Psychological Counselling

Ginny struggled to free herself from the chair beneath her; Luna was helping her find the long idle student handbook in the pile of old books.

"Do you really want to go? I heard Hermione say that psychological counselling is unreliable. You complain to them, and then they bring out a man called Freud and use a large set of theories to prove to you all the distress is something young people must go through and give some physical hygiene education and some comfort."

Luna turned out the manual and blew off the dust on it. "Comfort, this is what I need most!" Ginny planned to get rid of the skirt and chair together.

"I can give you some." Luna glanced at Ginny, who was struggling to break free from her skirt, and her panda underwear that was accidentally showing, and changed her mind. "But not now."

And laughed wildly after talking.

Eventually, Ginny went to the psychological consultation room in the North Tower with firm determination.

She went through a trapdoor on the top floor, climbed a soft rope ladder, and entered a circular room empty. In the corner of the room was a copper-coloured incense burner with white smoke. The goose feather cushions were scattered all over the floor, and the curtains were decorated with gorgeous feathers and shells in rich colours. The walls on the four sides were full of photo frames, all inlaid with weird nursery rhymes. There was a gold frame on the east side which seemed very conspicuous. If there was a solemn document in it, quite inconsistent with the surrounding layout. There was a picture of a woman on the file with dishevelled hair and looking nervous.

Ginny walked in and took a look. It said: After being identified, the student has completed a four-year undergraduate education plan, has graduated, and has been verified to comply with the regulations of the United Kingdom Degree Management Regulations of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland. Miss Sybill Trisha Akana Cassandra Trelawney has obtained a bachelor's degree in psychology.

In the lower right corner of the document, a bright red seal arrogantly declares its authority to the world.

The University of St Andrews.

Trelawney? I seem to have heard of... She went to college, isn't that Muggle school...

Ginny turned her attention to the other picture frames, staring curiously at the nursery rhymes inside, and found that they were darker and scarier than the one before as she's looking through. The letters that made up the nursery rhymes were like children who lost their way in the night, shivering, just wanting to run away from the parchment. She unconsciously read one of the songs softly:

Cassandra Grande

Born on Monday

Baptize on Tuesday

Get married on Wednesday

Sick on Thursday

Critically ill on Friday

Die on Saturday

Corpse burned on Sunday

This is

The last of Cassandra Grande

Literature is terrible! It's not marginal at all. Ginny sighed sincerely.

She looked all the way and stopped in front of the parchment in the corner, the only blank paper in the room. Ginny stared at the parchment, and the parchment stared at Ginny, suddenly grinning. Speak softly:

"Last year, did the corpse you planted in the garden sprout... Did it bloom this year..."

The smile was like the tip of a needle, and Ginny pierced her back like an electric shock. She waved her hand in a panic and smashed a photo frame. She squatted down quickly, trying to pick up the broken glass and destroy the evidence, but was caught.

"Leave it alone, glasses will break anyway… "

Ginny looked up in surprise and saw a thin face pressed down from above, wearing a pair of exaggerated red-framed glasses, two huge black eyes confusing, close at hand.

Ginny screamed silently and fell to the ground.

"It seems that you really need psychological counselling… " The voice with big eyes was low and hoarse.

"Professor, when did you come?" She recognized that this was the woman in the photo.

"I stood behind you when you looked at the certificate...You are not sensitive… " After hearing this, Ginny had a cold war. Professor Trelawney walked to the low table in the middle, sitting cross-legged like a Turk. "Miss Weasley, come and sit here… "

Ginny followed suit, sitting across the table.

"What are your worries today... Oh, don't say it, let me guess." Trelawney touched the crystal ball in front of her and closed her eyes. "You are lost again on the road of life… Are you doubting again? Others can doubt the existence of God. But you cannot, because how can you doubt your own existence? You are the evidence of the existence of God. When I talk about you, I am not talking about others. They're talking about my belief-don't doubt, you'll get another name, another incarnation."

Trelawney's misty voice made Ginny's hands and feet cold. She thought that psychological counselling was a relaxing leisure activity. But every word I hear now is more puzzling than the mathematics Hermione reads every day.

