Hermione openly challenged Professor Trelawney, insisting that the shapes in the tea leaves had nothing to do with bad omens.
This sparked a debate among the nearby students over whether Harry's tea leaves really resembled a Grim—the spectral black dog associated with death.
Harry, who was tired of listening to everyone discuss whether he was doomed or not, had no desire to comment. When Wade approached, he lowered his voice and muttered:
"Even if it looks like a black dog, that's just Sirius. What does that have to do with anything ominous?"
"Hmm… right."
Wade gave a vague response and casually picked up Harry's teacup, tilting it in his hands to examine the pattern.
The moment he laid eyes on it, an image of a large black dog instantly formed in his mind.
In truth, the shape wasn't a perfect match—it could just as easily be interpreted as a wolf, a fox, or even a wild boar. But for some reason, in Wade's mind, the impression was absolute—
This is a large black dog.
"If you ask me, it looks more like a hippo," Ron said, gesturing to Harry. "Look, doesn't this part here look like a hippo's nostrils?"
"A little, yeah," Harry admitted.
"So… uh, that means you're going to face some challenges," Ron said, flipping through the textbook for confirmation.
Wade set down the teacup and turned to Neville, who still looked uneasy.
"Even if it's an omen, it doesn't necessarily mean death. It could just mean facing some difficulties or dangers… That's the point of divination—to foresee problems and find ways to overcome them, not to assume you're doomed and give up."
Neville smiled. "You're right."
—
After Divination class, Transfiguration was next, and there wasn't much time in between.
The students hurriedly abandoned their teacups and rushed toward the Transfiguration classroom. Wade, who moved only slightly slower, found that most of the class had already left.
As he walked out with his bag, he idly glanced at the other students' tea cups—
Cats, goats, wolves, daggers, hats, ravens…
Many of their tea leaves had taken on unsettling shapes.
But the students didn't seem to notice. They laughed and made playful, exaggerated predictions—just as Wade had done when humoring Neville—most of them interpreting the signs in a positive light.
After all, the people sitting beside them were close friends.
The only exception was Professor Trelawney, who sat holding a teacup saucer, looking utterly perplexed.
"How could this happen? Is misfortune looming over all of Hogwarts? … No, it must be those mischievous students! They must have tampered with the tea leaves after hearing my prophecy… Truly disgraceful…"
Professor Trelawney muttered to herself as she grumbled about the students' antics while collecting the teacups from the tables.
As she turned around, she suddenly noticed that a student was still standing behind her. Startled, she quickly composed herself and put on a serious and distant expression.
"My child, do you have any lingering questions?"
Wade looked at her, shook his head, and replied, "No, Professor."
Stepping out of the classroom and into a quiet corner, he decisively turned his Time-Turner once more.
"…If ever you are in need of a noble spirit and muscles of steel, do not forget to call upon Sir Cadogan!"
The short, chubby knight called out loudly as he dashed through his portrait, completely unaware of Wade standing in a distant hallway.
Moments later, Wade heard his own voice from earlier—
"Good morning, everyone!"
He remained still, and waited patiently for a few minutes. Once the corridor fell silent, he summoned his broomstick and flew straight to the library.
—
On a Monday morning, most students without classes were still catching up on sleep in their dormitories. The library was nearly empty, with only a handful of students scattered among the shelves.
Wade picked out a few books on divination, sat cross-legged on the floor, and began reading.
However, truly gifted seers like Cassandra were exceedingly rare. Most divination books merely summarized patterns and common interpretations, attempting to classify trends rather than uncover genuine foresight.
Some books combined arithmancy and astronomy, presenting divination in a more structured, almost "scientific" way.
Tea leaf reading, however, mostly fell into the first category.
The more authoritative books provided extensive pattern references, helping students learn which interpretations to lean toward when making predictions.
The real trick?
Even if a prediction is wrong, the reader wouldn't blame the book—instead, they would assume they had simply misinterpreted the tea leaves.
Yet, none of these books described anything like what Wade had experienced—an instant and absolute certainty upon seeing a shape.
Gently touching his eyes, Wade felt a faint sense of unease.
Having a gift of prophecy sounded great…
But he couldn't shake the fear that fate's gifts always came with a hidden, steep price.
—
An hour passed in the blink of an eye. Seeing that class was about to end, Wade borrowed the books from Madam Pince and met up with Michael, who had just finished Arithmancy.
To Michael, it seemed like they had just left class together—but in reality, Wade had already attended another full lesson and spent an hour reading in the library.
If he kept doing this, it wouldn't just be the physical exhaustion of cramming extra lessons that would get to him.
The real challenge would be the disorienting feeling of time slipping out of sync.
Thinking about it, Wade couldn't help but feel a newfound respect for Percy Weasley.
He had always thought that, even with twelve O.W.L.s, Percy was simply good at studying and taking exams—nothing extraordinary compared to many talented wizards.
But maintaining such an intense workload for three years—while also fulfilling his duties as a prefect, dealing with the pranks of his younger brothers, and never showing any real signs of strain—was truly impressive.
—
Soon, everyone arrived at the Transfiguration classroom.
For the first lesson of the new term, Professor McGonagall immediately introduced the topic of Animagi and, under the watchful eyes of the entire class, transformed into a cat.
Some students broke into applause, but those who had just come from Divination were still shaken by the ominous prophecy of death, so their reactions were much more subdued.
Upon learning the reason for their unease, Professor McGonagall scoffed, saying, "Divination is one of the most unreliable branches of magic. True seers are extremely rare, and as for Professor Trelawney…"
She barely held back from openly criticizing her colleague in front of the students. Instead, she simply huffed through her nose, making her opinion unmistakably clear.
Then, with a straight face, she turned to Harry and said,
"Potter, if you do die, I assure you, you'll be excused from today's homework."
The entire class burst into laughter.
Sitting next to Padma, Michael chuckled along with the others. But as he did, he caught a strong, overly sweet fragrance coming from the girl beside him.
Something about it seemed familiar.
Casually, he asked, "Padma, did you see Wade and Hermione in Divination today?"
"Of course!" Padma gave him a puzzled look. "They signed up for every class, so obviously, they were there."
Michael took a deep breath. "I see…"
So… it's really time…
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