bacchusnovels Chapter 301 It turns out that the senior's training methods were all correct.
Chapter 301 It turns out that the senior's training methods were all correct.
Chapter 301 It turns out that the senior's training methods were all correct.
Qiu Zhang was still an inexperienced young girl, and she didn't have much experience with certain bodily reactions and emotional fluctuations.
This unprecedented feeling left Qiu Zhang somewhat bewildered, and the situation that was happening to her body was actually a completely normal physiological reaction that occurred while she was completely at a loss.
So when Tonks let out a soft gasp, she already knew what had happened.
As a result, Zhang Qiu's cheeks quickly flushed red, a surge of heat rushed to her face, and her whole body began to stiffen and feel uneasy.
A conflicted feeling arose in her heart.
Should I admit defeat?
Qiu Zhang was struggling internally, feeling a confusion and pressure he had never experienced before.
At this moment, her body could no longer hide that physiological reaction—a natural stress response of an inexperienced young girl to unfamiliar sensations—making her feel unable to continue.
Her instincts told her that admitting defeat now might be the best option, so that she could escape this unspeakable embarrassment.
However, another voice within her was stopping her.
Admit defeat? No, I can't admit defeat under these circumstances.
She has already demonstrated so much strength and determination in this duel, how could she give in because of this subtle physiological reaction?
Two completely different ideas clashed fiercely in her mind.
Just as the kind angel was about to defeat the evil demon, it stopped.
To put it more vividly, Qiu Zhang's brain stopped working.
She felt a warm breath gradually approaching the base of her thighs, and then the swamp turned into a vast ocean.
Yes, Tonks is trying to save himself at this moment.
That drop of water was like Newton's apple, opening the door to a new world for her.
After being trained by Sean, she came up with a plan.
A method Sean once used during training.
Being able to actually practice and execute the training her senior had given her, step by step, was perhaps the greatest feedback she could give him—that's how Tonks convinced herself.
Because she couldn't believe that Sean had foreseen her current predicament.
He was suspended in such an awkward position with a female student, and she even had to use this method to achieve victory.
Having decided on his action plan, Tonks gritted his teeth and probed deeper into Zhang Qiuzi's body.
When Qiu Zhang felt a strange yet smooth object constantly drawing moisture from his body, he subconsciously loosened his arms from Tonks and simultaneously spread his legs high.
As the water flowed forward, Tonks' body plummeted downwards. Her gaze caught Cho Chang's panicked face, the turmoil in his eyes evident.
In that instant, time seemed to slow down dramatically, and Cho Chang's reaction and inner struggle were clearly reflected in Tonks's vision.
At that moment, Tonks smiled. The corners of her mouth turned up slightly, carrying a hint of victorious confidence and relaxed relief.
Yes, she won.
The reason for her victory is obvious—Choo Chang had not experienced the training of her senior, while she had.
It turns out that the senior's training methods were all effective.
"Sit down, my children, sit down."
Professor Trelawney's soft, ethereal voice rang out in the dim light of the fireplace, and the students sat down uncomfortably. Some slumped into the soft armchairs, while others slumped onto the cushions.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat around the same table, feeling both nervous and curious.
"Welcome to Shangzhan get out of class." Professor Trelawney sat gracefully in an armchair by the fireplace, his gaze slowly sweeping over each student from behind his thick glasses. "I am Professor Trelawney. You probably haven't seen me before. I've found that frequently venturing into the chaotic and noisy campus life blurs my vision."
The students remained silent after hearing these mysterious words, none of them daring to respond rashly.
Professor Trelawney calmly adjusted her shawl and continued, "You've chosen divination, the most esoteric branch of all magic. I must warn you, if you lack innate insight, I'm afraid I can't help you. This subject cannot be learned from books."
Upon hearing this, Harry and Ron exchanged a knowing smile, while Hermione showed a clear expression of displeasure, finding it hard to accept the suggestion that the book was useless for the course.
"Many wizards, even those who excel in other areas—whether spells, potions, or transfiguration—are completely powerless when it comes to seeing through the veil of mystery surrounding the future," Professor Trelawney continued.
Her large eyes darted among the students, gazing mysteriously at each tense face. Suddenly,
Her gaze fell on Neville. "You, child, how is your grandmother doing lately?"
Neville was so frightened he almost fell off the cushion, and replied in a trembling voice, "I think she's alright."
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"If I were you, I wouldn't be so sure," Professor Trelawney said mysteriously, the firelight gleaming on her long emerald earrings.
Neville gasped in shock, his face turning deathly pale.
Professor Trelawney continued calmly, “This year we will learn the basic methods of divination. The first semester will be on interpreting tea leaves, and the second semester on palmistry. Oh, and dear—” she suddenly turned to Parvati Petil, her tone soft yet warning, “beware of a red-haired man.”
Parvati immediately glanced at Ron behind her in a panic, then quickly moved her chair further away, seemingly unwilling to take any risks.
"In the summer term," Professor Trelawney continued, seemingly oblivious to the subtle tension in the classroom, "we will begin learning about the crystal ball—provided, of course, that we can finish learning about the signs of fire. Unfortunately, there will be a severe flu outbreak in February—I myself may lose my voice. Oh, and around Easter, one of us will leave us forever."
Her words plunged the entire classroom into an uneasy silence. The students looked tense but dared not ask any questions.
Professor Trelawney seemed completely oblivious to the atmosphere and calmly continued her explanation.
“Darling,” she said to Lavender Brown, breaking the silence, “pass me the largest silver teacup.” Lavender rose nervously and handed him the teacup, which Professor Trelawney took with a strange smile. “Oh, and by the way, your worst fears will come true on Friday, October 16th.”
