Harry Potter and the Way of Reason

"Hermione Granger," said the Komodo Auror in a deadpan tone, "I arrest you for the attempted murder of Draco Malfoy."

The words fell into Harry's consciousness, smashing his thoughts into a hundred unbelievable shards, a mix of adrenaline rush and utter confusion that—

"She—" said Harry, "she—she won't—what?"

The Aurors ignored him at all.Komodo spoke again, still in that emotionless voice. "Mr. Malfoy has been revived in St. Mungo's Hospital, and he accuses you, Hermione Granger, of attacking him. He repeated the same testimony after drinking two drops of Veritaserum. If not caught in time and Heal, the blood-cooling spell you cast on Mr Malfoy will kill him, we have to assume you knew the spell was deadly beforehand. I'm therefore arresting you for aggravated attempted murder. You'll be taken to the Ministry of Magic Detention facility, interrogated after drinking three drops of Veritaserum—”

"Are you crazy?" Harry blurted out, pushed the Ravenclaw table and stood up, and within a split second, the Batnaru Auror pressed his shoulder hard.Harry ignored it. "The person you're arresting is Hermione Granger, the kindest girl in Ravenclaw, who helps the Hufflepuffs with their homework, who would rather die than kill anyone—"

Hermione Granger's face scrunched up. "I did it," she whispered, "it was me."

Another boulder fell on Harry's thoughts, shattering the fragile order and crushing the shards of understanding into dust.

Dumbledore's face seemed to have aged decades in seconds. "Why, Miss Granger?" asked Dumbledore, his voice almost whispering, "Why did you do such a thing?"

"I," Hermione replied, "I, I—sorry—I don't know why I—" She seemed to break down, her voice turning into a full-on sob, and only a few broken words could be heard, "I miss me-kill him-sorry-"

Harry should have said something, should have done something, should have jumped out of his chair, knocked out all three Aurors together, and made some super clever next move, yet he was shattered twice Unable to export any schemes.Batnaru's hand gently but firmly pressed Harry back to the seat. Harry found himself unable to move, as if stuck in glue. He tried to pull out his wand to cast the spell, but the wand couldn't be pulled out in his pocket. Higher and higher, amidst the storm-like protests, the three Aurors and Dumbledore escorted Hermione out of the hall, and the door began to close behind them—everything was inexplicable and ridiculous to the extreme, as if being teleported to a Parallel world, Harry's brain flashed back to another inexplicable day, in desperation finally had a flash of inspiration, realized what the Weasley twins did to Rita Skeeter, his voice turned into a scream, " Hermione didn't do it to you, you were implanted with false memories!"

But the door was closed.

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Minerva couldn't bring herself to be still. She paced back and forth in the Headmaster's office, subconsciously waiting for Severus or Harry to tell her to sit down, but the Potions Professor and the Boy Who Lived They didn't seem to pay attention to her, but stared at Albus Dumbledore who had just appeared from the Floo network.There were some sounds in the background, but no one paid attention.Severus was sitting in a small ottoman at the headmaster's desk, looking as impassive as ever.The old wizard stood menacingly upright by the still-burning hearth, his black robes radiating strength and sorrow like a starless night.Her mind was full of extreme confusion and fear.Harry Potter sat on a wooden stool, his fingers gripping the seat, his furious eyes were as cold as ice.

At 33:[-] in the morning, Quirinus Quirrell Flooed Draco Malfoy from his office to St. Mungo's Hospital for emergency treatment.Professor Quirrell found Mr. Malfoy in the Hogwarts prize showroom. He was on the verge of death, and his body temperature had been slowly dropping due to the continuous effect of the blood cooling spell.Professor Quirrell immediately dispelled the spell, cast a spell to stabilize Mr. Malfoy's state, brought him back to the office with a levitation spell, and sent him to St. Mungo's Hospital for further treatment using the Floo network.Next, Professor Quirrell notified the principal, briefly stated the situation at the time, and left from the Floo network. After receiving the notification from St. Mungo's Hospital, the Aurors asked him to go for interrogation.

