Study Days at Hogwarts

  Chapter 689 Mystery

  After dinner, they returned to the Gryffindor common room.

  Albert needs to go back to the dormitory to feed the cat, and then take Tom to the common room to let Tom communicate with other cats. It is not good to stay alone with the cat for a long time.

  Fred, George, and Lee Jordan seldom read quietly. The three of them needed to prepare useful materials for their Potions paper.

   No way, Snape assigned them a moonstone paper on the first day of school, and it was due in the next Potions class.

   Albert also said that he might not be free another day, so the three of them who had just finished eating had to write the paper together, lest they write it by themselves another day and waste more time and energy on it.

   "The characteristics of moonstone and its use in medicine. I think copying these in and writing them in a larger size should be enough to make up the twelve-inch-long content."

   Several people put together the information they found, and after looking at the length of the information, it feels almost the same!

"I think it's better to find some more. We can't copy all the information we find. It's better to start with its medicinal value. I remember that the love potion also needs a small amount of moonstone... Uh, Hermione Is there something wrong?" Albert was looking through the materials found by the three, while constructing the overall structure of the thesis in his head, when he felt someone approaching him, he raised his head to look at the person, and then his eyes fell on the one at the girl's feet. Enter Ginger Cat.

"Your cat?"

   "It's called Crookshanks." Hermione said, "I bought it in Diagon Alley during the summer vacation."

"It looks a little old, and it seems that I didn't have a good life before." Albert looked at Hermione's Crookshanks, reached out his hand and took out a pack of dried fish from his pocket, trying to use food to get closer to him. Crookshanks distance.

Meow!

   Tom, who was squatting on the table and taking a nap, became angry when he saw that Albert wanted to give his rations to other cats. It rushed to Crookshanks at a speed that didn't match its size, protected Albert behind it, and stared at the big cat in front of it like a thief.

"Jealous."

  Albert reached out to pick up the cat, scratched Tom's arm and said, "I didn't realize that you were protecting the food before, Tom is really narrow-minded!"

  Hermione was also taken aback, thinking that the two cats would fight.

  Albert reached out to touch Crookshanks, but Tom pressed his hand with the paw pad, and made a vigilant sound towards Crookshanks.

   "I'm really jealous, so cute!" Albert stopped teasing Tom, looked up at Hermione, and asked, "What's the matter?"

   "It's about the divination class."

   "Are you trying to say that Professor Trelawney is an old liar?" George interrupted suddenly.

   "Write your thesis."

Hermione was interrupted by George, and she didn't feel embarrassed anymore, she directly told Albert what she thought: "I think the divination class is confusing, there are many places that need to be guessed, this class always feels very unreliable, Professor Trelawney even saw omens of death in Harry's tea leaves."

   "Potter still thinks that black dog is ominous?" Albert asked casually as he put Tom on the ground.

"you know?"

"This summer, I ran into him while shopping in Diagon Alley. Potter asked me about it, and I told him it was just a stray dog." Albert said, looking at Tom who was staring at Crookshanks vigilantly. , "It seems that Potter doesn't seem to let go, and is still scaring himself."

"I also think it's a stray dog." Hermione seemed to have found some common topics, and continued: "I think Professor Trelawney is putting on airs. Many people say she is a liar. This morning, she even predicted Ha Leigh will die, but Professor McGonagall says Professor Trelawney predicts that a freshman will die every term..."

   "To a certain extent, what you said is actually correct." Albert said without knowing it.

   "I kind of want to give up on this class, it's a waste of my time." Hermione was polite enough not to say that Divination class is rubbish. Although it was just a class, the divination class gave Hermione a really bad sense.

   Albert looked up into Hermione's eyes, and asked with a smile, "Remember what Professor Trelawney told you at the beginning?"

"She said it was the most difficult course, and warned us that if she didn't have 'sight', she could teach us very little, and said that the textbooks were useless." Hermione recalled that when she took the divination class, Trelaw What Professor Ni said.

"The meaning of this is: divination requires talent. If you don't have talent, even if you spend time on it, you can only learn a little bit. That's why it is said that divination is the most difficult subject of all courses." Albert Directly help Hermione translate this sentence.

   "It's just that Professor Trelawney likes to say it in a mysterious tone... Well, I think you should fully understand the meaning of that sentence now." Albert looked at Hermione's astonished expression and nodded in satisfaction.

   "Is it really like this?" Hermione couldn't help asking.

