Charlie saw Professor Trelawney's face turn pale, her expression extremely serious.
"Professor, don't be afraid." He pulled a red crystal from his pocket and shook it under the dim red light.
"I happen to have an amulet here that can help you ward off disaster."
This crystal was something Judy had picked up from somewhere; seeing that Charlie liked it, Judy had proactively handed it over to him.
Judy: You @#./.**...
Professor Trelawney stared at the crystal and asked hopefully.
"What is this?"
Charlie said solemnly:
"This is a crystal amulet; it can ward off evil and disasters. If you wear it, the calamity of blood will naturally be resolved."
Professor Trelawney reached out to take the crystal, holding it in her palm to examine it closely.
The crystal reflected a faint glow under the red light, looking quite mysterious indeed.
"How much?" She looked up, her tone very decisive.
Charlie said with a pained expression.
"This originally came from the hands of mysterious Gypsies; I was using it for my own protection, but you really do need it, Professor."
"How about this, a flat price of ten Galleons. I'm parting with it reluctantly; if you weren't a Professor, it wouldn't be this cheap."
Professor Trelawney said nothing more, took ten gold coins from her pocket and handed them to Charlie, then immediately hung the crystal around her neck.
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and her whole body relaxed.
"Much better." Her voice was full of gratitude.
"I can feel it; that ominous aura is dissipating."
[His Majesty sold a fake amulet, amassing wealth through fraud, tyrant points +10]
Charlie tucked away the gold coins, feeling smug; the Professor was really rich.
Professor Trelawney turned around, looked at the whole class, and her voice was much louder.
"Mr. White's prophecy was very brilliant, with an extremely strong Inner Eye," she announced.
Twenty points to Hufflepuff.
Ernie and Justin looked at each other with strange expressions.
Others might not know, but how could they not? Charlie was clearly bullshitting.
The bell rang, and students packed their things to leave.
Ernie and Justin followed Charlie down the ladder.
In the second half of the class, they had followed Charlie's lead and made up wild stories, and Professor Trelawney had praised them for their talent.
"So this isn't Divination Class," Ernie muttered.
"This is Journalism."
Justin deeply agreed.
After Divination Class, they had a Charms Class. Professor Flitwick taught them to practice the Cheering Charm, and laughter rang out from the classroom from time to time.
At noon, Charlie and the other two went to the Great Hall for lunch.
The Great Hall was already full of students, and the long tables were covered with various foods.
As Harry walked past the Slytherin table, Draco immediately seized the opportunity.
"Watch out, Potter," he said loudly.
"Don't faint again. The Dementors at the school gates didn't scare you, did they?"
Having said that, he also mockingly leaned back, rolling his eyes and sticking out his tongue as if a Dementor were sucking him.
The Slytherin students burst into laughter.
Harry's face turned red, and he clenched his fists.
Ron was also so angry he wanted to rush over, but Hermione held him back.
At that moment, Charlie entered the Great Hall.
Seeing him, Harry immediately turned and walked toward the Hufflepuff table. Ron and Hermione followed close behind.
The three of them sat down next to Charlie.
"Don't mind him," Hermione said. "Draco is just like that, always looking for trouble."
"I know," Harry's voice was muffled.
"But what he said is true; I did faint."
Ron stood up for Harry.
"He wasn't much better; I heard from Fred that he was so scared he hid under the table."
"But he didn't faint; only I fainted."
"And in Divination Class this morning, the Professor also predicted that the big black dog I saw was an omen of death. Oh, damn life, if you want to kill me, just do it directly instead of torturing me like this."
Gryffindor also had Divination Class in the morning, but it wasn't the same session as Charlie's.
Ron's tone became serious:
"Did you really see some big black dog?"
"I did," Harry nodded.
"The night I left the Dursleys House."
Ron looked at Harry with concern.
"That's really dangerous, mate. Most omens seen by Wizards come true."
Hermione frowned.
"That might have just been an ordinary stray dog," she said.
"Don't believe too much in prophecies or omens of death. It's all nonsense."
Ron curled his lip and whispered to Justin nearby.
"I think it's just because Professor Trelawney said she has no talent that she's holding a grudge against Divination Class."
Snap!
Hermione, expressionless, snapped the fry in her hand.
Senior Jenny, sitting nearby, laughed when she heard their conversation.
"Don't believe Professor Trelawney's prophecies too much," she said.
"She says someone is about to die every class; it's a tradition. But her class is the easiest; you just have to make things up."
Hermione looked triumphant upon hearing this and turned to look at Charlie.
"You guys had Divination Class today too," she asked.
"She must have predicted that one of you is about to die, right?"
Ernie gave a dry laugh.
"Haha, someone was indeed predicted."
Ron leaned in curiously.
"Who? You or Justin?"
Ernie shook his head and pointed at Charlie.
"Charlie predicted that Professor Trelawney is about to die."
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Legendary!
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After lunch, Charlie, Ernie, and Justin went outside the Castle for their first Care of Magical Creatures Class.
This class was shared between Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw.
Hagrid was waiting outside his Hut, wearing a moleskin overcoat with bits of hay stuck to it.
His boarhound, Fang, lay at his feet, panting with his tongue hanging out.
"Is everyone here?" Hagrid's voice was loud, and his mouth under his black beard split into a wide grin.
"Got a treat for yeh today! Follow me!"
The students followed Hagrid across a grassy field.
The autumn wind was a bit chilly, and the leaves rustled underfoot.
Hagrid led them to a small paddock. It was enclosed by a wooden fence and was empty inside.
"Right then, everyone gather 'round the fence," Hagrid waved.
"And open your books first."
The students gathered around the fence and pulled their monster book of monsters out of their bags.
A Hufflepuff student raised their hand.
"Professor, how are we supposed to open them?"
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