The motivation for using the Blood Cooling Charm is apparently to kill Draco Malfoy slowly so that the Hogwarts Wards don't trigger (the Hogwarts Wards only detect sudden injuries).During the interrogation, Professor Quirrell told the Aurors that in January, shortly after Mr. Malfoy returned from Christmas break, he cast several stalking spells on Mr. Malfoy.Professor Quirrell did this because he learned that someone had a motive to harm Mr. Malfoy.Professor Quirrell declined to name the man.Professor Quirrell's tracking spell triggers when Mr. Malfoy's health drops to an absolute level, not when it suddenly changes, so Professor Quirrell gets a warning before Mr. Malfoy dies.

Two drops of Veritaserum, enough to keep Mr. Malfoy from holding back or embellishing his testimony that Mr. Malfoy had challenged Hermione Granger to a duel - an act consistent with noble law, but not Hogwarts. Ci's school rules.Mr. Malfoy was victorious in the duel, but as he was leaving, Miss Granger hit him from behind with a Stunning Spell.Mr. Malfoy knew nothing after that.

Three drops of Veritaserum, forcing her to voluntarily reveal all relevant information, made Hermione Granger confess that she had indeed knocked Draco Malfoy out from behind; then, in a fit of rage, cast Cool Blood on him Curse, deliberately slowing his death down enough to evade detection by the Hogwarts alarm system - a feature of the alarm system she had read about in Hogwarts: A History.She was horrified when she woke up the next morning, but she didn't tell anyone about it because she was sure Draco Malfoy was dead - if his own magic hadn't resisted the Cooling Blood Curse, Then seven hours later he must be dead.

"Her trial," said Albus Dumbledore, "is set for noon tomorrow."

"What?" Harry Potter blurted out.The Boy Who Lived didn't get up from the stool, but Minerva saw his fingers grip the wooden stool beneath him so tightly that his knuckles turned white. "This is madness! The police investigation cannot be completed in a day—"

The Potions Master raised his voice. "This is not Muggle Britain, Mr Potter!" Severus' face was as expressionless as usual, but his tone was very sharp, "The Auror got the Veritaserum charge and the Veritaserum confession. For them, the investigation is over."

"Not quite," said Dumbledore at the moment when Harry seemed to explode, "I insisted to Amelia that this matter should be investigated as closely as possible. It is a pity that this ill-fated duel Happened at midnight—”

"A supposed duel," Harry pointed out sharply.

"This supposed duel took place at midnight - yes, you're quite right, Harry - and that's beyond the scope of any Time-Turner -"

"Again hypothetical," said the Boy Who Lived coldly, "and quite suspicious, since the so-called suspect has no idea of ​​the existence of the Time-Turner. I wish to send an invisible Auror back to the Go, go and observe—”

Dumbledore bowed his head. "I went there myself, Harry, as soon as I heard about it. But by the time I got to the trophy room, Mr. Malfoy was unconscious and Miss Granger had gone—"

"No," said Harry Potter, "you came into the trophy room and saw Draco unconscious. That's all you observed, Headmaster. You didn't observe Hermione there, and you didn't see her Leave. Let's separate facts from inferences." The boy turned his head to her, "Imperius, Empty, False Memory, Legilimency. Professor McGonagall, am I missing anything else that could A brain-affecting spell that might make Hermione do this, or make her think she did?"

"Confusion Charm," she replied.The Dark Arts had never been her area of ​​study, but she knew—"There are some dark rituals. But all of them set off alarms at Hogwarts."

The boy nodded, still looking at her. "Which of these spells could be detected? Which ones did the Aurors detect?"

"The Confusion Charm will expire in a few hours," she said after collecting her thoughts for a while. "If it's the Imperius Curse, Miss Granger will remember. Oblivion can't be detected by any known method, but Only a professor can cast this spell on a student without setting off the alarm at Hogwarts. Legilimency—only other Legilimency masters can find out, I think—”

"The Court Legilimency examined Miss Granger at my request," said Dumbledore, "and it turned out that—"

"Can we trust him?" Harry asked.

"It was she," said Dumbledore, "Sophie McJeansen, I remember her being an honest student at Ravenclaw, and she was bound by an unbreakable oath to say whatever she saw. Truth—"

"Is it possible for someone else to drink Polyjuice Potion and pretend to be her?" interrupted Harry Potter again. "What did you observe, Headmaster?"

