"Whittard of Chelsea tea leaves." Ian even saw the brand on the tea leaf packaging, perhaps because he said he was going to give it to Dumbledore to drink.
The British brand Whittard of Chelsea is known for its century-old reputation and meticulous attitude. They import high-quality tea leaves and coffee from Asia, carefully selecting and blending them to create the best tasting products for customers, with prices that are definitely not cheap in the entire UK tea market.
To be honest, the quality of Asian tea leaves is indeed excellent, and when packaged in the UK, their value can multiply several times. Many Asian tea companies' revenues cannot match that of a large British tea company. There's no helping it; this is the power of branding. Perhaps only the tea price from the Camellia Grandfather or Grandfather can compare with it.
"Tsk, tsk."
Seeing Professor Trelawney turn to other little wizards' desks, Ian couldn't help but feel a bit sentimental. Perhaps there was no Inspector Smith keeping an eye on the school's expenses at Hogwarts, but Professor Trelawney certainly got her share. Designating specific tea for teaching is simply an overt attempt at an explanation.
"To open the spiritual eye, dear children, open the Celestial Eye." The incense in the copper furnace meandered into the shape of a green snake as Professor Trelawney began to bluff other little wizards.
"Let the third eye pierce through the veil of destiny—Little Frankey, please stop hitting your crystal ball with your magic wand; that sound will cause the Goddess of Fate to twist her high heel."
Professor Trelawney stopped a little wizard from slacking off.
"How do you know the Goddess of Fate wears high heels?" This little wizard's focus was clearly rather unique, suggesting the possibility that the God of Fate could also be male.
"Absolutely impossible! Do I understand destiny or do you? Ridiculous idea." Professor Trelawney disdainfully refuted the Ravenclaw little wizard's imaginative speculation.
She seemed somewhat disappointed in the Ravenclaw group and turned her attention to another house in this class, "Let us hear what the Slytherin prophets have seen?"
Saying this.
Professor Trelawney eagerly called on the Slytherin students.
"A train!"
The questioned Slytherin student immediately spoke with conviction, "Steaming through the Scottish Highlands, the train headlights are two burning Mandragora!"
He thought his description was so vivid that he would definitely receive praise from Professor Trelawney. However, just as he was excitedly preparing to embrace his "gifted" moment.
"Vulgar materialization."
Professor Trelawney looked disappointed, sighed, and turned to a red-haired girl.
"Chocolate pie... raspberry jam..." The girl's voice grew softer under the professor's twitching mouth, mainly because the girl even had a hint of drool at the corner of her mouth.
It looked more like she was talking in her sleep rather than answering the question.
"This little girl really ought to be in Hufflepuff." Whether or not Professor Trelawney harbors prejudice among the houses, she walked away with a displeased face to the next person.
Daphne had been pondering about Professor Trelawney, or rather, considering the conversation between Ian and Professor Trelawney before, seeing Professor Trelawney coming to her.
She rolled her eyes, preparing to test her observed hypothesis.
"I see blood! Rivers of blood flooding over the Astronomy Tower, a terrifying mark burning in the clouds, someone is about to die, the God of Death's shadow will shroud the entire Hogwarts campus!"
Daphne was also a smart girl; she evidently deduced something from Ian's actions, so she made herself act as if she was startled and exclaimed. Due to being malnourished last semester, her face still looked a bit pale this semester, which actually added a layer of credibility to her performance.
"Ah! Truly a miracle is happening!" Professor Trelawney's silver bracelets jingled, "This is precisely the essence of prophecy, striking imagery, Slytherin must earn five points!"
This professor indeed had a preference for such things.
She excitedly praised Daphne, not even glancing at the crystal ball she had been holding, which caused Daphne to secretly breathe a sigh of relief while making up stories.
"As expected... it's indeed this way, following him surely doesn't lead to wrong." Daphne sneakily glanced at Ian not far away, who was idly stirring the tea leaves in his teacup.
The dark brown tea swirled around in the blue-glazed teacup.
He slowly raised the teacup, taking a delicate sip, savoring the tea's aroma, his gaze merely focused on the intricate patterns within the tea leaves, showing no intention to explore fate.
Hmm.
It was also because his eyes were getting sore that he couldn't see any threads of destiny. Ian knew that divination indeed existed, but he also knew that he probably had no talent in this field.
Seeing no "Skill Level" increase information pop up on his personal panel throughout the entire class, it was clear since even if he was not paying attention in other classes, he could still leave some traces as knowledge passively flowed through his mind. Yet in this particular divination class, his panel was completely unresponsive as if it were dead.
"Although I'm not a hexagon warrior, even as a pentagon warrior, it's not a bad situation." Ian had no regrets about it; everyone has one or two shortcomings.
And if his shortcoming happened to be in divination, a subject he least preferred, it could be considered fortunate. While Ian was idly wasting time, Professor Trelawney also walked toward Aurora with eager anticipation.