The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

Professor Trelawney wore a green suit with metallic sequins and looked like a star at a concert. She slid towards the crowd, as if she had a pulley under her feet.

"Sybill, Irma, it's a rarity, and I am overjoyed to have you here." Dumbledore stood up and welcomed the last two guests. Mrs. Pince is not bad, often appearing on the edge of the faculty chair, enjoying the food quietly. Professor Trelawney is a rare visitor. In order not to let the complexity of the campus interfere with her Tianmu, she seldom comes down from the west tower where the divination classroom is located. She didn't even show up at the Christmas Eve dinner the day before yesterday. Unexpectedly, she appeared today.

"I was just looking at the crystal ball, Headmaster," Professor Trelawney's voice was still so ethereal, "I saw from the crystal ball that I was going to give up my simple meal and go to the auditorium to enjoy a sumptuous lunch. Although it is too beautiful The food is not conducive to the fortune-tellers to limit their desires, but this is fate, and I cannot refuse, so I beg you to forgive me for coming uninvited."

Professor McGonagall on the side couldn't help rolling her eyes: This is the most refreshing and refined statement she has ever heard. Why do fortune-tellers limit material desires? Because their wallets don't allow them luxury.

Dumbledore's eyes flickered, "Of course there's no problem, you see there's just one seat left."

Before taking the seat, Professor Trelawney carefully counted the number of people seated, and then she breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, there are not thirteen people dining together, although twelve is not a good number, but it is better than ten. Three good things."

Others at the table:  …

Huck asked nervously: "What's the matter, is there any statement on the number of people dining?"

Professor McGonagall, who was standing beside him, was about to refute Professor Trelawney's remarks, but Professor Trelawney was one step ahead of her and replied: "There is no number more unlucky than thirteen, when When thirteen people eat together, the first person to stand up will surely be the first to die!"

Huck: !

He began to recall carefully whether he had attended a banquet with thirteen people, but found that he could not remember at all.

Professor Trelawney sounds absurd - how can anyone's fate be determined by the number of people who eat together? But considering that he's currently having lunch at a magic school, that's pretty convincing.

"What's the meaning of twelve?" He couldn't wait to ask. No matter how bad the meaning of thirteen was, there were only twelve people on the table. On the contrary, having twelve people dining together would really affect him.

Professor Trelawney didn't care about this. She waved her bony hand and told Huck casually that the meaning of twelve was not bad, it was just "digging a well without a spring", the so-called "digging a well without a spring". ", refers to weak and powerless, isolated and helpless, outwardly auspicious and inner suffering, and it is difficult to achieve anything.

Hearing Huck's face darkened. Alone and helpless? You may wish to speak clearly!

"Whether it's one of us getting things done or all of us..."

"Of course it's someone!" Professor Trelawney gave Huck a dissatisfied look. Should this common sense be asked? But she was stunned when she saw Huck's face.

Huck really believed in Professor Trelawney. However, Professor McGonagall on the side really doesn't trust his colleagues. She said dissatisfiedly: "Then we are willing to take this risk, Sybil, a person's fate mostly depends on the historical process and personal efforts, and has nothing to do with the number of people who eat together."

Dumbledore also said with a smile: "If there are thirteen people to eat together, then I will be the first to stand up, the old man!"

Tom usually believed in Professor Trelawney's prophecy, but today's sentence is too nonsense - it is not good for thirteen to eat together, and it is not good for twelve to eat together? How many people do you need to eat together?

"Perhaps this prophecy is about to be applied to me," he interjected. "Maybe I've done enough review someday, and I still fail—"

The professors present laughed softly.

"Then Yodel, can you tell me in advance which subject you want to be admitted to?" Tom's dean, Professor Flitwick, was close to Tom, so he joked happily.

Tom:  …

Can't take this topic! It will really be suspended! Fortunately, Tom's voice caught Professor Trelawney's attention.

She looked at Tom with a happy expression, "Ah, Yodel, I didn't expect you and I to meet again in the material world. What amazes me is that you, surrounded by chaos and noise, don't have any vague signs in your Tianmu... …”

After a few words of greetings with Tom, she took a seat with Professor McGonagall's impatient eyes.

Dumbledore also picked up the spoon and tapped the rim of the goblet in front of him, "Since everyone is ready, let's have dinner!"

The next moment, chubby roast turkeys, mounds of roast meat and boiled potatoes on empty golden plates, delicious sausages and bolognese sandwiches on huge plates, bowls of buttered peas, Dishes of thick and thick gravy and lingonberry sauce.

Huck looked stunned. But even in a state of extreme surprise, he instinctively pushed the plate of turkey farther away.

Heck, you wizards eat turkey!

Still, the magic of life in the wizarding world is quite attractive. Huck suddenly had a new idea.

"Professor Dumbledore, I want to learn magic!" He looked at Dumbledore seriously and asked, "Teach me magic, I am willing to pay any price."

Unfortunately, Dumbledore couldn't help him.

"Any child in the UK who is gifted to be a wizard will receive an offer to Hogwarts at the age of eleven ~ www.wuxiamtl.com ~ Mr Huck since you didn't hear from you when you were eleven , that means you don't have the talent to be a wizard."

Huck looked disappointed. He silently took food from the plate in front of him, feeling as if someone was watching him. He followed his gaze and saw that it was the soothsayer named Sybill Trelawney.

"Excuse me, what's the matter with you?" Huck asked cautiously.

"I'm looking at your face," Professor Trelawney stared at Huck's face through her huge glasses, "you have a good face, I can take a look at your palm, and then give Do you do a tea divination?"

Huck: ?

other people:!

For Huck, this episode was just a bit of a surprise, but in the eyes of other professors, it was quite scary: Professor Trelawney actually gave a positive prediction? Is the world going to end?

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Today, it is the story of Venusia Quickley, the twenty-first minister of the Ministry of Magic.