Albus said gravely, "Someone who looked like Ms. McJansson told us that the only Legilimency spell ever touched Miss Granger's brain a few months ago. That was in the In January, Harry, Miss Granger and I had some exchanges about a certain dementor. That was to be expected; but I didn't expect the rest of the facts Sophie discovered." The old wizard turned and stared at the Floo. the flames, letting the orange flames reflect on his face. "As you say, Harry, a false memory is also a possibility; if done perfectly, it's indistinguishable from a real memory—"

"I'm not surprised," Harry interrupted, "studies have shown that human memories are more or less rewritten every time they're recalled—"

"Harry," Minerva said softly, and the boy squeezed his mouth shut.

The old wizard went on. "—But the time required to create such a high-quality fake memory is the same as that of a real memory. It takes 10 minutes to create a detailed memory of 10 minutes. And according to the court Legilimency Master," Abu Si's face looked more tired and older," Miss Granger had been wallowing in suspicion of Mr Malfoy after Severus... yelled at her. She had been suspecting that Mr Malfoy was Mr. Professor Nepe's accomplice, guessing how he'd plot to hurt her, to hurt Harry - imagining this for hours every day - it's impossible to create false memories for so long."

"This seemingly crazy behavior..." Severus said softly, as if talking to himself, "is it possible to be natural? No, it would be too bad luck if it was purely coincidental; for some Too convenient for humans, no doubt about it. Some kind of Muggle drug perhaps? But that's not enough - Miss Granger's madness has to be channeled -"

"Ah!" said Harry suddenly, "now I understand. The first false memory was implanted after Professor Snape yelled at her, showing, for example, that Draco and Professor Snape Colluded to kill her. And then last night the murderer wiped out the false memory with nothing, leaving only the memory of her inexplicably suspicious of Draco, and at the same time she and Draco were implanted with the false memory of the duel. "

Minerva blinked in surprise.It would take her a thousand years to think of that possibility.

The Potions Professor frowned thoughtfully, his eyes focused. "The reaction to implanting a false memory is difficult to predict in advance, Mr. Potter, unless Legilimency is used as an aid. The victim may not necessarily behave as you expect when the false memory is first recalled. This is very Risky. But I think this is a possibility of Professor Quirrell's crime."

"Professor Quirrell?" said Harry. "What motive does he have—"

The Potions Professor said dryly, "The Defense Professor is always a suspect, Mr. Potter. You'll notice this pattern over time."

Albus raised his hand, making a quiet gesture that made everyone turn to look at him. "But there is another suspect in this case," said Albus quietly, "Voldemort."

That most deadly word of all taboos seemed to echo through the room, taking all the heat from the orange flames in the fireplace.

"I don't know," said the old wizard slowly, "I know so little about the manner in which Voldemort gained immortality. I think he scoured the books before me. All I found were the ancient Legends, because of the volume, he couldn't remove them all. But finding the truth from various stories is also the specialty of wizards, and I tried my best to do it. This ritual requires a living person as a sacrifice, a killing, which I Definitely; the coldest killing, the victim dies in horror. There are old stories of possessed wizards claiming to be the dead Dark Lord and doing all sorts of crazy things; they usually have this One of the Dark Lord's magical treasures..." Albus looked at Harry, his old eyes examining the young ones. "I think, Harry - although you will say this is only inferred - that killing will tear the soul. By this most horrible dark ritual, the torn soul fragments are locked in this world, locked in a piece of this world. item. The item must be, or will henceforth be, a powerful magical artifact."

horcruxes.The dreadful name echoed in Minerva's mind, though it seemed - for reasons unknown to her - that Albus was reluctant to utter the word in Harry's presence.

"Therefore," concluded the old wizard quietly, "after the body has been destroyed, the remaining soul is still attached to this object and continues to live in this world. A painful and pathetic existence, I am so Worse than a ghost, not even the humblest wandering spirit..." The old wizard's eyes were fixed on Harry, who looked back at him, narrowing his eyes. "It took a while for the broken soul to regain a life-like form. I believe that's why we were given ten years to recuperate; why Voldemort didn't return right away. But in time... the dead soul would rise again." The old wizard said with stern tone and precision, "From these stories, one thing is clear: the Dark Lord who returns through possession will have much less magical power than before. I don't think Voldemort will be satisfied with that. He would use other methods to regenerate. But Voldemort's Slytherin traits are better than Salazar's, and he will take every opportunity. Just give him a reason, and he will take advantage of this pathetic state and use his possession ability. If only he could profit from someone else's... inexplicable rage." Albus' voice fell to a whisper. "I guess that's what happened to Miss Granger."

