bacchusnovels Chapter 532 Ginny's Dream
Chapter 532 Ginny's Dream
Chapter 528 Ginny's Dream
The dream was about that afternoon.
Ginny dreamt that she was eavesdropping at the bathroom door with her extendable ear and was discovered by Professor Phillips.
The other person pulled him into the bathroom.
Then, together with the original headmistress, Bertha, in the restroom—
What followed became extremely embarrassing, to the point that Ginny dared not even imagine it further.
"Ginny, are you alright?" A classmate asked with concern, noticing Ginny's flushed face.
Ginny nodded hurriedly, "I...I'm fine—"
"Really?" The other person looked skeptical, but still changed the subject to the class assignment that Professor Trelawney had just given: each student had to tell the person next to them about their dream, and then have the person interpret the dream in the "Dream Interpretation Guide".
only----
How could I possibly voice such a dream?
Ginny blushed even more at the thought.
Even if you say it out loud, can a dream interpretation guide really interpret this kind of dream?
What will be written on it?
Is the author writing about "you" entering puberty and experiencing the stirrings of first love?
Writing "you" actually conceals a second personality, a shameless one—
"I never remember my dreams," Ginny had no choice but to say. "Tell me a dream."
"You'll always be able to remember one," the other person said.
"Okay, I dreamt about—"
"Conformity is a psychological phenomenon."
"It refers to the influence of the behavior of external groups on an individual, resulting in their perception, judgment, and understanding conforming to public opinion or the behavior of the majority."
"In countless experiments—"
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"Muggle scientists have realized that only a small percentage of people are able to remain independent and not conform. Therefore, the tendency to conform is a common psychological phenomenon among individuals."
Humans are social animals.
"When a person accepts a social role or submits to a social norm, it is, to some extent, a matter of being loyal to social expectations."
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This lesson was very rewarding for some of the young wizards who were interested in this topic.
At least they understand why tornadoes have so many fans.
For new fans, and not just for Quidditch, there will be less hostility. And those who have always followed the trend might stop and reflect on whether their behavior and actions are what they truly want.
The period before the start of the school year is always particularly hectic.
For the professors at Hogwarts, the workload is extremely heavy, with classes coming one after another. They are almost like spinning tops being constantly whipped, never able to stop.
This also results in professors having extremely limited free time.
People like Sean, who can make the most of every spare moment to add fun to their lives, truly deserve the title of "time management master".
However, it's normal to have some quirks when you're under a lot of work pressure.
Dumbledore likes to eat sweets, and so does he. In a rounding-up fashion, we're all the same and can both be called SugarDaddy.
After having lunch in the auditorium, Sean immediately got back to work.
The afternoon class was for third-year wizards who had just become eligible to take the elective course.
Sean naturally wouldn't discuss such profound topics with them as he did in the morning; he simply used examples to illustrate the differences between the wizarding world and the Muggle world.
Inside the auditorium, the three little ones had just finished eating.
Harry looked down at his empty plate and sat alone, feeling sullen.
"That's really unfair," Hermione said, sitting down next to Harry. "Your potions are nowhere near as good as—"
"You're in such a bad state. As he was filling the bottle, the whole thing suddenly splattered everywhere, setting his robe on fire."
"Yeah, no wonder," Harry glared angrily at the plate in front of him. "When has Snape ever treated me fairly?"
Neither Hermione nor Ron said a word.
“I thought things would get a little better for him this year,” Hermione said with a hint of disappointment. “I mean—you know—” She glanced around cautiously; there were six or seven empty seats on either side of them, and no one was passing by. “—Now that he’s joined the Order of the Phoenix, everything has changed.”
"Poisonous mushrooms don't change their spots," Ron interjected incisively. "Anyway, I've always thought Dumbledore was truly insane to believe Snape. What evidence is there that he's no longer working for Voldemort?"
"I think Dumbledore probably has enough evidence, though he hasn't shown it to you, Ron," Hermione replied bluntly.
"Oh, shut up, you two."