"Ah… Professor Trelawney, shouldn't psychological counselling talk about Freud or something? Please, let's talk about Freud… "

"No, no, that's superstition! How could it be sexual desire that dominates humans? The most basic desire should be hunger... Based on this, the whole theory should be rewritten… " Trelawney was excited and returned to the misty voice. "We turned around and continued to believe in the topic. As we discussed before, the magical world is not without religion. Where there are gods, religion will arise. But people are indifferent and easy to be caught on betraying their faith. I originally did not hold hope for the world, but I am looking forward to you! You are finally back! There is nothing created before you, nothing eternal after you, you have to believe that your servant will build your temple, remember, one day, human beings will become your believers, give up all hope, and walk into your temple… Aquamarine Weasley, the newly born Alqmarine… The great Origin God Mary Sue..."

"You said Mary Sue!" Ginny exclaimed. "What is that?"

Trelawney suddenly widened her eyes, took out another pair of glasses, stacked on top of the original pair, and took a closer look at Ginny.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Ginny Weasley."

"Oh! I'm sorry… so alike… so very alike… " Trelawney put away her glasses and took out a stack of questionnaires. "My dear, please, what kind of analysis? Let's fill out a form… "

"Well… can you continue to talk about what I just said? It's fun… " Ginny made a look that she was only interested in new things. "Origin God? Mary Sue? I've never heard of that."

"Those are what I made indiscriminately. Telling people something about the cloud is a necessary skill to be a psychologist." Trelawney looked at Ginny suspiciously. "Would you like to do constellation analysis? Everyone likes constellation character analysis because they like to hear others talk about themselves."

"No need… I still want to… "

"Don't want to analyze yourself? It's not a good sign." Trelawney pushed the heavy glasses, and the white light flashed. "To understand the psychology, start by talking about yourself, or you don't trust me… I studied at the University of St. Andrews and I also received a license for psychological counselling."

Trelawney suddenly recalled her youth with relish. She said that every year at Hogwarts, many seventh-grade students submit applications, and those selected will continue to study in the Muggle world and the magical world under the arrangement of the Ministry of Magic. The two sides have been communicating secretly in agriculture, education, finance, literature, logic, and sociology, but most Muggles have no chance to detect it.

"I was very interested in the human mind at the time. I applied for psychology and was sent to St. Andrews with excellent grades... but I regret it now..." Trelawney was in the past I was immersed for a while and returned to reality "Okay, it's time to talk about you, what are you going to consult here?"

"Uh… I'm asking for a friend… " Ginny no longer wanted to tell her her thoughts, and she didn't want the misty-voiced-comfort.

"My dear, everyone who has a psychological problem says that it's asking for a friend. To be honest, you have to face them with psychological problems." Trelawney patted the back of Ginny's hand with understanding.

"I'm really asking for a friend. Since he took Divination, he has been abnormal, lacking energy, and indifferent to everything. I am very worried about him..." Harry was carried out to the rescue field.

"This is a good phenomenon. It shows that he is indifferent to his ambition and possesses divinity." Trelawney frowned slightly.

"Really? But it just looks very strange and I'm a bit worried. Anyway, can you cure it?"

"My dear, of course I can, and it's very simple." Trelawney seemed to dislike other people questioning her authority, and she found out a magazine with a white paper cover and gave it to Ginny. "Give this to him. No matter how people had their heads in the clouds, they will soon be down to earth. But you'd better not read it."

Ginny placed the magazine obediently and promised she would not peek.

They talked about the pressure of school, life planning, and the weird nursery rhymes on the wall for a while, all of which were from Trelawney's collection.

While the cuckoo clock on the wall sang to tell the time, Ginny took the opportunity to get up and leave.

"By the way, you can take a few cookies on the table and go." Trelawney pushed a basket forward. "The fortune cookies I made, they'll bring good luck."

Ginny grabbed a few and put them in her pocket, thanked Trelawney, and walked out the door.

As the door closed, she heard Trelawney sing inexplicably, still those weird nursery rhymes.

Who killed the robin?

It's me, said the sparrow,

With my bow and arrow,

I killed the robin.

Yes, yes, the bigger the forest the more kinds of birds... Ginny closed the door silently.

In the corridor, no one was around, Ginny secretly opened the magazine Trelawney gave her.

Playboy- the word was presented in front of her face.