Chapter 140 Luo Fu: Professor, Let’s Make a Bet?

As an old liar, Trelawney had countless embarrassing moments in her divination career.

For example... when she applied for the job of divination professor at Hogwarts, she met Dumbledore at the Hog's Head Inn, and the headmaster asked her to help read his palm.

In order to leave a good impression on Dumbledore, Trelawney said that he had a long life line and would live a hundred years.

But Dumbledore smiled and told her that he was exactly ninety-nine years old this year.

Even in such an embarrassing situation, Trelawney could make it back. Today, this little "mistake", she immediately had an idea after a turn of her eyes.

She said with a serious face:

"Is my voice gone? Too bad, too bad..."

Everyone looked at Trelawney in bewilderment. She sighed as if she was performing:

"This can only mean one thing, the student who was supposed to die from the flu and was saved by me will still die.

So the punishment for my leaking the prophecy disappeared... It seems that fate is hard to defy!"

Professor Trelawney looked at Rolf again, with a look of pity on his face, and the students all looked at him in horror.

"..." Rolf pulled the corners of his mouth, he was really thick-skinned.

Since Leif was cured of ADHD by Rolf, for some reason, he became autistic... Especially when facing those female toads, he even felt inferior.

Seeing so many people watching, he felt autistic and inferior at the same time, and quickly jumped back to Neville's arms.

Professor Trelawney stared at Neville again and said, "Child, is this your pet?"

"Yes... Professor Trelawney... It just ran away accidentally." Neville stuttered and explained, "I'm sorry."

"Well, then you have to be careful." Professor Trelawney's voice was erratic, and the firelight flickered on her long emerald earrings.

"When you are fourteen, there will be a disaster in your life, you can't avoid it!"

"..."

"Okay." Professor Trelawney stood up, she adjusted her shawl, and continued in a low voice:

"We finished learning the shape of tea leaves last school year, and learned palmistry not long ago... According to the progress, today we should learn the omen of fire."

Trelawney pointed to the corner, and saw a pile of braziers stacked on the shelf. She whispered:

"You need to take a brazier each, then go to my place to get sage, light it in the brazier, and finally sit down and observe the flame carefully."

"You can use the contents of pages 78 and 96 of the book "Seeing the Future through the Mist" to interpret the shape of the flame."

Everyone was very excited. Although playing with fire and peeing on the kang, playing with fire is more exciting than drinking tea leaves and reading palms.

After Rolf received the teaching equipment, he put the sage in the brazier. He snapped his fingers, and a small flame immediately jumped out, like a swift mouse.

Seeing that everyone had lit the sage, Professor Trelawney said in a vague voice:

"The flame is alive, it changes and never stops... like a book that keeps turning.

If you want to see it clearly, you first need years of hard training to witness the shapes in the flames, and then you need more years to distinguish which shadows belong to the future, which shadows belong to the present, and which shadows belong to the past.

In any case, the process is quite difficult... even for me, it took a long time to master the secrets."

Professor Trelawney walked towards the students, and the gems on her body kept colliding, making crisp sounds.

"So, I will walk among you, help you, guide you, and peek into this unfathomable flame."

Justin and Macmillan began to chuckle uncontrollably and had to put their fists in their mouths to muffle their laughter.

But Professor Trelawney still heard it. She came over and asked, "What did you see that made you so happy?"

Justin quickly opened the book and read according to the textbook: "An acorn... unexpected wealth, unexpected gold... I will have a lot of gold in the future."

"If I were you, I wouldn't be so sure, dear." Professor Trelawney looked at the flames and shook her head:

"A cracked peach... your hips are in danger... be careful of your roommate..."

"..."

Justin looked at McMillan in fear and moved his chair away from him.

Everyone looked at McMillan, after all, the two of them walked together arm in arm all day long.

McMillan's face flushed, and he loudly retorted: "But professor, from my point of view, it looks more like a dragon, not a peach butt."

"Really?" Professor Trelawney's glowing eyes turned to McMillan, and she asked again: "What shape is your flame?"

"Hmm..." McMillan scratched his hair and said: "A rose... represents that I will harvest sweet love?"

"I don't think so." Professor Trelawney shook her head and said in a vague voice:

"I seem to have seen your final divination class results... It seems that you will fail, dear... You have to work harder."

"..."

Such a naked threat, McMillan immediately shivered and dared not refute Trelawney again. After all, whether to pass or not is not up to her.

With McMillan's example, no one dared to refute Professor Trelawney anymore, and they all observed the flames honestly.

Rolf sat on the chair, he took out a bottle of potion from his pocket and poured it into the brazier, and the flames immediately jumped up and burned the ceiling black.

This act of playing with fire undoubtedly attracted the attention of Professor Trelawney, who immediately walked over, her bracelet making a tinny sound.

"Kid, what are you doing?!"

"Professor Trelawney, I'm observing the flames." Rove quietly put away the medicine bottle and said with a smile:

"I just suddenly discovered that I may have a unique talent in divination. I seem to have awakened what you often call...the third eye."

"It's a pity, child." Professor Trelawney shook her head and sighed:

"I'm telling the truth, don't be upset, dear, I have discovered a long time ago that the halo surrounding you is very small, about the size of a grain of rice.

Like the little girl named Hermione Granger in Gryffindor House, you have a very poor ability to accept future resonances... In other words, you have no gift of prophecy. "

"..."

Luofu twitched the corners of his mouth, with a pure smile on his face and said:

"How about we make a bet?"

"A bet?" Professor Trelawney frowned, "What are you betting on?"

"Bet on the shape of my flame." Luofu said with a smile: "You win... I will be your loyal believer from now on. If you ask me to go east, I will never go west. If you ask me to chase the dog, I will never catch him. chicken.

If I win... I hope my future scores in divination classes will be perfect. "

Professor Trelawney narrowed her eyes and looked at Rove.

Neville looked at Trelawney and seemed a little moved. He wanted to remind her... not to gamble.

Hermione was the one who bet with Rove last time... If she bets a few more times, she should lose.

"You can bet." Professor Trelawney said softly: "I saw a tomb, a cracked tomb, and a monster crawled out."

Luofu shook his head and said, "I saw a fire-ash snake."

"My child, you are mistaken... The flames make it clear that they are a tomb... There is truth in the flames, but it is not always easy to grasp."

Before Professor Trelawney could finish speaking, she was suddenly stunned.

I saw the flames swaying, and soon condensed into the shape of a small snake. Its body was thin, gray-white, and its eyes were shining red.

It slid across the brazier and left a trail of ash in its wake.

That's a fire-ash snake!

Luo Fu narrowed his eyes and smiled:

"I win, Professor Trelawney."

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