Minerva felt her throat dry. "Here he is," she gasped, "here, at Hogwarts—"

Then she paused, because the reason Voldemort came to Hogwarts was—

The old wizard glanced at her quickly, but still whispered, "I'm sorry, Minerva, but you're right."

There was anger in Harry's voice. "What is right?"

"The best choice for Voldemort's resurrection," said Dumbledore gravely, "the path most attractive to him, the treasure that would bring him back to life in a greater and more terrible state - is guarded here, in this Inside the castle—”

"Sorry," said Harry politely, "are you an idiot?"

"Harry," she said, but softly.

"I mean, Headmaster Dumbledore, maybe you haven't noticed, but this castle is full of children—"

"I have no choice!" cried Dumbledore, his blue eyes blazing under his half-moon spectacles. "The thing Voldemort desires is not mine. It is someone else's, and he has agreed to put it here! I Asked if it could be kept in the Department of Mysteries, but he wouldn't allow it - he said it had to be kept in the Hogwarts Wards, in this place protected by the Founder of the House -" Dumbledore's A hand brushed his forehead. "No," the old wizard's voice fell silent, "I can't put the blame on him. He's right. That thing is too powerful, and humans want it too much. I agree to set the trap at Hogwarts." Within the enchantment, I will personally protect it." The old wizard lowered his head. "I knew Voldemort would try to get in here, and I had planned to trap him. I didn't think—never dreamed—that he would spend even a minute longer in the enemy's stronghold if it wasn't absolutely necessary. .”

"But," Severus asked, bewildered, "what good does the Dark Lord do him by killing Lucius' sole heir?"

"A matter of order," said Harry Potter, in a sharp tone. "The motives of the manipulators are not the primary issue. Our primary issue is an innocent Hogwarts student in trouble!"

Green eyes met blue eyes, and Albus Dumbledore stared back at the Boy Who Lived—

"That's right, Mr. Potter," said Minerva, without even thinking about it, the words seemed to spring from her lips. "Albus, who's looking after Miss Granger now?"

"Professor Flitwick has gone to her place," said the Headmaster.

"What she needs is a lawyer," said Harry, "anyone who blurts out 'I did it' to the police—"

"Unfortunately," Minerva said, her voice unknowingly carrying some of the majesty that belonged to Professor McGonagall, "I doubt that lawyers are of any use to Miss Granger now, Mr. Potter. What she is facing is The Wizengamot trial, it's extremely unlikely that they'll let her go because of a technical detail."

Harry looked at her with utter disbelief, as if saying that Hermione Granger didn't need a lawyer was the same thing as suggesting that she be burned.

"She's right, Mr. Potter," Severus said quietly. "Lawyers are rarely used in court proceedings in this country."

Harry took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes for a moment. "Okay. So how on earth are we going to save Hermione? I guess without a lawyer, expect the judge to understand the concepts of 'common sense' and 'prior probability', and understand that 12-year-old girls basically never intentionally kill , maybe the request is too high?"

"She's going to face the Wizengamot," Severus said, "the oldest noble family, and other powerful wizards." Severus' face contorted, almost returning to his usual sarcasm look, "Rather than expect them to have common sense—you might as well expect them to make you a bacon sandwich, Potter."

Harry nodded, mouth pursed tightly. "What punishment will Hermione get? Broken wand and expulsion from—"

"No," said Severus, "it won't be that simple. Are you deliberately misunderstanding, Potter? It's the Wizengamot she's facing. There's no prescribed punishment. Only a vote."

Harry Potter murmured, "In troubled times, the rule of law has proven inadequate; we'd rather rule by men, which is much more efficient...[2] So there's no legal limit at all?"

The old wizard's half-moon spectacles gleamed; he spoke carefully, but not without anger. "Legally, Harry, what we need to do is Hermione Granger's blood debt to the Malfoy family. Lord Malfoy will propose how to pay this debt, and the Wizengamot will vote on his proposal. that is it."

"But..." Harry said slowly, "Lucius was sorted into Slytherin, and he should have realized that Hermione was just a pawn. Not the right object of his wrath. Right?"

"No, Harry Potter," said Albus Dumbledore gravely, "that's just what you'd expect Lucius Malfoy to think. And Lucius Malfoy himself... doesn't Like you wish you thought so."

