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"Is there any problem with being born at the end of July?" I tilted my head towards the pale Longbottom, and seeing him struggling to hold a huge crystal ball, I frowned and asked, "Could it be Trelawney?" What does the professor tell you about the end of July--her specialty--unknown?"

Longbottom looked relieved, he nodded, "Don't you believe in Professor Trelawney's prophecy, Miss Snape?"

"Didn't Professor McGonagall say that she's never said anything right?" I found a wound on the back of his hand, probably bitten by "The Monster Book of Monsters" again, or by his toad , In short, we are all used to him always hurting himself for strange reasons, and he has also learned to laugh at himself in a helpless tone, "Why is it always me". "Why is this crystal ball here?"

"Miss Granger pushed the crystal ball in front of her to the ground when she left the divination classroom, and kicked the door when she opened it... I guess it fell down the stairs and rolled here, I was hesitating just now Should I send it back, uh, I'm worried she's..."

"Tell you that you're going to die next month?" I cast a levitating spell on the crystal ball, signaling Longbottom to lead the way. I've never been to a divination class, "To be honest, Longbottom, if She really said that whoever dies, Professor Dumbledore will not keep her here to teach."

"But Lavender's rabbit—"

"That's just a coincidence." I remembered the scene where Brown and Patil imitated Trelawney's evaluation of Miss Granger, and interrupted him impatiently.

"That's right." Maybe my tone was a bit like a father's, Longbottom carefully distanced himself from me.

It was the first time I pushed open the door of the professor of Divination. This place was different from all the classrooms in Hogwarts. The air seemed to be filled with endless mist, but it was not the white mist that steamed from the cauldron in the Potions classroom.

"Uh, Professor, we're here to return the crystal ball—"

If it hadn't been for Longbottom's words, I would have thought that the armchair was just a pile of shawls of various colors and materials-they almost drowned the woman.With a flick of my wand, the crystal ball slowly levitated over an empty table, and I could understand why Miss Granger didn't like this place.All kinds of aromas emanating from nowhere are mixed together, plus the soft carpet under my feet and the slowly floating ornaments everywhere, I feel a little drowsy in a hallucination, this kind of unconsciousness makes me feel disgusted .

"She looks asleep," I said. "You can leave her a note."

Longbottom nodded, he lowered his head and began to search for a new piece of parchment in his schoolbag.

"Darkness is about to make an irresistible comeback—the fate of the shift will also ignite the remaining candles—"

"Is she talking?" I was looking down at the crystal ball, which was only a cloud of mist, when I suddenly heard a woman's hoarse whisper, and looked up to see Longbottom blankly holding a quill and looking at the woman in the armchair, she didn't know When did she open her eyes—but I'm sure she didn't look at either of us, she seemed to be looking up at something we couldn't see, and her eyeballs bulged.

"The hinge binds them in the name of fate... Candles burn together and die together—conquer the darkness or be swallowed by it, the difference will be when the bell strikes."

She coughed desperately as if someone had just loosened her neck, and her glasses were tilted to one side.Longbottom and I watched her drink a cup of tea after a cough, and then stood up as if she had just discovered us, her voice became ethereal and ethereal: "Oh, welcome, what can I do for you?"

"Let's return the crystal ball." Longbottom whispered, pointing to the table.

"Oh, oh, of course, I knew it would come back." Professor Trelawney walked towards the two of us like a glistening insect, and she looked at me, "Of course, I also knew I would I met you at this time."

"What did you just say, do you remember?" I asked hesitantly.

"What did I say?" She blinked, "I didn't say anything, this girl who doesn't belong to my class, I just fell asleep."

"You just said that the darkness is about to make an irresistible comeback, what kind of fate and candlelight—" Longbottom reminded her.

"Oh, maybe it's because I've been reading lyric poems lately—flowers weeping under the falling stars, beautiful and powerful poems." She waved her hand impatiently, then walked quickly to hold it Twisting my wrist, "Let me see you, girl destined to be here at this time, oh, your destiny is reflected in your eyes, I see - rain, oh, you will meet a lot, dear of."

I jerked my hand back and took a step back: "Thank you, Professor."

"Does she talk like that all the time?" I asked Longbottom as we descended the stairs.

"Er, you mean bad predictions? She always does."

"No, I mean before, she was weird back then, wasn't she?" I asked, "She used that tone in class to tell you that you're going to die tomorrow or something?"

"No, she never talks like that." Longbottom raised his head and looked at the divination class classroom on the high place, "But we haven't seen her talk when she is asleep—usually we fall asleep during class .”

"Okay." I nodded, only to realize that I still have two thick assignments for Charms and History of Magic waiting for me in the lounge when I saw the darkness outside the window, "See you later."

"Thank you, Miss Snape."

I waved my hand to show that I heard it, and walked quickly to the auditorium. I planned to wrap a few pieces of food in a napkin and return to the lounge. I didn't take everything I heard just seriously.