Ron was about to retort when Harry interrupted them irritably, looking both angry and aggrieved.
"Can't you guys just shut up for a minute?"
Harry said this and stormed out of the restaurant.
When Ron and Hermione saw Harry again, it was in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom in the afternoon.
After venting his emotions, Harry seemed much better.
Umbridge was already seated behind the podium long ago, wearing her bright pink cardigan and a black velvet bow in her hair, looking just like—
"Good afternoon, students," she said.
Several students reluctantly mumbled a "Good afternoon" in response.
"Tsk, tsk," Umbridge shook her head slightly, "That won't do. How about this? I want you to answer like this: 'Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge.' Please try again. Good afternoon, students!"
"Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge," they replied in unison, sounding like robots.
It even gives people the illusion—
Robots have already taken over humanity.
“That’s right,” Umbridge’s voice became even sweeter. “It’s not too difficult, is it? Please put away your wand and take out your quill.”
Many students exchanged disappointed glances.
Every time "put away your wand" is followed by their least favorite class.
Taking notes is never as interesting as practicing.
This is especially true for the Defense Against the Dark Arts course.
Umbridge opened her handbag, pulled out an unusually short wand, and slammed it on the blackboard. Two lines of text immediately appeared on the blackboard:
"Defense Against the Dark Arts: Returning to Basic Principles" Students, your course has been taught intermittently and without a systematic approach, hasn't it?
Professor Umbridge, facing the whole class, crossed his fingers and placed them neatly in front of his chest, then said, "O..."
"The constant turnover of teachers, many of whom do not seem to be teaching in accordance with the curriculum standards approved by the Ministry of Magic, has left you far from the level you should have reached in 0.W.Ls years."
She paused for a moment, her gaze sweeping over the entire class.
"However, you will be pleased to know that these problems are about to be corrected. This year, we will be studying a carefully designed, theory-based Defense Against Magic course approved by the Ministry of Magic."
Please copy these words down.
She tapped the blackboard again, and the two lines of text disappeared, replaced by:
Course Objective 1: To understand the basic principles of Defense Against Magic.
2. Learn to identify situations where it is legal to use Defense Against Magic.
3. Evaluate magic defense spells in the context of practical application.
The only sound in the classroom was the scratching of quills writing on parchment.
Two or three minutes later, after each student had copied down Professor Umbridge's three course objectives, she asked, "Does everyone have a copy of Wilbert Slinka's *Defense Against Magic*?"
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"I dreamt that I was standing in a corridor at Hogwarts, and it was completely silent around me."
At the end of the corridor was a half-open door.
"A faint light shone from inside the door, but it wasn't the yellow light; it was a faint blue light, like the kind often seen in cemeteries, emanating from ghosts."
Ginny paused, seemingly recalling details from her dream.
"I found myself walking toward that door, my heart pounding faster and faster."
Suddenly, whispers came from inside the door, as if someone was talking to each other.
"The sound came from afar, and although it was very soft, it was unusually clear. However, I couldn't understand a single word. These tiny conversations gradually piled up, making my eardrums ache, like a million mosquitoes buzzing around my ears."
When I pushed open the door, there was nothing inside.
The people around them unconsciously stopped interpreting each other's dreams and quietly gathered in Ginny's direction. As soon as those words were spoken, they gasped, their expressions varying.
"What's inside?" a Hufflepuff student asked.
There was only a lonely table with an old book on it.
"That's definitely a magical item. Only ancient magical items could have such power. I've heard that books in the restricted section of our library can achieve the same effect!"
Before the young Gryffindor wizard could continue explaining his knowledge of the forbidden books, the other young wizards had already begun to press him for answers.
"What does the book say?"
"Uh, uh————"
Ginny was speechless for a moment.
How could she know what was written in the book?
This is just a ghost story from "The Quibbler," which she artistically embellished in order to create a dream.
Having come this far, I have no choice but to grit my teeth and continue.
"The book had a black cover and no words on it."
