"Oh my god, dream divination, it's actually dream divination. I didn't expect that I could see someone perform dream divination in front of me with my own eyes."

"This first-grade kid can actually awaken such a talent in his first class with me. It's incredible! He is simply a natural born prophet!"

"Perhaps, there was a prophet among his ancestors? Yes, that's possible!"

All the students present stared at Professor Trelawney in amazement, chattering non-stop.

Suddenly, Professor Trelawney seemed to remember something and hurried to the podium. Then, Professor Trelawney walked to Wentworth with a small jar in her hand.

"Merlin's beard, such a great talent, let me help you!"

Professor Trelawney reached into the small jar, scooped out a little dust-like substance with her fingernail, and blew it gently towards Wentworth.

"Professor Trelawney, what are you whistling?"

A student asked curiously.

"Oh, it's ground bones!"

Trelawney said nonchalantly.

But just after Trelawney finished speaking, several students ran out of the classroom retching, and many other students also looked pale.

Seeing this, Professor Trelawney seemed to want to explain something, and quickly said, "Don't get me wrong, I have never done anything like digging graves. This is actually my great-great-grandmother's bones, ground into powder!"

After Professor Trelawney finished speaking, almost all the students covered their mouths and ran out retching.

"My great-great-grandmother was a true prophet!"

Professor Trelawney said somewhat aggrievedly.

While there was chaos outside, Wentworth was sleeping soundly. Originally, Wentworth was having some beautiful dreams. Cassandra was wearing a witch costume, holding a whip, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and slowly walked towards him... (10,000 words omitted)

Suddenly, Wentworth, who was shaking in his dream, found that the scene in front of him suddenly changed. There was smoke all around and he could not see anything clearly. There was only a ray of light in front.

Wentworth walked towards the light and saw a middle-aged man in front of him, tied to a chair. Three or four people stood around the chair, interrogating the man about something.

Seeing this scene, Wentworth's first reaction was, goodbye!

However, just as Wentworth was about to step back, he seemed to hear a name in a trance - Thomas Reveau!

Wentworth's heart moved! Thomas Revault? Cassandra's father? Thinking of this, Wentworth gritted his teeth and turned around to continue watching. However, when he turned back, he found that the scene behind him had changed again.

I saw Cassandra, who had just flashed through my mind, was now tied up not far behind me. Behind Cassandra, there was a big hand, quietly holding Cassandra, preventing her from breaking free. However, the owner of the big hand was in the dark and could not be seen clearly.

When Wentworth wanted to get closer to see more clearly, he suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder! Wentworth 's hair stood up instantly! Wentworth felt that his blood had solidified instantly. Then, Wentworth turned his head slowly and stiffly, only to see a strange woman with glasses, messy hair, and many necklaces around her neck, looking at him with a weird smile.

Wentworth threw a punch subconsciously, then jumped up with a scream, and was about to run away, but was surprised to find that he could see his surroundings clearly.

At this moment, a painful groan was heard. Wentworth looked in the direction of the groan and saw the woman who had scared him just now sitting on the ground with her eyes covered.

"Wentworth, are you awake?"

At this moment, a voice came from behind him. Wentworth turned around and was startled again. He saw many familiar Hufflepuff first-year students standing behind him with pale faces. If it was not daytime, Wentworth would have screamed in fear.

But seeing this, Wentworth gradually came to his senses. Apparently, he had just fallen asleep and what he had just done was all a dream. Thinking of this, Wentworth breathed a sigh of relief.

"Professor Trelawney, what's wrong with you?"

At this moment, one of the Hufflepuff freshmen next to Wentworth finally spotted Trelawney sitting on the ground wailing, and ran over to help her up. Although Trelawney was a little crazy, she was a professor at Hogwarts after all.

Wentworth looked at Trelawney who was helped up, then looked down at his fist, wailing in his heart.

"Professor, I'm sorry, just now I..."

Wentworth stood obediently in front of Professor Trelawney and was about to apologize, but was interrupted by Professor Trelawney.

"Don't talk yet. Let me ask you first. Were you dreaming just now?"

Professor Trelawney looked at Wentworth expectantly and asked.

But Wentworth was stunned by Trelawney's question. After a moment's pause, Wentworth finally responded:

"I just fell asleep and had a dream, that's all, Professor Trelawney. It's wrong for me to sleep in class. I..."

Wentworth was about to promise that he would not do it again, but was interrupted by Trelawney's wave of her hand.

"If you are dreaming, you won't be able to remember the details after waking up. Think about it, can you still remember every detail of the dream now? If you can remember it clearly, then it is not a dream, but dream divination, a prophecy!"

Looking at Trelawney with fiery eyes in front of him, Wentworth slowly recalled and realized that he could actually remember it clearly!

I clearly remember that Cassandra was grabbed by a big hand, there was a figure tied to a seat and being interrogated, and Cassandra was wearing a witch costume and holding a whip...

Thinking of this, Wentworth immediately said seriously:

"I still don't believe that a dream can be a prophecy? Unless you can tell me when this prophecy will come true!"

But Professor Trelawney looked at Wentworth quietly, showing a mysterious smile, and said: "You will believe that there are some things that you can run away from, but you can't hide from!"

Wentworth looked at Trelawney in front of him and said slowly:

"Professor Trelawney, how about I get you a new pair of glasses?"

(End of this chapter)