The weekend is just around the corner, but this week is very difficult for me. It seems that every minute is stretched into 1 minutes.The most talked about in the Gryffindor lounge now is the Gryffindor vs. Slytherin tour after Easter. "We are two hundred points away!" has become Wood's mantra, the Weasley twins said they Wood had already carved this line on his broom handle while he was not paying attention.

Even for those who weren't interested in Quidditch, the week wasn't easy, and we had more and more homework that seemed like it would never be finished - as new assignments piled up every day.Professor Frivy even said in the lesson of the happy spell that the difficulty of this spell is actually not particularly difficult. We failed one after another because of too much pressure recently.

But the weekend finally came, and I even got up early and borrowed Brown's mirror to tidy myself up. I hope I look good when I see my mother, so that she won't worry unnecessarily.

"I think you should have a little more lipstick, my dear," said Miss Brown's mirror to me. "Just a little, and that smile will make every gentleman fall in love."

I flipped the mirror over and sure enough it was a giveaway from the Glamor Witch lipstick.

"Someone will pick you up at the Portkey location." Professor McGonagall said to us (staring at Potter as she spoke) sternly before we set off, "This is the door that Professor Dumbledore applied to the Ministry of Magic for you." Key, don't run around, follow the arrangements of the parents, understand?"

We nodded to show that we all remembered, Professor McGonagall obviously didn't trust us very much (I think she just didn't trust Potter), and emphasized to us again to take care of each other.

It’s already uncomfortable to show the follower, but I can’t imagine that there is a more uncomfortable means of transportation than the port key. The moment I left the ground, I felt that I would be thrown out, and then I stepped on the ground and staggered. I almost fell into the whole body Kneeled on the ground.

"Very punctual!"

As soon as I pulled back Potter's hand holding me to keep me from falling, I heard a burst of hearty laughter, and then Potter's joyful voice: "Dad!"

The person who came to pick us up was Mr. James Potter. He still had a bandage on one hand, but it didn't prevent him from giving his son a big bear hug and messing with his son's hair with the other hand (although would have been messy enough).

"Dad, this is Alice," Potter said to his father, standing beside me.

"We've met before, Alice." The tall and thin man smiled at me as he led us out of an alley, "Maybe you don't remember—"

"I remember, Mr Potter," I replied politely, "King's Cross Station, Year One."

"Dad, why don't we just go straight into St. Mungo's?" Potter asked as he watched Mr. Potter walk around the window of the mall that never seemed to open. "Is your injury okay? Mom wrote earlier It's still hard to heal."

"Well, there is a little troublesome situation." Mr. Porter pointed to us a few strangely dressed people among the Muggles who came and went, "See, the reporter of the Daily Prophet has been guarding there , in order to avoid trouble, let's go in through another door that is not commonly used."

"Didn't the Daily Prophet already report about Peter Pettigrew being captured?" Potter kept asking questions, and Mr. Potter kept picking out some answers in a good-tempered manner—if I asked my dad, he would probably Just tell me with a straight face that I don't need to know.

"The little bit of official news from the Ministry of Magic can't satisfy the appetite of the group of reporters. They are eager to write all the rumors as headlines—especially Rita Skeeter." Mr. Potter stroked the top of his head. A bunch of upturned hair turned around and said kindly to me, "Your mother is in good condition, your father insisted on making her own potion, so I came to pick you up."

"Where's Mom?" Potter asked another question.

"Mom is exhausted from taking care of me these days. I finally persuaded her to go back for a rest. Anyway, it will be summer vacation soon. There is no need to see you today. Speaking of which, how is your preparation for the final exam, son?"

Potter blinked. "Dad, we're about to have our last Quidditch match."

"Hey! Son, fight well!" Mr. Potter was distracted in an instant, "Fighting Slytherins? Let those Slytherins see—oh, sorry Miss Alice, I'm not—"

"It's okay." I waved my hand, "I'm not interested in Quidditch."

Potter gave me a look, and I pursed my lips when I realized I was smiling.It was the first time I saw such a family. Although it had nothing to do with me, seeing the Potter father and son talking like brothers without any scruples, I also felt a little happy and a little envious.

Mr. Porter finally took us to avoid those fly-like reporters and entered St. Mungo's. The noise filled our ears instantly, and all kinds of strange smells and screams from various corners made people feel uncomfortable. It's hard to feel comfortable.

"This way, this way—Harry, hold Alice so that she doesn't get pushed aside—be careful of that man, he thinks he's a porcupine and throws sharp objects at people passing by—" Mr. Potter said in Lead us the way, "My ward is on the second floor, and Lily's ward is on the fourth floor. Do you want me to take you there, Alice?"

"No need." I said quickly, not wishing to have Mr. Potter and my dad in the same room under any circumstances, "I'll just go by myself."

"Let's take you to the stairs. McGonagall told me to take you well." Mr. Potter said, "Go through the two doors, the fourth one on the left."

"Mom!" The moment I stepped into the ward, all my thoughts went away. I just wanted to rush forward to see where my mother was injured.She looked pale, but she wasn't wearing bandages where she could see it. After seeing me, she put down the bowl she was holding and opened her hands to me.