Harry stared at the Headmaster with increasingly cold eyes, while Minerva herself struggled to contain her emotions, stopped pacing, and tried to breathe.She was trying desperately not to think, trying to pull her mind away, but she already understood.She knew it the moment she heard it.She could see it in Albus' eyes—

"Will she be sentenced to death?" Harry asked quietly, the tone of his voice chilling Minerva.

"No!" said Albus, "no, not the Dementor's Kiss, not Azkaban, they don't do that to Hogwarts first years. Our country Not that depraved, at least not yet."

"But Lucius Malfoy," said Severus deadpan, "couldn't be content with just breaking her wand."

"Well," Harry said in an unquestionable tone, "in my opinion, we have two basic means of coping. First, find the real criminal. Second, use other methods to leverage Lucius. Quirrell The professor saved Draco's life, is this a blood debt owed to him by the Malfoy family, which can be used to offset Hermione's debt?"

Minerva blinked again in shock.

"No," said Dumbledore.The old wizard shook his head. "It's a clever idea—but no, Harry, I'm afraid it won't work. There is an exception to the rule, and it doesn't work if the Wizengamot suspects that the blood debt was deliberately created. Defense professors are too easily Doubt. So Lucius will plead."

Harry nodded, his expression determined. "Headmaster, I know I said I wouldn't - but in the present circumstances - the time Draco cast the Torment Hex on me, is this debt enough -"

"Not enough," replied the old wizard, (she blurted out "What?", and Severus raised an eyebrow) "It wasn't enough, and it doesn't even count anymore these days. You're an Occlument, you can't Testify under Veritaserum. Draco Malfoy can be forgotten before he testifies—” Albus hesitated, “Harry… whatever you did to Draco, you must assume Lucius Malfoy will soon find out."

Harry buried his head in his hands. "He'll give Draco Veritaserum."

"That's right," Albus said quietly.

The Boy Who Lived sat there covering his face, not saying a word.

The Potions Master looked genuinely taken aback. "Draco was really trying to help Miss Granger," Severus said, "You—Potter, you really—"

"Win him over?" said Harry, putting his head in his hands. "I'm almost three-quarters of the way there. Taught him the Patronus Charm and stuff. But what happens now I don't know."

"Today, Voldemort dealt us a hard blow," said Albus.The voice of the old wizard was very similar to the way the boy covered his face with his hands. "He took two of our pieces in one move... no. I should have known. He took two of Harry's pieces in one move. Voldemort started his game again, not against me, but against Harry ... Voldemort knew the prophecy, knew who his ultimate enemy was. He wasn't going to face Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy when they were grown up and stood by Harry's side. He wanted to do it now Attack."

"Maybe You-Know-Who, maybe not," Harry said, his voice shaky, "Don't narrow down the hypothesis space too early." Harry took a breath and put his hand down. "Another thing we can try is to find the real killer before trial - or at least hard evidence that someone else did it."

"Mr. Potter," Minerva asked, "Professor Quirrell told the Aurors that he knew of someone who had a motive to harm Mr. Malfoy. Do you know who he's talking about?"

"I know," Harry said after hesitating, "but regarding this matter, I think it's better for me and the Defense Professor to investigate - just like when we were discussing how to investigate the Defense Professor, we wouldn't let As if he was there."

"He suspects me?" Severus said, then smiled, "Well, of course he doubts me."

"My own plan," said Harry, "was to go and see where the fabled duel took place - the Trophy Room - and see if I could spot anything out of the ordinary. If you'd tell the Auror on the case to let me in - —”

"What case-handling Auror?" Severus asked flatly.

Harry Potter took a deep breath and let it out slowly before speaking again. "In detective stories, it usually takes more than a day to solve a case, but twenty-four hours—no, thirty hours is eighteen hundred minutes. I can think of at least one other important place to look for clues—but Whoever has free access to the Ravenclaw girls' dormitory has to go. Hermione would find notes under her pillow every morning when she was fighting the bullies, telling her where to go—"

"Albus..." Minerva gritted her teeth.

"I did not give it to her," said the old wizard.His white eyebrows were raised in surprise. "I don't know anything about it. Do you think she's being manipulated, Harry?"

