Ask Harry Potter to describe the fragment of the divination class classroom! The more, the better.

Harry, Ron and Hermione panted up the revolving ladder. More and more dizzy, finally they heard the buzzing sound overhead and knew that they had arrived in the classroom.

"Goodbye!" Cried the knight, and plunged into a picture with several hideous monks. "Goodbye, my comrades! If you need a noble heart and steely muscles, don't forget to call me Sir Cadogan! "

"Yes, we'll call you," Ron muttered when the knight disappeared. "If we need any lunatics."

They climbed the last few stairs and boarded a small platform. Most people in this class are here. There is no door on the landing; Ron pushed Harry away and pointed to the ceiling, where there was a round trap door with a bronze medal hanging on it.

"sibyll trelawney, divination teacher." Harry read. "How can I get up?" As if to answer his question, the trap door suddenly opened and a silver ladder was placed at Harry's feet. Everyone is quiet. "You go first." Ron grinned and said, Harry went up first.

He came to the strangest classroom he had ever seen. In fact, this is not a classroom at all, but more like a mixture of attic and old-fashioned teahouse. At least twenty small round tables are crowded in this classroom. Indian printed armchairs and bulging cushions are placed around each table. Everything is illuminated by dim scarlet lights; The curtains are closed, and many lamps are covered with crimson lampshades. The classroom is dull and warm, the fireplace is full, a big copper pot is burning on the fire, and the flame gives off a dull and greasy smell. The circular wall is surrounded by shelves, covered with dusty feathers, candle heads, worn-out playing cards, countless silver crystal balls and a lot of tea sets.

Actually, all you have to do is ask.