"Drink the medicine first." Dad interrupted me and Mom after a brief hug for a second.

"The potion your father made is terrible." Mom stuck out her tongue at me, frowned and poured the remaining dark potion in the bowl into her mouth, then screamed, "He still refuses my help."

"Your condition is difficult to help—"

"Sev," Mom sighed, "I was joking with Alice."

"Oh." Dad nodded stiffly, there was still a deep scar on his face, "Go on, I'll go out and have a look."

"Let me see my little baby." My mother pulled me to sit on the edge of her bed, and after seeing me struggling to sniff the ingredients in the bowl of medicine to judge her injury, she smiled and touched my head, " Mom is fine, she could have been discharged from the hospital - but for some other reason she has to stay here for a few days."

"Why?" I looked into her beautiful eyes worriedly.

"Well, some reasons are not very convenient to tell you now." Her gentle fingers brushed over my hair and face, as if asking me to draw a circle around the outline of my cheeks, "Don't worry, it's with my mother." Reasons unrelated to physical condition."

I acted like a baby in her arms almost unscrupulously for a while. I originally wanted to let her know that I was doing well by myself, but when I nestled next to her, I smelled the faint fragrance on her body that even the medicine could not cover up, and said As I spoke, I felt grievance welling up in my heart, and finally cried on my mother's shoulder.

"No embarrassment, no embarrassment at all." Mom rubbed my back and said with a smile, "Liz, no matter how old you are, you can be a child with Mom, and you can cry as much as you want."

"Dad wasn't really badly injured enough to go to St. Mungo's - you know, he didn't think anyone could make potions but himself, didn't trust the healer who treated me - well, it was quite a headache." Mum. Said to me, "Professor Dumbledore also agreed, but he should return to school next week. I heard that Slughorn is taking over now?"

I nodded.

"He's not a bad guy," my mother patted my hand, "maybe you don't fit in, but he's very good."

The visiting time ended too quickly, and I reluctantly said goodbye to my mother, and there were still more than ten minutes before the agreed time.The elevator looked very crowded. I weighed it and chose to take the stairs. Before I reached the third floor, I heard someone talking.

"What do you think?" Mr. James Potter's voice lacked the leisurely smile before, and seemed much more serious.

"What do I think? Potter, I'm not in the Ministry of Magic. Years in Hogwarts have made me lack the necessary sensitivity to these things--swapping glasses." I heard Dad answer coldly.

"Now is not the time for you to care about these Sirius jokes—"

"Potter, we obviously have different understandings of the definition of a joke," Dad's voice made me worry that he would draw out his wand and attack Mr. Potter in the next second, "Black is still immersed in your so-called golden age." Extricate yourself, and I don't want to remind him that if it weren't for me this time, your bandaged arm would probably be your throat instead of your arm—or you wouldn't have had a chance to get a bandage at all."

"I thought we were still talking about Connelly's transfer of Lily."

"Although I have never commented on Mr. Minister's ability, I have no objection to this matter." Dad said in a smooth tone to Mr. Malfoy's group, "As for the attitude expressed later, I don't care. Not surprised—are you surprised, Potter?"

"That's why I suggested to Dumbledore to reconvene the Phoenix—"

The watch on my wrist chimed suddenly, warning me that I might miss the Portkey if I didn't leave.I ran upstairs as fast as I could, praying that Dad and Mr. Potter didn't find me eavesdropping.After struggling to break free from the crowded elevator, I finally found Potter waiting for me in the lobby.

"I thought Dad would see us off," Potter said after leaving St. Mungo's. "He said there's something, let me promise that I'll return to Hogwarts safely with you."

When crossing the road, he reached out and grabbed my sleeve. In fact, I know better than him how to dodge those rampaging cars like a Muggle.

"It was you who wrote to my mom at Christmas telling her what my Boggart was, didn't you?" I actually wanted to ask him before, but I found it hard to tell him unobtrusively On the words - he is always surrounded by people.

He seemed very disturbed by my question, touched his nose and scratched his hair: "Don't be angry, Alice, I admit that I didn't think it through, I'm sorry, I—"

"I'm not angry." I turned my head to avoid his gaze and said, "Why do you always apologize to me inexplicably?"

"Uh, I..." he muttered, "my dad—he always said he was a bit of a jerk in school and told me not to be like him."

"But I can't take this." I took out of my pocket the cat's-eye green barrette that I had carefully wrapped in a handkerchief.

"No, this is just..." Potter didn't take it, he looked a little frustrated, "I also asked Aunt Lily to tell you that she gave it to you."

"I didn't give it back because you gave it to me." I put the handkerchief in his hand, "I checked, it's jewelry made by goblins, it's too expensive, even a friend can't just accept it so expensive one's gift."

"I just think it suits your eyes." Potter and I walked over to where the portkeys were, and he pocketed his hair clip and handkerchief, looking up at me, "Uh, hold on, Alice, You have a beetle in your hair."