What exactly did you learn?!

In the dark, misty forest.

Although Dumbledore marveled at the peculiarities of magic for a while, Scrimgeour still couldn't understand what the woman in the rain he had just seen was. But before he could ask, a dull thud of footsteps interrupted his thoughts.

"Thump...thump..."

The ground was trembling slightly.

Scrimgeour and Dumbledore both turned serious and looked in the direction of the sound.

"Such a deep sound..." Scrimgeour frowned and whispered, "Could it be a dragon? Or a giant?"

But his questions were soon answered by reality.

A moment later, the maker of the dull sound emerged from the mist.

It was a gigantic house with two chicken legs as tall as a two-story building. The chicken legs looked realistic and large, but were a dark gray color, extending from the floor of the small wooden house on top, with the joints covered by vines. Some extremely blue nightshade flowers were also floating on the outside of the house. Walking in the dense forest, it looked eerie and sinister.

...It looks like a witch's dwelling.

Chicken feet took a few steps forward, and then, with a rustling sound, stopped above them.

A small rope ladder fell down from above.

"Let's go."

Victor turned to look at Dumbledore and the others, then climbed the rope ladder first.

Only when the three of them entered the warm cabin did they feel a sense of reality, realizing that none of this was an illusion.

"Amazing, so amazing!"

Dumbledore glanced at the fireplace burning beside him, then at the chicken feet that had started moving again at his feet, filled with emotion.

"What kind of magic is this?" Scrimgeour couldn't help but ask Victor. "Like a large-scale spell at Hogwarts? Or is this room actually a product of alchemy?"

"Possibly. I haven't researched it," Victor replied.

"You have shown us firsthand the wonder of this place, Mr. Vanderbom," Dumbledore said slowly. "I am fully convinced that Harry stumbled in by accident. However, I still have one question: how did Harry manage to wander in from near Privet Drive?"

"Is it a variant of the Muggle banishment curse?" Scrimgeour guessed.

"More or less," Victor said.

"The fog outside our house is constantly moving, swirling between England and Scotland, and sometimes it just happens to drift near the city. The fog can keep most wizards and Muggles out, but it's not so effective against children with special talents."

"What is your special talent?"

"It's probably because I have a particularly strong desire."

Victor offered a casual explanation, took off his top hat, and hung it on a coat rack near the full-length mirror.

Grandma Baba Yaga happened to be out of the living room at that moment.

From Dumbledore and Scrimgeour's vantage point, they could see the entire room. To their left was a row of windows with a sink and cabinets below; directly in front was a fireplace; to their right were upholstered sofas and a rug; and behind them was a square dining table. The room looked a little small, but everything was warm and inviting.

Dumbledore looked around thoughtfully.

"If that's the case, setting up another exorcism spell should solve the problem," he said after looking at it for a while. "It's not difficult."

"Let's talk about other important matters, Mr. Vanderbohm."

"Other important matters?"

"Yes." Dumbledore nodded slowly and walked to the dining table. "You don't mind if this old man sits down and we talk, do you?"

Victor shook his head: "No problem, please have a seat."

Dumbledore and Scrimgeour walked to their respective seats at the table, while Victor sat opposite them. After the three of them were seated, a chubby teapot climbed up from the side, followed by three small teacups.

It shook itself and poured a little black tea for each of the three people.

"Thank you. After walking for so long, a cup of hot tea would be perfect."

Dumbledore smiled, picked up his teacup, took a sip of tea, then put the cup down and said solemnly.

"I'm here for something else."

"Mr. Vanderbom, just last night, although she was with all the other professors at Hogwarts, Professor Sybil Trelawney unfortunately fell into a deep sleep, just as you 'predicted'."

"Oh." Victor didn't react much.

"Through my investigation and that of the Ministry of Magic official—that is, Director Scrimgeour next to me—we found no trace of curse or magic on Sybil. It was only the vines she was entangled in and the spices she inhaled daily that caused the poisonous reaction."

"Sybil has been transferred to St. Mungo's Hospital for treatment. The best doctors there say she won't wake up for at least two years, because the special herbs have a two-year growth period..."

"It seems that the first part of the 'prophecy' has already come true."

Dumbledore didn't ask if the second half was true, because Victor himself made the "prophecy," and the only answer would be "yes."

Moreover, he has already investigated many times.

Last night, everyone at Hogwarts was with Trelawney. As the clock struck midnight, they sat in the Great Hall, eating sweets and talking, convinced that nothing bad had happened. Dumbledore personally watched over Sybil, and even all the windows of the Great Hall were sealed shut to ensure she couldn't see a single poison ivy.

But while she was talking, her headscarf accidentally fell to the ground.

Trelawney tried to pick it up, but as she stood up, she tripped over her long skirt and fell. In the process, she accidentally knocked open a window and touched some vines that had appeared outside!

She fell into a coma and was taken to San Mungo overnight.

The moment he heard the diagnosis, Dumbledore believed most of Victor's "prophecy".

Moreover, he indeed did not sense any trace of magic; everything seemed to be a series of coincidences, and even the Wizarding Law could not punish Victor in any way.

Moreover, if things actually happen as he predicted, it would be a good thing.

Trelawney had long hoped that she could have real prophetic abilities, but she herself was unaware that she had ever made prophecies.

Prophecy cannot be changed.

Dumbledore sighed, then took a letter from his pocket and pushed it toward Victor.

The letter was sealed in parchment and stamped with a badge consisting of a badger, a snake, an eagle, and a lion.

"This is your employment notice, Mr. Vanderbom. Hogwarts is pleased to offer you the position of Divination Professor for the next two years. Sybil's previous textbook was called 'Seeing the Future Through the Fog.' If you need to make any changes to it, please let us know as soon as possible so we can send a new letter informing the students of the change."

"In addition, fifth-year students who have taken Divination will take the OWLs exam at the end of the year, and graduates also have a second assessment in NETW, so you may need to spend more time on these two grades."

Victor took the letter, but his hand paused when he heard about the two exams.

?

What were the divination questions in previous years?

His expression was somewhat puzzled, but not because of the exam, but because of the exam questions.

— Trelawney's third eye seems unlikely to open for the next three to five years. What on earth have the Hogwarts students been learning during that time?!

Can someone who can't see the future still be considered a diviner?