All things are three at Hogwarts

Compared to the enthusiastic atmosphere of the English fans, the Irish audience was silent.

The leprechauns all looked downcast and sad.

"I think they played very bravely." Seamus puffed up his cheeks. He felt that Ireland's chasers and batters were world-class, but Allen was too strong.

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

He tried hard to recall the game, trying to find something to blame Allen for.

After thinking about it, there is nothing to criticize about Allen's game.

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

Fortunately, there are gold coins!

The professors at Hogwarts would never cancel final exams just because Ellen and the others 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.

Exam week has begun, and the castle is extremely quiet. During lunch on Monday, the third grade students came out of the Transfiguration class examination room. They were all exhausted and pale. While comparing their scores, they complained that the test questions were too difficult.

Hermione made a fuss that the turtle she conjured looked like a turtle, which pissed off the others because to others it was nothing to worry about.

Before Allen came out, he knew from Professor Flitwick's expression that his score in this subject must be O.

As expected, Hermione, Penelo, and Luna's intelligence and perception have been greatly improved due to the attribute potion.

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

Not only Charms, Care of Magical Creatures, Potions, History of Magic, Astronomy... they can ensure that they get the best results in almost every subject.

As for the young wizards who participated in the training organized by Allen, they were almost surprised to find that almost all the content examined by the professors had been reviewed in the cram school.

Therefore, although their results were not as good as Hermione and others who took attribute potions, they were still far better than other young wizards who did not participate in the training.

After completing all the subjects, Hermione thought she could relax, but she was notified that she had to take the Divination exam.

This frightened her greatly. Although she doesn't like divination class, she hopes that she can do well in all subjects.

Especially when she accidentally learned that Penello's grades in all n.e.w.ts tests were O.

She couldn't tolerate that she would have poor grades or even fail in one subject.

"She doesn't like me!" Hermione flipped through the pages anxiously, clearing the fog to see the future, carefully memorizing the chapter about the crystal ball.

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

When Hermione stepped onto the spiral silver staircase, her mind was filled with knowledge about the crystal ball.

Hermione felt that if she made up a disaster, the more miserable the better, she might be able to get high marks.

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

"Hermione Granger!" The familiar, sleepy voice came from above.

Hermione composed herself and walked up with firm eyes. Her back looked like she was looking forward to death.

The room at the top of the tower was hotter than ever, with the curtains drawn and a fire burning in the fireplace. The usual smoky aroma was so choking that Hermione couldn't help but cover her mouth and nose.

She nimbly walked around the scattered 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 into this crystal ball...look slowly...and tell me what you see..."

"Although I didn't see a halo on your head, you can give it a try." Professor Traolini glanced at Hermione and suddenly pursed her lips without saying a word.

Hermione leaned over and stared at the crystal ball, staring hard at it. The white mist was spinning and ethereal.

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

Vaguely, it seemed like two people were hugging each other, spinning and jumping quickly...

"How was it?" Professor Trelawney asked gently and airily, "What did you see?"

"I saw two people, uh," Hermione said seriously, looking at the crystal ball without blinking, "They seemed to be dancing!"

"Dancing? Are you sure?" Professor Trelawney demanded. "Are you sure, child?"

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

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

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

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

"I want to apologize to you, child, for my arbitrariness before. It's really good to be able to see it so quickly." After a slight pause, she continued, "At this moment, I see your aura. You have the talent of divination. ,Do not waste."

Hermione couldn't believe her ears. What had she just heard? Instead of saying she was talking nonsense, Professor Traulini said she had an aura?

She raised her head sharply, trying to see Professor Traolini's expression clearly.

Professor Traolini was grading the marks behind her name. Hermione saw it keenly. She drew a circle and it was o!

Hermione was relieved.

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, saluted respectfully, picked up her schoolbag and turned to leave, but heard a loud, harsh voice behind her.

"Soon!"

Hermione turned around sharply and saw Professor Trelawney sitting upright in the armchair, his eyes blank and his mouth open.

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

Professor Trelawney's eyes began to roll wildly.

At this time Professor Trelawney spoke again, with the same harsh voice, which was very different from her usual voice.

"The Dark Lord lies there alone, friendless, abandoned by his men, chained to him by his servant for twelve years... This servant will break free from the chains and set out to join his master. The Dark Lord will come back with the help of his servant , more powerful and more terrifying than before."

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

"I'm sorry, dear child," she said dreamily, "it was too hot, you know... I took a nap..."

Hermione looked at her in horror.

"Is something wrong, honey?"

"You just told me that the Dark Lord is coming back...his servants are going to return to him..."

Professor Trelawney looked shocked.

"The Dark Lord? The One Who Must Not Be Named? My dear boy, that's no joke... coming back, oh my God"

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

"I think you must have fallen asleep too, my dear!" said Professor Trelawney. "I certainly cannot predict such outrageous things!"

As Hermione climbed down the ladder and spiral staircase in a trance, she thought she might have just heard Professor Trelawney speak a real prophecy.

If that were true...

Hermione's heart couldn't help but sink. The joy of getting an o in the Divination class was forgotten.

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

Hermione thought of Allen's training organization...