"Your observation skills are sharp, Ron," Harry said with a note of complexity.
He grabbed some sausages and sandwiches, not the emulsified fatty sausage rolls from the United Kingdom, but proper German sausages and two grilled tomatoes.
"What's the first class today?" Ron asked with interest, "I hope our first class isn't Magic Potion Class, so at least we could have some good mood today."
"Why say that?" Harry asked while biting into a grilled tomato.
"Think about it, what do we have in Magic Potion Class? That venomous old bat!" Ron chewed on a sausage, not caring that he was badmouthing a professor behind his back. "Right, you wouldn't want to be sprayed with his venom."
"I need to remind you that bats don't have venom; they rely on ultrasound to navigate."
A greasy, dragging voice sounded from behind them, and Ron turned around in shock with a sausage in his mouth, directly facing Snape's sinister face.
"Badmouthing a professor behind his back, Gryffindor will lose five points because of you."
With that, Snape swooshed away.
"You always forget, Ronald," Hermione sighed and shook her head. "You know he always appears behind you when you say bad things about him, yet you still do—oh gosh, when will you be careful?"
Ron wrinkled his nose, unhappily nudging the sausage in front of him as if it were Snape himself.
After breakfast, Harry and Hermione took Ron, who was still in a cloudy-to-overcast mood, and headed to the Divination classroom.
Harry was quite interested in Professor Trelawney, after all, Professor Dumbledore had said this professor was a descendant of a renowned prophet.
To be a professor at Hogwarts, one must be quite skilled.
The Divination classroom was in the North Tower, a place they had never been before.
Though they had been at Hogwarts for two years, they still weren't familiar with the entire castle.
Fortunately, Harry knew the way, using a few classic landmarks, he quickly found the path to the North Tower.
The path leading to the Divination classroom consisted of a rotating staircase, and as Ron climbed the spiraling stairs, he began to feel a bit dizzy.
"Geez, how much longer until we reach it?" he asked, panting heavily.
"We're already here." Hermione heard the buzzing sound from upstairs, the characteristic murmur of a classroom.
Unless the teacher arrives, this noise never stops.
They climbed the last few steps and reached a small platform, as Divination wasn't a compulsory course, not everyone was in this classroom.
There was no door on the staircase platform, Harry nudged Ron, pointing to the ceiling, where there was a round trapdoor with a brass plate.
"Sybil Trelawney, Divination Teacher," Hermione read. "How do we get up there?"
As if answering her question, at the moment her voice fell, the trapdoor suddenly opened, and a silver ladder was placed right in front of them.
Ron was the first to climb up, followed closely by Hermione, and finally Harry.
Harry had been to this classroom before, where Professor O'Neil taught them Divination, a person who is... hard to describe.
But come to think of it, this room was less like a classroom and more like a blend of an attic and an old-fashioned teahouse.
At least twenty round little tables were crammed into this room, surrounded by Indian print armchairs and puffy cushions.
Everything was illuminated by a dim crimson glow, the curtains were drawn, and many lamps had deep red lamp shades.
The classroom was uncomfortably warm, the fireplace was packed, and a large copper pot burned on the fire, emitting a dull, nauseating aroma.
The round walls were lined with shelves, filled with dusty feathers, candle stubs, worn playing cards, innumerable silver crystal balls, and heaps of tea sets.
"Look at those feathers." Ron pointed at the feathers on the shelves. "I feel like they should be Indian; I've heard they quite love divination too."
"I think so too." Hermione nodded, then glanced around, curiously asked, "Yeah, where is Professor Trelawney? Why haven't I seen her?"
At Hermione's words, a voice came from the shadows, a soft and vague sound.
"Welcome," the voice said, "finally good to see you in the tangible world."
With that, Professor Trelawney stepped into the area illuminated by the firelight.
Professor Trelawney looked quite thin; her large spectacles magnified her eyes several times, those eyes seemed both lost and piercingly directed elsewhere; she wore a gauzy, shimmering shawl and had numerous necklaces and beads hanging on her slender neck, her arms and hands adorned with bracelets and rings.
Harry almost immediately determined the professor's capabilities before him.
She indeed had real skills in divination, otherwise she wouldn't be so... eccentric.
To assess if a Divination professor truly possesses skills, just see if she's a bit unique.
It's like assessing a male hairdresser's skill; the more flamboyant he is, the better at his craft.