Chapter 254 The Prophecy of Hermione and Trelawney
So, Neville added another learning content to his extra-curricular lessons—Holy Light!
Breathing method is to hone the body and breathing, strengthen the body energy to overflow to produce effects.
The holy light is to hone the will and the mind, strengthen the spiritual energy to release it into the holy light.
Well, no conflict.
Unknowingly, Neville's warrior level is already level 3, only 1 level behind the wizard class!
Neville has unknowingly reached level 7 (level 4 wizard/level 3 warrior)!
Growing so fast!
What Ted didn't expect was that Hermione had a talent for Holy Light!
After a lot of trials and tempering, she found that she could integrate this kind of golden positive energy into defensive and healing magic!
She simply regarded this energy as a kind of positive energy magic power, and the Holy Light Iron Armor Curse after incorporating the Holy Light, in terms of defense alone, was no worse than Ted's safety helmet curse of the same level. It's just that it's not so convenient in terms of functionality.
Even if this is the case, it is still a big improvement. This is more than double the defense power of her previous Iron Armor Curse!
She even found time to learn two-hand healing spells from Madam Pomfrey at the school hospital.
Looking at it this way, the value of this alien knowledge is exchanged.
600 experience for two people!
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Divination class.
Today I will teach you how to use a crystal ball for divination.
The crystal ball here is different from the ones on the market. There is a slowly rotating mist inside.
Sprinkle a circle of salt around the crystal ball before casting it, so as not to be affected by the mixed magic power of the outside world.
Then reach out and hold the crystal ball, after injecting magic power, pay attention...Look! look~look...
"Huh~~~" Ron was fascinated by it, and fell asleep with his arms on his arms, even snoring.
Jerry quickly woke him up.
"What are you doing! Be serious! This is learning divination. If I learn it, I will collect money everywhere in the future."
When he heard about the money, Ron became more energetic. Stared carefully at the crystal ball, but still couldn't see anything except the slowly swirling mist. It's sleepy to watch!
"Did you see anything?" he asked.
Jerry frowned, with a bitter face: "It's almost there!"
"But all I see is fog!"
"Fog? Yes, it is fog. But what can fog represent?"
Suddenly, Jerry suddenly realized: "I know! It means that there will be heavy fog in the near future!"
The female classmates at the next table were all amused by him.
You are the weather forecaster!
Until the end of get out of class, Jerry was still brooding, saying that there must be heavy fog in the past few days.
Ron disagreed, "Give it up. This thing has to be inherited and innate. Either your ancestors have prophets and fortune-tellers, or you really have this talent..."
"Like Ted?"
"Maybe!"
Ted put three coins in the shell of the fire crab (turtle shell) before, and gave them a fortune teller for a girl in the Lion Academy to find the lost pet at that location!
Now everyone is saying that Ted may have a fortune teller talent!
This word even reached the ears of Trelawney, who didn't have much contact with people.
She really can't hear such words.
The burden on her body was too heavy, and she even had to rely on acting, pretending to be crazy, and acting stupid to maintain her image of a superior person.
She doesn't even dare to get in touch with her colleagues, and she is hardly seen at the professor's chair during meals.
The great pressure made her suffer from alcoholism, and she was drunk every day.
In short, she has paid too much for this line of work.
Now, a little wizard in the third grade was said to have the talent of a fortune-teller when he first came into contact with divination for less than two months.
This is really grabbing her heart!
Still holding onto it, scratching it hard.
She felt she had to do something!
So, when get out of class was over, Ted was detained.
"Student Epiphany, please stay for a while, we need to talk..." Trelawney looked a little excited, but also a little apprehensive.
"Okay, Professor."
Everyone left, Hermione gave Ted a look before leaving: Be careful, run if you can't do it!
Ted nodded with a smile.
Trelawney's thinking is as active as a monkey dancing in front of her, it's hard not to notice it.
He could understand her performance.
However, he didn't intend to comfort the other party.
"Uh...that..." Trelawney seemed a little at a loss as to how to speak.
Ted said with a smile: "Does the professor want to say that I have the talent of a fortune-teller? The students are all joking. Some people say that I have the talent of the Dark Lord!"
Trelawney quickly lowered her head and pushed her glasses. She didn't expect her thoughts to be seen by the other party, "Oh, yes, yes."
Ted rolled his eyes, I laughed at myself Dark Lord, what are you doing here? !
Facing this good-looking young man who was no longer shorter than herself, Trelawney suddenly didn't know what to say.
"You, you need to know that divination and prophecy requires talent, not... not everyone can go far on this road. So, so you have to study hard, you know?"
Trelawney didn't even know what she was talking about, so how could I still encourage her.
Shouldn't you sternly remind the other party not to waste time in this business with unreasonable ideas?
Ted smiled: "Okay professor, I see. The Defense Against the Dark Arts class is about to start, and I will leave first if there is nothing else."
"Oh, alright."
Ted raised his legs and walked out, suddenly feeling something was wrong.
Turning around, she found that Trelawney was already sitting upright on the chair, her pupils dilated, and her whole body tensed up in an unspeakable posture.
"Professor! What's wrong with you, Professor? Are you okay?" Ted didn't dare to reach out to touch her.
I am Cao! You don't want to touch porcelain, do you?
Professor Trelawney's pupils had already expanded to the limit, and a string of rapid words came out of her mouth: "Darkness! Death! Is approaching! Stop him, stop him, he is coming!"
Ted was taken aback, and immediately became serious: "Who? Who do you think is coming? When?!"
"Huh? Student Epiphany, what are you talking about? Aren't you going to take Defense Against the Dark Arts class?" At this time, Trelawney returned to normal.
Blanch!
Ted frowned slightly, "Professor, do you remember what you said just now?"
"What? I said: Oh, okay."
"Not this sentence!"
"Isn't this sentence?"
"You say: Darkness! Death! Is approaching! Stop him, stop him, he's coming!"
Ted is too similar, not only the tone and speed of speech, but also the tone and color are the same as Trelawney.
Suddenly hearing her own voice from Ted's mouth, Trelawney was startled.
Then I was taken aback by the content again!
"I said that?!"
"Exactly!"
"I have no memory! I don't remember at all!"
"I know, don't worry. Sit down first." Ted simply reassured her.
Psychic powers quickly calmed the panicked Trelawney.
"Professor, you are gifted with prophecy. Do you know that?"
"Really?"
Trelawney immediately smiled, but quickly realized that something was wrong: "Oh, I mean of course, I'm a divination professor."
Ted turned his face to one side and straightened his expression, "I mean, you really have a talent for prophecy. Do you still remember why you were hired by Dumbledore as a professor of divination?"
Trelawney fell into memories, and Ted guided her with words: "Remember? At night, in the Pig's Head Bar, you and Dumbledore, the candles were dim...He didn't want to hire you as a professor. In fact, he wanted to cancel this class at all. But you suddenly made a prophecy..."
Trelawney's consciousness began to wander in memories of the past, but she really couldn't remember, and Ted could see that this small piece of her memory was blank.
Her ability of this kind, she is unconscious when prophesying, and she will not have any memory.
"Okay, Professor, we'll talk more later. Let's talk about this new prophecy, now I have to go to class..."
After Ted left, Trelawney was both scared and happy!
Death is approaching!
So it wasn't Dumbledore who took pity on me! I really have a talent for prophecy!
Years of mental burdens were unloaded at once, and the whole person felt relaxed...
(end of this chapter)