than Transformation Technique, right?" A student from Slytherin College doubted, given Professor Trelawney's previous performance, his skepticism was reasonable.
"Ha, it's simply not in the sa league. If you don't believe , you can ask your Transformation Class professor what kind of grade she got in Divination class back then."
Professor Trelawney spoke arrogantly, elevating the difficulty of Divination high. Upon hearing that even Professor McGonagall didn't do well in this subject, many little wizards showed incredible expressions.
"Then, would you care to tell us how you did in Transformation Class back then?" the little wizard with a red mark around his neck pretended to ask out of curiosity.
Clearly.
This was a question Professor Trelawney dared not answer.
"That's not important."
Her gaze was a bit evasive, and her tone carried so guilt, "Anyway, I must be very skilled, otherwise Dumbledore wouldn't invite to Hogwarts as a professor."
"Hogwarts only recruits the finest wizards." Professor Trelawney's tone was proud, even throwing in so showing-off, "Dumbledore even raised my salary by thirty percent this year, I think he's surely worried I might get poached by other schools, a powerful prophet like is rare these days."
Her expression turned sowhat proud as well.
However.
Under normal circumstances, Professor Trelawney also had high vigilance.
"Of course, I'm certainly no match for that man, Miss Grindelwald's grandfather." Professor Trelawney looked at Aurora, evidently having researched student information.
"You have extraordinary lineage, clearly, you've inherited this trait, and within you lies unimaginable power, I think it probably doesn't even belong in the realm of magic."
Professor Trelawney stared at Aurora for a long ti, especially pausing on Aurora's heterochromatic eyes for over ten seconds; her amazed words didn't trigger any response from Aurora.
"Oh."
The German little girl just replied faintly. Her complexion wasn't very good, sowhat pale, as she sat on a chair seemingly to rest and regain strength.
Seeing Aurora's reluctance to pay her any mind, Professor Trelawney didn't continue to bother her, starting to guide the little wizards to the tables and stools she had prepared.
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