Harry Potter and the Legend of the Temple

Moody's explanation gave the students a new perspective, and they later learned how to deal with the Inferi and Werewolves. After one class, almost all the boys in the class were impressed by Moody's powerful magical power.

"Magic requires strength to carry it, but for black magic, your skills are more important, because dark wizards are cunning and cunning, and any powerful magic is nothing but their conspiracy in front of them."

"Okay, next class, we will talk about the more powerful black magic spells, such as the one you are familiar with, the Unforgivable Curse..."

Moody's class ended with cheers. At the end of get out of class, Louis was stopped by Moody.

"Mr. Wiggins, right? I heard Arthur mention you."

In the office, Moody hobbled out a chair and placed his prosthetic leg on it.

This was not the first time Louis had entered the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, but it was the first time he had entered Moody's. Everything about him is simpler than Lupine's. There is a mirror on the table, which is the magic mirror that can identify all illusions.

"Speaking of which, I haven't thanked you properly yet." Moody slumped down at his desk. "It was you who reminded me that day, so I was more cautious on the day I was attacked."

"So, Professor, it was Barty Crouch Jr. who ambushed you at your home?" Louis asked.

"That's right, that son of a bitch is always haunted." Moody spat. "If I think correctly, the attack on the World Cup stadium should also be his masterpiece."

"Oh? Why can't you see that?"

"Come on, Wiggins, do you really think that house elf can do that kind of thing?" Moody shook his head, "This is very similar to his style, causing big things, just like he did to him more than ten years ago. Longbottom did."

Louis stopped talking. Moody's speculation seemed to be fully prepared for his opponent. However, this does not rule out Barty Crouch Jr. pretending to expose himself in order to gain Louis' trust.

"What would you like to drink, Wiggins? Black tea or whiskey?"

"No, Professor, I think I should go." Louis pointed to the door, "There will be classes later."

He waited until there were ten minutes left in the next class before coming out of Moody's office. However, the next class happened to be Trelawney's divination class, the subject that gave Louis the most headache.

The North Tower was a long way away from the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. When he climbed up a flight of stairs and passed through the silver ceiling, the Divination classroom opened right before his eyes.

He entered slowly and found that the classroom was still as smoke-filled as ever, and Trelawney seemed to have been deliberately creating a mysterious atmosphere.

"You're late, kid, oh, I've been thinking about how we can meet again." Trelawney stood in the middle of the classroom, "Louis Wiggins, I've always thought you have a talent for divination, kid. "

"Sit down, our class has just begun." Sybill Trelawney pointed to the empty seats. Ginny waved to him. Louis sat down next to her, and then saw Astor not far away. Leah muttered and turned her head away, looking a little unhappy.

"Where did I just talk? By the way, divination class. This is an extremely profound subject. As I said before, if you don't have a very high talent..."

Louis didn't want to hear this goddess talk a second time, and he began to yawn while sitting in his seat.

In fact, he never understood why Dumbledore made Divination mandatory for all third-year students. Could it be because of the prophecy that changed the fate of the magical world fourteen years ago?

"What we are going to learn today is to interpret tea leaves. Of course we will spend the whole semester on this." Trelawney said, "The secret of divination needs to be experienced by yourself before you can discover it. Okay, let's get started now." ”

The allure of Sybill Trelawney lies not only in the mystique of her classes, but also in her brilliant performances year after year.

Last year, she predicted that Harry would suffer ominous omens and even die, but this was just the effect of her show.

"Oh, dear child, this is not a good sign." Trelawney stood next to the pale Colin Creevey, "Something unfortunate will happen to you."

"Unfortunately? What will happen to Colin?" Ginny asked Louis nervously.

Louis spread his hands. This goddess always talks nonsense. Who knows which of her words is correct.

Next, Trelawney asked the two of them to form groups, just like last year, with two teapots placed between each two people. She asked the students to carefully look at the shape of the tea leaves and perform divination according to the book.

"This thing looks like a crown." Ginny flipped through the book, "What does it mean? There is no explanation in the book..."

"Does this mean you will become the queen in the future?"

"Don't talk nonsense Louis." Ginny shushed him, shook the tea cup, and then looked at it carefully, "It's a bit like a broomstick now."

"I know, the queen of sports." Louis had an idea, "You know the Daily Prophet has a dedicated sports section, right? That's how you do it."

"Quidditch? I quite like it." That's her personality. She learned it from her brothers. It can be said that Ginny is a rising star in the Quidditch world.

While Louis and the others were blindly studying the teacups, Sybill Trelawney started to show off again, this time her target was pointed at Slytherin on the side.

"Perhaps I can help you." Trelawney walked up to Astoria, picked up the cup of tea and observed it without her permission.

"Well, it's a bit strange. This thing looks like a falcon and a spider. Let me think about it later." She thought about it. This was the first time Louis had seen Trelawney in this situation.

"Although this thing is difficult to judge, kid, this is not a good sign."

She turned the teacup upside down again, and her pupils immediately dilated: "It's a ghost, that's right. This is a rare kind of tea. I haven't seen it for a long time."

"I'm sorry, Professor, what is a ghost?" Grace, a Slytherin girl sitting next to Astoria, asked curiously. She is one of Astoria's few friends at Hogwarts. , and is also Slytherin’s top academic figure.

"This is an extremely rare and profound tea leaf. It cannot be written in books. The ghost represents fate. My child, you are cursed. It is a curse engraved in fate..."

"Um, Professor, why don't you help me take a look at my tea leaves." Before Trelawney could continue, Louis quickly stood up and interrupted her.

Astoria didn't know about the blood curse she had. He didn't know whether Trelawney was doing it by mistake or what. In short, he couldn't let this goddess continue to talk.

Because he had already seen Astoria's face pale, and she seemed to know something.