"I slowly picked up the book, and as I opened it, suddenly the air in the room turned icy cold, and blood-red words appeared on the previously empty pages."
"The handwriting began to distort, as if it were coming to life and lunging at me."
Ginny paused, took a breath, and continued.
"I was so scared that I tried to put the book down, but I found that I couldn't move my hand no matter what I did."
"At this point, the book began to change—"On the cover of the book, my name was written in blood-red ink: Ginny Weasley.
The timid young wizards around them had already closed their eyes in fear.
But some bolder individuals still wanted to press the matter, but when they looked behind Ginny, these questions vanished and were replaced by new ones.
"Professor Trelawney, how should we interpret Ginny's dream?"
Yes, Professor Trelawney had somehow appeared behind Ginny, listening intently as Ginny recounted her dream.
To say they were "completely captivated" wouldn't be quite accurate—
His expression also contained a mixture of fear and an unintentional admiration for Ginny.
Ginny turned around and saw Trelawney.
to be honest-
She was somewhat indifferent to Trelawney's explanation of her "ghost story," but also somewhat expectant.
But this expectation is more like the expectation of her two older brothers.
That anticipation of enjoying a prank.
No wonder the older brothers like to play pranks.
Watching others take their "unintentional mistakes" so seriously gives you an incredibly satisfying sense of superiority.
Of all these people, only she knew it was "fake".
No matter how Trelawney interpreted the dream, it was all in vain.
This feeling of "predicting the future" is kind of exhilarating.
Under so many gazes, Trelawney began to use her charlatan-like qualities to provide answers to Ginny's "dream".
"This dream — is very meaningful."
"First of all, the black cover represents the unknown and fear, symbolizing the hidden fears deep within your heart, or some kind of fate that you have not yet faced or do not want to face."
"If fate has only taught me one lesson..."
That is, some things are predetermined and cannot be easily changed.
Even knowing that her dream was fake, Ginny was still a little scared by Trelawney's serious expression.
"You are trapped and unable to move, which symbolizes bondage, whether from external forces or self-imposed limitations imposed by your inner fears; as for your name being written in the book, it represents the call of destiny."
"You are no longer a bystander, but the center of the story; destiny begins to pursue you."
Upon hearing this, Ginny froze, and then her whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.
No longer a bystander? Doesn't this connect to the previous dream?
She was eavesdropping outside the bathroom door when Professor Phillips discovered her and dragged her into the bathroom, turning her from an "observer" into the "center of attention."
Ginny was unaware that a good dream interpreter would do everything possible to say ambiguous things, so that the person being interpreted would misunderstand in various ways and take it personally as much as possible.
Even now, Ginny still harbors a sliver of hope.
Fortunately, Professor Trelawney's interpretation of the dream was not her original dream, so her interpretation had no predictive value whatsoever.
Just then, Trelawney looked at Ginny with pity.
"Miss Ginny Weasley, when this name appears in a dream, it signifies a responsibility. You are a person with a mission, and whether you realize it or not, you will bear an unavoidable responsibility."
This made Ginny feel a little better.
She? Ginny? Can she really be associated with such lofty words as "responsibility" and "mission"?
How is that possible?
It seems Professor Trelawney is indeed not very reliable.
As Trelawney continued her narration, the lesson gradually came to an end.
Before the students left, Trelawney glanced at Ginny's departing figure, a meaningful smile playing on her lips.
A dream? Of course she knew it was a "ghost story".
When I was young, how could someone who made a living by making stories not be able to distinguish between "real dreams" and "stories"?
But whether it's interpreting dreams or stories, isn't the ultimate goal still to earn respect from others?
If we take this as the standard...
The lesson was very successful.
Who knows—this Weasley girl might end up doing the same thing as me someday.
However, without the backing of being a "descendant of the prophet," entering this field is a million times harder than starting from her point of view.
She, Trelawney, Cassandra's great-granddaughter, Hogwarts's official Divination professor, a leading figure in the field of prophets, is unique and irreplaceable!