Chapter 204: Divination and Ancient Runes

Hermione was right.

Divination was garbage...

The first class of the school year was Divination.

John was sitting in the corner of the Divination classroom with Ethan, looking at the blurry mess gathered at the bottom of the cup and complaining in his heart.

Everything Hermione said made sense.

Hermione wouldn't lie to me.

Hermione, I was wrong.

John and Ethan looked at each other helplessly and silently flipped through the broken book that recorded tea leaf divination.

"Not everyone has sharp eyes for interpretation; sometimes, for the same bottom of the cup, different people will have different interpretations."

Below the stage, Professor Trelawney was still talking eloquently, explaining those tea leaf patterns that weren't in the textbook.

But isn't what you're saying just like a disclaimer clause?

After all that, you don't even know if this prophecy is correct, right!

"If you can't understand the patterns on it, it proves that your heart is still lost, and you haven't clarified the object you want to divine."

Still a disclaimer clause.

John silently pushed the teacup toward Ethan's side.

"Come, dear Sen, help me see, what kind of life revelation is hidden in this blurry mess?"

Ethan narrowed his eyes and leaned close to the cup rim, looking at John's teacup.

Then he looked at his own "textbook."

"Uh, although I can't understand the pattern at the bottom of your cup... but according to the book, tea leaves gathered in the center of the bottom... symbolize misfortune..."

Hearing Ethan's words, John didn't have any waves and directly stirred the tea leaves gathered at the bottom with a finger.

"What about now?"

"......"

Ethan was speechless for a while, but still flipped through the book and gave an answer after a long time.

"Uh... the book says, the more you stir fate, the faster you will be unlucky..."

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Hearing this, John became even more energetic.

He stirred the tea leaves at the bottom of the cup frantically.

The tea leaves at the bottom of the cup were instantly stirred everywhere, covering the cup wall.

Watching John's appearance, Ethan couldn't help but complain.

"No, since you don't believe this, why do you insist on messing around in the direction of bad luck."

"Can't you just give yourself a lucky divination according to the book? That way there's at least some psychological comfort."

Hearing Ethan's complaint, John raised his head abruptly.

"Wow, dear Sen, you are simply a genius!"

John took the book from Ethan's hand and flipped to the pattern that predicted luck and great joy.

Then he gathered the tea leaves at the bottom of the cup together again, barely piecing together an abstract pattern.

"What is this called? This is called fighting for your own future, right?"

After doing all this, John also blew his own horn to Ethan with a grin.

Ethan just gave a thumbs up to this.

"Come, let Father take a look, what is your prophecy?"

Saying that, John picked up Ethan's cup and looked at it.

"Dear Sen, your tea leaves are piled on the cup wall opposite the cup handle, and it looks like a cross, or a star..."

"Does it predict that your relatives and friends will be entangled in trouble... or will your relatives and friends have good luck?"

John looked at the pattern in Ethan's teacup and interpreted it against the textbook.

"Hey, isn't this a coincidence? I count as your relative and friend, and just now I divined misfortune, and then I changed it to luck."

"Then if I hit the jackpot, it proves it's a star, and my luck-changing was successful."

"If I have bad luck, it proves it's a cross! Count my luck-changing as a failure."

"Inside and out, it's all logical."

It was just that hearing John's words, Ethan rolled his eyes speechlessly.

"You got the primary and secondary reversed."

"Are you divining? You're doing metaphysical experiments."

"This is an ambiguous prophecy with no value."

It really is.

John scratched his head, just wanting to say something else, when Professor Trelawney came to their side at some point.

"Prophecy, sometimes being ambiguous can give people the motivation to move forward."

When saying this, Professor Trelawney's eyes behind her super-thick glasses were unusually serious.

Both were stunned by Professor Trelawney's look, a bit unaccustomed.

After all, she had just been dancing around like a god-stick, interpreting some strange patterns for students.

"Ahem—" However, the next second, she suddenly cleared her throat, and the look behind her lenses turned into that familiar and clear stupidity again.

"Hmm? What was I doing just now?... "

"Oh! Child, this is a cross symbolizing misfortune, but not for you, but for your relatives and friends."

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Her super-transcendent transformation left the two stunned again.

Didn't you just say it was ambiguous? How did it become a precise prophecy now?

And it was the kind that directly sentenced them to death!

John silently stuffed the teacup into Ethan's hand.

Divination class was indeed garbage.

The bad news was that he chose the wrong subject.

The good news was that this subject's credits were easy to mix.

The interpretation of divination varies from person to person, so the homework assigned by Professor Trelawney had no standard answer.

As long as you make up a story yourself, you can muddle through.

It belongs to the gospel of the academic scums.

If you really don't want to waste time on this later, you can also simply change to another elective course.

Avoiding the academic masters from hanging themselves on one tree.

Very good, very humane.

Ryan and Titus were both pure-blood born, and their life behavior patterns from childhood to adulthood were very different from Muggles.

So they all chose the Muggle Studies subject and didn't study with John and Ethan.

As for the other elective course, John chose Ancient Runes himself, while the three of them all chose Care of Magical Creatures.

So for the second class, John walked toward the Ancient Runes classroom alone.

It's worth mentioning that the teaching threshold for Ancient Runes was very high.

Because very few students chose this subject, all students who chose this subject were thrown into one classroom to study.

This meant that whether you were a freshman in the third year coming into contact with it for the first time, or a senior old student who had studied for three or four years.

They were all taking the same class.

You didn't have any buffer or adaptation period, nor did you have basic tutoring or introductory strategies.

The content of each class was different, yet they were all about the same.

They only talked about one or two points, from shallow to deep.

How much you could learn after accumulating class after class depended entirely on your own ability to integrate and self-study after class.

So that's why so few people studied this subject; every year, a bunch of people would choose it, find they couldn't learn it, and change to another subject.

Of course, John was someone who still wanted to sign up for this course after knowing these difficulties.

Besides being interested himself, there was one main point.

That was, they could finally be classmates with Hermione for once.

Arriving at the Ancient Runes classroom, John saw Hermione sitting alone in the corner at a glance.

She should have just arrived, and was pulling out a stack of books thick enough to be used as a defensive shield from her bag.

John walked over slowly and came to her side.

"Do you mind if I sit on your left, classmate Granger?"

Hermione, who was flipping through a book, was slightly startled when she heard John's voice, looked up at John, then blinked and smiled.

"And what if I do mind, classmate Merrick?"

"Then I'll sit on your right."

Hearing this, Hermione laughed out of anger. ===== CHAPTER 205 =====