"That's a possibility," said Harry, "and more than that, because it's a piece of the puzzle that you don't know about." Harry's voice dropped, more tensely. "Headmaster, you know that the man who gave me my father's invisibility cloak left a note under my pillow saying it was an early Christmas present. I guess we have to assume that the same man left the note for Hermione—"

"Harry," said the old wizard, after a moment's hesitation, "give you back your father's Invisibility Cloak, it doesn't look like a bad thing to me—"

"Listen," said Harry Potter eagerly, "the part you don't know is that after Bellatrix Black's escape from Azkaban, I found a note under my pillow, Signed 'Santa Claus', claiming they heard you were going to imprison me at Hogwarts, and offered to help me escape to Salem Wizarding Academy in the US. The note was accompanied by a deck of cards in which the King of Hearts was said to be It's a portkey—"

"Mr. Potter!" Professor McGonagall yelled without thinking. "This is most likely an attempt to kidnap you! You should have told—"

"I know, Professor, I did the sensible thing," said the boy evenly. "I did the sensible thing in the circumstances. I told Professor Quirrell. According to Professor Quirrell, the The portkey will take me somewhere in London—it certainly doesn't have the magic of an international portkey. Still, it's possible that the sender of the note was honest, and that the London location might just be a transit point. ’ The boy reached inside his robes and took out a stack of cards and a folded note. "I trust you not to fire blindly - I mean with wands - just in case the messengers are allies of mine, even though they may not be yours. But if it's a trap, I suggest we dismantle it immediately .Whoever it is, it's critical to catch the alive so we can bring them to the Wizengamot."

Severus stood up from his chair, his eyes becoming focused, and walked towards Harry. "I need one of your hairs for Polyjuice Potion, Mr. Potter—"

"Don't be in such a hurry!" said Albus. "We haven't checked the notes sent to Miss Granger; maybe the two things have nothing to do with each other. Severus, you go to her dormitory and look for it." ?"

Harry Potter raised his eyebrows and stood up so the Potions Master could pull out his tangled hair. "You think there are two different people at Hogwarts who go around putting notes under people's pillows?"

Severus gave a short sneer, reached up and pulled out a strand of hair, wrapping it carefully in a spar. "Quite likely. If I've learned anything from my tenure as Head of Slytherin, it's that multiple conspirators and multiple plots can create a ridiculous mess. But the Headmaster - I think Mr. Potter is right, I should really go and see where this portkey leads."

Albus hesitated, then nodded reluctantly. "Then I'll have a word with you before you go."

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No sooner had Harry Potter left the room to conduct his investigation than Severus turned and strode towards the jar of Floo powder, his robe flying with the swift movement. "I'm going to get some Polyjuice Potion, put my hair in it, and go. Headmaster, can you cooperate—"

"Albus," said Minerva, surprised at how steady her voice was, "did you put those notes under Mr. Potter's pillow?"

Severus' hand paused as he threw floo powder into the fire.

Dumbledore nodded at her, though the smile seemed forced. "You know me so well, my dear."

"I suppose the Portkey will lead to an ally's house, where Mr. Potter is to be kept safe until you show up and take him back to Hogwarts?" Her voice was tense - wise Yes, she couldn't deny that it was wise, but somehow it felt a little cruel.

"It depends," said the old wizard quietly. "If Harry gets that far—I might let him run away for a while. Better to know where he's been, and make sure it's a safe place to be with friends." Together--"

"Back then," said Professor McGonagall, "I wanted to blame Mr. Potter for keeping such an important matter from us! Blame him for being so stupid that he doesn't trust us!" She raised her voice, "I see, I It’s better to save money!”

Severus narrowed his eyes, staring at the Headmaster. "Then a note to Miss Granger—"

"Professor of Defense, probably," said the old wizard, "but—that's just a guess."

"I'll look for it," Severus said, "and then, I thought, start looking for You-Know-Who." The Potions Professor frowned. "I don't know how to start this quest. Do you know what magic can find souls?" huh, Headmaster?"

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The light in the Divination classroom was a dull scarlet, provided by the little flames produced by the burning of hundreds of incense sticks.If there was one word to describe this room it would be 'smoke' (assuming you're still in the mood to look around while your nose is dying from overload).If you could see through the damp mist, you would see a small, crowded room, with about forty couches crowded together—most of them empty—around a small open space in the center of the room, There's a circular trapdoor waiting for you