Hogwarts Everything is Three

Compared to the warm atmosphere of the English fans, there was silence in the Irish audience.

One by one, the little demons looked downcast and frowning.

"I think they played very bravely." Seamus bulged his cheeks. He felt that Ireland's chaser and batsman were the best in the world, but Allen was too strong.

Ron casually grabbed the gold coins in his pocket and let them fall apart.

He tried hard to recall the game, trying to find a place to blame Allen.

Thinking about it, Allen has nothing to fault in this game.

But precisely because of this, Ron felt even more uncomfortable.

Fortunately-there are gold coins!

Hogwarts professors will never cancel their final exams because Allen won the Quidditch World Cup.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and the little wizards who are about to take the exam are getting more and more anxious. Especially those senior wizards who are about to graduate.

Examination week began, and the castle was silent. At lunch on Monday, the third-grade students came out of the deformed class examination room, all of them were exhausted, and their faces were pale. While comparing their scores, they complained that the exam questions were too difficult.

Hermione made a fuss and said that the tortoise she conjured looked like a sea turtle, and made others angry enough, because in the eyes of others, there was nothing to worry about.

Before Allen came out, he learned from Professor Flitwick that his grade in this subject must be O.

As expected, the intelligence and perception of Hermione, Penello, and Luna have been greatly improved due to the attribute potions.

Under the premise of careful review, they can handle the exam with ease.

Not only the curse class, the protection of magical creatures, the potions class, the history of magic, astronomy...Almost every subject, they can ensure that they get the best grades.

As for the wizards who participated in the training camp organized by Allen, they were almost pleasantly surprised to find that almost all the contents inspected by the professors had been reviewed in the cram school.

Therefore, although their grades are not as easy as Hermione and the others who took the attribute potion, they are far better than other little wizards who did not participate in the training camp. They also got enough O, in fact, even a few very good ones. Members of the fifth-grade training class won 12 OWLs in OWLs.

After taking all the subjects, Hermione thought she could relax, but she was notified that she would take the divination exam.

This frightened her greatly. Although she doesn't like divination classes, she hopes that she can do well in each subject.

Especially after she deliberately asked about the results of others, she learned that Penello Krivart actually got all Os in the N.E.W.Ts test.

Therefore, Hermione could not tolerate that she would have an unsatisfactory or even unqualified grade.

"She doesn't like me!" Hermione flipped through "Pull the Mist and See the Future" anxiously, memorizing the chapter about the crystal ball carefully.

"I've never seen anything in a crystal ball!" Hermione clutched her long hair in distress.

When Hermione stepped on the spiral silver ladder, her mind was full of knowledge about crystal balls.

Hermione felt that if she made up a disaster, the more miserable the better, she might get a high score.

But she didn't want to compromise, say something against her will, and be a hypocritical person.

"Hermione Granger!" The familiar, dreamy voice came from above his head.

Hermione calmed down, and walked up with her eyes firmly. The figure from the back seemed a bit like death.

The room on the top of the tower was hotter than ever, the curtains were closed, the fire was burning in the fireplace, and the usual smoky scent choked so much that Hermione couldn't help covering her nose and mouth.

She dexterously bypassed the sloppy tables and chairs and walked towards Professor Trelawney who was sitting in front of a large crystal ball.

"Hello, Granger," she said softly, "please look at this crystal ball... take your time... and tell me what you see..."

"Although, I didn't see the halo on your head, but you can give it a try." Professor Traorini glanced at Miss Know-it-all, suddenly pursing her lips without saying a word.

Hermione leaned over to stare at the crystal ball, staring at it hard, the white mist spinning and misty.

Hermione's eyes widened. She really seemed to see some patterns and ghosts. She couldn't help but leaned down, wanting to see more clearly...

Vaguely, it seems that two people are holding each other, spinning and jumping fast...

"How?" Professor Trelawney asked gently and lightly, "What do you see?"

"I saw two people, uh-" Hermione looked at the crystal ball without blinking, and said solemnly, "They seem to be dancing!"

"Dancing? Are you sure?" Professor Trelawney asked. "Are you sure, kid?"

"Yes, just dancing." Hermione replied firmly, trusting her own judgment.

Professor Trelawney stared at Hermione's head again, and simply stood up and looked at Hermione's crystal ball.

She stretched out her hands, adjusted the direction of the crystal ball, and then watched it carefully.

For a long time, she looked at Hermione with a very complicated expression.

"I want to apologize to you, child, for my previous arbitrariness. It's nice to be able to see it in such a quick time." She continued with a slight hesitation, "At this moment, I see your aura, you have a talent for divination. ,Do not waste."

Hermione couldn't believe her ears. What did she just hear? Instead of saying that she is nonsense, Professor Traorini said that she has a halo?

She looked up sharply, trying to see the look of Professor Traorini.

Professor Traorini was scoring a mark behind her name. Hermione saw it keenly. She drew a circle-it was O!

Hermione was relieved.

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, saluted respectfully, and turned to leave with her schoolbag, only to hear a loud, piercing sound behind her.

"Soon!"

Hermione turned around abruptly and saw Professor Trelawney sitting upright in the armchair, her eyes lost and her mouth open.

After a thought turned, Hermione covered her mouth for fear of disturbing Professor Traorini.

Professor Trelawney’s eyes started to turn frantically~www.NovelMTL.com~ At this time Professor Trelawney spoke again, still in that harsh voice, very different from her usual voice.

"The Dark Lord lay there alone, without friends, and was abandoned by his men. His servant has been chained for twelve years...This servant will break free from the chains and set off to meet his master. The Dark Lord will come back with the help of his servants. , Stronger and more terrifying than before."

Professor Trelawney's head dropped to his chest, making a purring sound. Then, suddenly, her head lifted up again.

"I'm sorry, dear boy," she said in a daze, "it's too hot, you know... I took a nap..."

Hermione looked at her in horror.

"Is there something wrong, dear?"

"You-you just told me that-the dark lord is going to make a comeback... his servant is going to return to him..."

Professor Trelawney looked shocked.

"The Dark Lord? The one who can't even mention the name? My dear boy, that's not a joke... come back, oh my god—"

"But this is what you just said! You said the Dark Lord--"

"I think you must have fallen asleep too, dear!" Professor Trelawney said, "I definitely can't predict such outrageous things!"

Hermione climbed down the ladder and spiral staircase in a daze. She felt that she might have just heard Professor Trelawney say a real prophecy.

If that is true...

Hermione's heart sank involuntarily, and the joy of getting an O in the divination class had been thrown away.

If the rise of the Dark Lord is destined, then, as small as her, what can be done?

Hermione thought of Allen's training organization...