The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

Professor Trelawney wore a green dress studded with metallic sequins, looking like a star at a concert. She slid towards everyone, as if there was an extra pulley under her feet.

"Sibyl, Irma, it's really rare. I'm overjoyed by your arrival." Dumbledore stood up and welcomed the last two visitors. Mrs. Pince was okay, often appearing on the edge of the staff table, quietly enjoying the food. Professor Trelawney is a rare visitor. In order not to let the complexity of the campus interfere with her third eye, she rarely comes down from the west tower where the divination classroom is located. She didn't even show up for the Christmas Eve dinner the day before yesterday. Unexpectedly, she actually showed up 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 will give up my simple lunch and go to the auditorium to enjoy a sumptuous lunch. Although it is too beautiful The food is not conducive to the soothsayer's restraint of material desires, but it is a sign of fate that I cannot refuse, so I beg you to forgive me for coming uninvited."

Professor McGonagall on the side couldn't help but rolled her eyes: This is the most refreshing and refined way of saying that a poor person is stingy that she has ever heard. Why do fortune tellers restrict material desires? Because their wallets don’t allow them luxury.

Dumbledore's eyes flashed, "Of course, no problem. Look, there is another seat."

Before taking her seat, Professor Trelawney carefully counted the number of people present, and then she breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, the number of people dining together was not thirteen. Although the number twelve is not that great, it is still better than ten." Three good things.”

Others at the table:…

Huck asked nervously: "What's wrong? Is there any word on the number of people dining?"

Professor McGonagall beside her was furious and was about to refute Professor Trelawney's remarks, but Professor Trelawney was one step ahead of her and answered first: "There is no number more unlucky than thirteen. When thirteen people dine together, the first one to stand up will definitely be the first to die!”

Huck:!

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

Professor Trelawney's words sounded ridiculous - who's fate would be determined by the number of people eating together? But considering that I was currently eating lunch at a magic school, this statement was very convincing.

"Then what does twelve mean?" He couldn't wait to ask. No matter how bad the meaning of thirteen is, there are only twelve people on the table. On the contrary, having twelve people dining together will really affect him.

Professor Trelawney didn't care much 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" "It refers to being weak and powerless, isolated and helpless, auspicious on the outside but suffering on the inside, making it difficult to accomplish anything.

Huck's face darkened. Isolated and helpless, unable to achieve anything? You might as well speak more clearly!

"Does it mean that one of us has trouble getting things done or does it mean that all of us..."

"Of course it's a certain person!" Professor Trelawney glanced at Huck dissatisfied. Do you need to ask about this common sense? But she was stunned when she saw Huck's appearance.

Harker truly believed Professor Trelawney. But Professor McGonagall next to him really didn't believe his colleague. She said dissatisfiedly: "Then we are willing to take this risk, Sybil. A person's fate depends mostly on the historical process and personal efforts, and has nothing to do with the number of people who eat together."

Dumbledore also smiled and said: "If thirteen people eat together, then I, a bad old man, should be the first to stand up!"

Tom usually believed in Professor Trelawney's predictions, but what he said today was too nonsense - it was unlucky for thirteen people to eat together, but it was unlucky for twelve people to eat together? So how many people do we need to eat together?

"Maybe this prophecy will be fulfilled on me," he interjected, "Maybe I did enough review one day and still failed -"

The professors present all laughed softly.

"Yordle, can you tell me in advance which subject you want to take?" Tom's dean, Professor Flitwick, who is close to Tom, joked happily.

Tom:…

This topic cannot be taken up! You will really fail the class! Fortunately, Tom's voice attracted Professor Trelawney's attention.

She looked at Tom with a happy expression, "Ah, Yoder, I never thought that you and I would meet again in the material world. What surprises me is that, surrounded by chaos and noise, there is no sign of blur in your third eye... …”

After chatting with Tom for a few words, she sat down quietly under Professor McGonagall's impatient eyes.

Dumbledore also picked up the spoon and tapped the rim of the goblet in front of him, "Now that everyone is here, let's start dinner!"

The next moment, a plump roast turkey, a mountain of roasted meats and boiled potatoes appeared on the empty golden plate, delicious little sausages and pate sandwiches on a huge plate, bowls of peas mixed with butter, Platefuls of rich, thick meat marinade and lingonberry sauce.

Huck was stunned. But even in a state of extreme surprise, he still instinctively pushed the plate of turkey a little further away.

Damn it, why do you wizards eat turkey?

However, these life magics in the magical world are still quite attractive. Suddenly Huck had a new idea.

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

Unfortunately, Dumbledore couldn't help him.

"Any child in the UK who is gifted to become a wizard will receive a letter of admission to Hogwarts when he is eleven years old. Mr. Harker, since you did not receive a letter when you were eleven, it means that you did not The gift of being a wizard.”

Huck looked disappointed. He silently took food from the plate in front of him. At this moment, he felt as if someone was watching him. He followed his gaze and found that it was the soothsayer named Sybill Trelawney.

"Excuse me, what can I do for you?" Huck asked cautiously.

"I'm observing your face." Professor Trelawney stared at Huck's face through her huge glasses. "You have a good face. Let me take a look at your palm and give it to you." Do you do a tea fortune teller?”

Huck:?

other people:!

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

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Today, we are going to tell the story of Venucia Quickley, the twenty-first Minister of the Ministry of Magic.

Venusia Crickerly was a witch who served as Minister of Magic from 1903 to 1912.

A former Auror, Quickley was considered a capable and likeable minister. However, she eventually died in office due to a freak gardening accident involving mandrake.