This could not be considered a superstition. Although there were fewer and fewer real fortune-tellers, they did exist in history.
As the oldest branch of magic, fortune-tellers had always been an inseparable part of the world of magic.
Because of the lack of understanding, the mystery, and the fear of the future, fortune-tellers were often highly respected.
Now, many wizards looked at Professor Trelawney with complicated and awe-struck eyes.
"Yes, the omens are getting clearer. I knew that these omens are always bad," Professor Trelawney said in her unique tone. Professor Trelawney said in her characteristic voice, "Very bad, children. I see a lot in it, including death."
She paused. There was a loud gasp in the room, and someone dropped a cup and broke it.
Elwyn sighed helplessly. Would it be impolite for him to leave now?
"Why didn't you come to my fortune-telling class this semester?" She continued, "I heard from the principal that you had given up on this class. This regrettable news is even more disappointing than the fact that the horse is still at Hogwarts. You should know that this class is very important to you! "
Why did they give up on fortune-telling? Don't you have any idea?
Death, death, death. Apart from the threat of death, they got nothing from this class.
Because Professor Trelawney had made a real prophecy, Elwyn had high hopes for it.
However, it turned out that real prophecies were hard to come by, and he could not stay by Professor Trelawney's side 24/7.
So, Elwyn decided to give up.
Professor Trelawney's prophecy about the return of the Lord Voldemort and his unimaginable power had mostly come true. The Lord Voldemort had indeed returned. He had the help of Keresis and the statue of the evil god. He had obtained the terrible magic left behind by Slytherin himself, and was advancing on the road to becoming a non-human monster. If he succeeded, he would indeed have unimaginable power. The power of the evil god.
Although there was still one thing that did not completely match up, Elwyn thought about it carefully and felt that it was not a problem.
Even if it was a real prophecy, it was not clear and accurate. There were many ambiguous things in it.
Therefore, that dark temple, the servant who would help the Lord Voldemort, was probably referring to the Fallen Horse Temple in the Albanian Forest and the vampire leader Keresis who helped the Lord Voldemort at that time.
What he needed to do now was to defeat Lord Voldemort. Elwyn felt that this process did not require Professor Trelawney's prophecy.
"You really should choose divination. If you need it, children, just say the word …"
"Yeah, West Bill, we all think that our classes are the most important!" Said a loud voice. Slughorn appeared on the other side of Professor Trelawney. His face was red, and his velvet hat was a little askew. He was holding a glass of mead in one hand and a huge berry pie in the other. "But the three in front of us have performed well in the Potioneering class. Harry, in particular, was a rare genius when it came to potions. Yes, Elwyn and Hermione also did well, but there is still a gap between them and Harry. I think I have never seen a student like him. His understanding of potions is beyond my imagination! "
He looked at Harry with loving, albeit bloodshot eyes and a proud smile on his face.
"Talented, just like your mother! No, you should be more talented than your mother. Really, I have only taught a few students as talented as you in my life. But I can tell you, Harry, you are the best. Even Severus … "
The air froze. Harry opened his eyes wide and took half a step back, as if he had received a great shock.
Immediately, Elwyn saw something that scared him.
Slughorn stretched out an arm and hooked Snape out of thin air.
"Don't sneak around. Come and talk to us, Severus!" Slughorn said with a happy belch. "I was just talking about Harry's special talent in potions! It's wonderful. I have high hopes for him. Of course, of course, you also contributed to it. You taught him for five years! "
Snape couldn't move because Slughorn's arm was wrapped around his shoulder.
His eyes followed his hooked nose and fell on Elwyn, then quickly moved away to look at Harry.
The pair of black eyes narrowed, as if he was sizing him up.
"Interesting. I don't think I have taught Potter anything."
"Oh, then he is a genius!" Slughorn shouted. "You didn't see the living hell soup he gave me in the first class. I have never seen a student do better than him on the first try. I think even you, Severus …"
"Really?" Snape said calmly, his eyes staring at Harry like a drill.
Harry was a little uneasy, afraid that Snape would ask him about the source of his new talent in potions.
Hermione frowned. Elwyn also felt that Harry was a little too proud.
He relied too much on that book. Elwyn had reminded him to use the content carefully and it was best to use it as a reference, but Harry did not listen.
Well, he did not expect Slughorn to give Harry such a high evaluation.
"Dear, remind me, what other courses did you take, Harry?" Slughorn asked.
"Black Magic Defense, Conjuring, Transformation, Herbalism …"
"In short, everything you need to learn to become an Auror," Snape said with a hint of a cold smile.
"Yes, I want to be an Auror," Harry said, bravely looking at Snape.
He had been struggling between being a Quidditch star and an Auror for a long time. Finally, he decided to become an Auror, if he could do it.
He felt that he should try it, just like Sirius.
"I don't think you should be an Auror, Harry," Luna said unexpectedly. Everyone looked at her.
"What?"
"Don't you know? The Auror is part of the Rotten Tooth Conspiracy. I thought everyone knew, "Luna said in a matter-of-fact tone.
"What Rotten Tooth Conspiracy?" Hermione asked subconsciously.
"It is the use of black magic and gum disease to destroy the Ministry of Magic from the inside, and the Auror is their accomplice."
Many people who were paying attention to this conversation laughed. Luna's joke was quite funny, but Snape obviously did not think so. He stared at Harry maliciously, not intending to let him go. Snape wanted to get to the bottom of it. Fortunately, at this time, Filch grabbed Draco Malfoy's ear and walked over.
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