Lavender's face turned pale, and he trembled slightly.
"Now, I ask you to practice in groups." Professor Trelawney softened his tone, gesturing for the students to get started. "Each of you take a teacup from the shelf and come to me. I'll fill it with tea. Drink until only tea leaves remain, then swirl the cup three times with your left hand, then invert it onto the tray and wait for the tea to drain."
Give this to your partner to interpret. You can refer to pages five and six of "Seeing the Future Through the Fog." I will be circulating among you, providing guidance.
After Professor Trelawney finished speaking, he turned his gaze to Neville, who was about to get up, and gently took his arm. "Darling, if you break a teacup, please choose one with a blue pattern. I really like the pink one."
Sure enough, just as Neville reached the teacup stand, a crisp sound of shattering porcelain rang out. Professor Trelawney, carrying a dustpan and broom, hurried over, his tone still calm: "My dear, it's alright. Remember to take the blue one, thank you."
Harry and Ron filled their teacups, returned to the table, and quickly drank the scalding hot tea.
Following the instructions, they swirled their cups to drain the tea, then exchanged cups and began trying to interpret each other's "future" according to the instructions in the book.
"Alright," Ron said, by which time they had all turned to pages five and six of "Seeing the Future Through the Fog," "What can you see in my cup?"
Harry rubbed his throbbing head. The thick smell of cigarettes in the classroom made him feel numb and drowsy. "A bunch of wet, brown stuff," he muttered, trying to pull himself together.
Professor Trelawney's ethereal voice drifted from a corner of the classroom, echoing almost in itself: "Broaden your minds, my dears, only by transcending worldly boundaries can you glimpse the truth!"
Hearing this, Harry forced himself to pull himself together and continue staring at Ron's cup. He opened his book...
He said, half-seriously, "There's a crooked cross in the cup, um... that means you'll experience 'hardship and suffering'—sorry, Ron—but wait, there's also something that looks like the sun."
The book says it represents "immense joy." It seems you're going to suffer, but at the same time, you'll also be very happy.
“That’s great,” Ron said sarcastically. “If you ask me, you should test your ‘third eye’.” After Ron finished speaking with feigned seriousness, Professor Trelawney glared at them as if offended, and the two of them quickly tried to suppress their laughter.
"Alright, my turn—" Ron took Harry's cup, staring at it intently, his face furrowing in deep thought. "This piece—it looks a bit like a top hat," he said, tilting his head. "Maybe you'll end up working for the Ministry of Magic someday."
He turned the cup around, examining it closely. "But from this angle, it looks like an acorn—the book says it represents 'a windfall.' Wow, great, you've struck it rich, Harry! Remember to lend me some!" He grinned mischievously and turned the cup again. "But there's something animal-like here, like a hippopotamus—oh no, maybe a sheep?"
Harry smiled sarcastically, about to respond, when he suddenly sensed Professor Trelawney walking quickly toward him.
She leaned over and stared at Harry's teacup, her tone tinged with displeasure and a hint of mystery: "Let me see, darling."
She snatched the cup from Ron's hand, her gaze intently swirling it. The classroom murmur vanished instantly; everyone held their breath, watching her intently. Her eyes followed the movement of the tea leaves, her expression gradually darkening: "Eagle—darling, you have a mortal enemy."
"Who doesn't know this?" Hermione couldn't help but whisper, making sure everyone could hear. Professor Trelawney glared at her unhappily.
"Everyone knows about Harry and Vader," Hermione added, a hint of sarcasm in her voice.
Harry and Ron stared at Hermione in surprise. She dared to speak so bluntly to the professor in class; this was not the usual Hermione.
Professor Trelawney did not continue to refute Hermione. She lowered her frighteningly large eyes, continued to swirl her teacup, and her expression became even more gloomy.
"A big stick—an attack, oh my god, this is not a good sign," she murmured.
Ron Shane broke the awkward silence with a laugh: "I thought it was a tall, round hat—"
Professor Trelawney ignored his teasing and continued staring at the cup: "Skull—you are in great danger, dear—"
An uneasy silence fell over the classroom, and everyone watched her nervously.
Finally, Professor Trelawney turned the teacup around again, suddenly gasped, his face changed drastically, and he screamed.
Amid her screams, the sound of shattering porcelain rang out again; Neville had accidentally broken the second cup as well.
Professor Trelawney slumped into his armchair, clutching his chest with a hand adorned with rings, and closed his eyes, seemingly suppressing some immense emotion.
"My dear child—oh, my poor child—no, it's best not to ask, don't make me say it..." Her voice was hoarse and filled with fear.
"What is it, Professor?" Dean Thomas couldn't help but ask. The other students slowly stood up and gathered around Harry and Ron's table, all eyes fixed on Trelawney.
Trelawney's enormous eyes snapped open, filled with disbelief: "You have an 'ominous sign'."
Harry was taken aback. "An ominous sign?" he asked, puzzled, completely unaware of what she meant.
Clearly, he wasn't the only one confused. Dean Thomas shrugged at him helplessly, while Lavender Brown looked bewildered, but the others wore expressions of horror, as if they had heard some terrifying prophecy.
"A bad omen, my dear!" Trelawney raised her voice, clearly shocked by Harry's slowness. "That creepy dog that's been wandering the graveyard! It's the worst omen—a harbinger of death!"
The entire classroom fell into a suffocating silence. Everyone held their breath in tension, as if the shadow of death loomed over them.
Just then, Harry saw the black dog standing not far away, watching him without moving.