Hermione's little expression, in Tom's eyes, was extremely cute and endearing, and he couldn't help but laugh.
"What are you laughing at?" Hermione kicked Tom's knee under the table again. "This tea is too hot!"
This time Tom was quick enough to catch Hermione's extended foot. Hermione was horrified and struggled vigorously, but she couldn't free herself from Tom's "grasp."
"What do you want?" She didn't dare to speak loudly, so she lowered her voice.
"What does it mean? Miss Granger, you need to drink your tea now." Tom acted as if nothing was happening, but his hands were moving under the table.
With one hand, he grabbed Hermione's ankle, and with the other, he took off her little leather shoes from her feet.
"No..." Hermione's face turned red. She hadn't expected Tom to be so bold, and she was glad that the two of them were sitting in a corner of the Divination classroom, so as long as they didn't make too much noise, they wouldn't attract attention.
Feeling the softness in his hand, Tom couldn't help but take advantage of the situation and tickle Hermione's foot with his fingers. The small depression in the center of the foot has a sensitive spot, so Tom rubbed his finger on Hermione's sole, immediately causing her body to ache and go numb.
"Stop... I give up... I won't kick you..." Hermione's resistance time was shorter than France's, and she opted to surrender and disarm herself directly. Tom also stopped, but he not only let her go, but also took off Hermione's socks.
"Swear, so that you don't surrender and rebel." Tom said with a sneering smile, pointing at the teacup in front of Hermione. He hung Hermione's little leather shoes on his fingers under the table and released her feet.
Like a startled octopus, Hermione quickly retracted her feet, then turned slightly to the side and put her shoes back on. She shot Tom a fierce glare when she was done.
The tea had cooled down a bit after all this. Despite her reluctance, Hermione drank from her cup as quickly as she could and disposed of the tea leaves as he had asked.
"Take it, you can keep it! No need to return it." Hermione threw the tea leaves at Tom, staring at him with a ruthless gaze. Only the slight reddening of her cheeks made the threat less oppressive.
Tom also handed Hermione his tea.
Hermione grabbed the teacup and looked at it.
"As I see it, you're about to be struck by lightning, not just lightning, but you're about to tumble down the stairs and break a few bones... well, you're about to have a bloody disaster!"
"Hey, hey! Don't be blind!" Tom pursed his lips.
He glanced at Hermione's teacup, froze for a moment, and then compared it to 'Unraveling the Mists of the Future'. "Bloody disaster?"
He froze: Was Hermione going to have a bloodbath?
He reread the tea leaves in the cup and found that, after doing a cross-reference, the tea was giving him the hint that Hermione would have a bloody disaster, but she would be safe, just a little uncomfortable.
"Take care," Tom shrugged, but he only received a blank look from Hermione. As she listened to Tom, Hermione really wanted to turn the teacup she was holding upside down on his head.
At that moment, Professor Trelawney, who had just been drawn in by the commotion between Harry and Ron, spoke up. The two of them were laughing hysterically in her class and not behaving properly, which puzzled her a little.
"Let me see your tea, dears," she said as she quickly approached Ron and took the cup from Harry. Seeing that the professor was about to do something on her own, the class quieted down and watched silently as Professor Trelawney performed the tea leaf reading.
Tom also watched the act with astonishment.
Professor Trelawney finished her reading with a glance at the tea leaves, and as she turned her attention away from the cup, she felt Tom's gaze on her.
An idea struck her suddenly.
"Mr. Yodel," she said as she placed the teacup in front of Tom, "What do you see in the cup?"
Tom stared at the cup, the tea leaves in it resembling an eagle.
"An eagle," he replied honestly.
Professor Trelawney seemed perplexed. She had only given him the tea on a whim to see how the peculiar wizard would interpret it, but to her surprise, he immediately told her the image he had seen.
"Yes, that's right, you have a nemesis." She looked at Harry.
"Everyone knows that Harry has a mortal enemy," Ron muttered. But Professor Trelawney ignored him, her attention now more focused on Tom, whose reading had just caught her attention.
"Look again." She rotated the teacup for Tom, and the tea leaves shaped like an eagle inside took on the form of a stick.
"Oh, bludgeon! An attack!" Upon Tom's response, Professor Trelawney exclaimed, "My child, it is exactly what I saw too!"
Upon these words, the students in the classroom were startled. If what Professor Trelawney had just said could have been a trick, then Tom's situation couldn't be explained by a trick. Unless Professor Trelawney had been so audacious as to echo what Tom had said, then they had truly seen the same pattern!
And the sign Tom was allegorizing matched Harry's experience to a great extent: he had an old enemy, Voldemort, and had just been attacked on the Hogwarts Express. The news had almost reached Hogwarts.
"Well, my dear, don't say what the next figure is just yet..." Trelawney brought the teacup closer with excitement. "Here's the deal, I will write down the answer on a piece of paper, and you write down what you see, and we'll compare. Come on--"
She handed Tom a quill and a small piece of parchment.
Tom wrote down the pattern he saw on the paper, and Professor Trelawney combined their writings. At that moment, the other students craned their necks, trying to see the answer on the parchment before the rest of the class... even Hermione.
A thud was heard as Neville accidentally knocked over the table, but no one cared, at most they glanced at him and then averted their gaze, waiting for Professor Trelawney to reveal the final answer.
Neville's ears turned red as he hurried to clean up the mess.
At that moment, Professor Trelawney glanced at the words on the two parchments, exclaimed, and sat back down in her chair, covering her chest with one hand and closing her eyes.
Both parchments read: Skull and Bones: Harry is in danger.