"Yes, in fact, there are very few wizards with divination talents, and it can even be said that they are pitifully few." Albert softly comforted, "Although there are some suspicions of boasting, at present, Hogwarts School has not found anyone except me. Another student who has a talent for divination, even if Isobel gets excellent grades in the divination exam, he still doesn't have a talent for divination, so you don't have to be sad. It’s okay to just give up.”

   "So Professor Trelawney is not a liar?"

   "No, she is a liar. Mystery has always been a common problem of fortune tellers, because it is very difficult to predict the future." Albert signaled Hermione to find a place where no one was around to talk about it.

After the two found a place where no one was around, Albert continued the topic just now, "Professor Trelawney is the great-great-granddaughter of the famous prophet Cassandra Trelawney, and she is actually gifted with prophecy. .”

   "But why do you say Professor Trelawney is a liar?" Hermione asked puzzled.

"Professor Trelawney can't use her prophecy talent, um, how should I put it? It's like you have a hundred Galleons, but you can't use them. So, Professor Trelawney can't see through the crystal like I can When the ball sees some pictures of the future, it will play tricks to win the trust of others, and most wizards actually don't believe in so-called prophecies." Albert directly pointed out this matter to Hermione.

   "Of course, what we can learn from Professor Trelawney is not only the knowledge of divination, but also some very practical skills."

   "You mean Professor Trelawney's cryptic way of speaking?"

  Hermione raised her eyebrows slightly. She felt that Albert had learned from Professor Trelawney to play tricks, even though Albert's so-called prophecies were right.

"Yes, this is also one of them." Albert did not deny, "Most wizards are actually unwilling to believe in divination, even if the prophecy finally comes true. In the entire magic world, there are only a few master prophecies who can truly predict the future." In addition to being highly respected. Most fortune tellers are considered liars, so why not play tricks? Maybe you can fool one or two people."

   "You too? But can't you predict the future?" Hermione asked suspiciously, "Why are you still playing tricks?"

   "I know you are still wondering if I'm a liar, no need to quibble, I understand." Albert raised his hand to signal Hermione no need to quibble. "One day, when I'm really crowned the title of Master of Prophecy, you won't think that I'm a liar who plays mystique, but a respected 'prophet'."

   "So, you're trying to become a prophet?" Hermione raised her eyebrows slightly.

   "No, I'm just trying to get you to accept that I'm a prophet." Albert corrected, "Because I can see part of the future and I can already be regarded as a prophet."

   "But...why?" Hermione didn't think Albert was a person who wanted fame and fortune.

   "Because the words of a prophet are not the same as those of an underage wizard."

   "Speaking weight?"

   Hermione obviously couldn't understand the deep meaning of these words.

   "You will understand later." Albert didn't intend to explain.

   "Do you know what happened to Hagrid?" Hermione remembered what happened to Hagrid.

   "I expected it last semester and reminded Hagrid, but he obviously didn't care." Albert said calmly.

   "I thought you would prophesy about this." Hermione raised her eyebrows slightly.

   "With Hagrid's personality, he can actually guess without prophecy. I just didn't expect something to happen on the first day of school." Albert sighed helplessly.

   "Will Hagrid be fired?" asked Hermione.

"Won't."

  Noticing Hermione's puzzled gaze, Albert explained: "Professor Dumbledore will guarantee Hagrid, so Hagrid will not be expelled."

"real?"

  Harry and Ron happened to come out to find Hermione, and they heard Albert say that Hagrid would not be expelled.

"Potter, you should have some confidence in Professor Dumbledore," Albert said in a low voice, "Of course, old Malfoy will not let it go, after they find that they can't trouble Hagrid, they will naturally find other objects to vent their anger on." .”

   "Other objects?" The three asked suspiciously

   "That unlucky Hippogriff will definitely be used as a scapegoat." Albert said meaningfully.

"What's the meaning."

"It means that the Hippogriff will be killed for the crime of wounding." Albert looked at Harry calmly, and pointed out, "Of course, if you want to save it, you can give it to the Minister of Magic Fudge wrote a letter, expressing his willingness to donate a large sum of Galleons to the St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, and asked Fudge to calm down the matter immediately, and at a faster pace, because the Malfoy family was also not short of money. After Greg's troubles, he will use similar means to persuade Fudge."

  Harry was stunned by the suggestion that Albert had bribed Fudge.

  Honestly speaking, Harry's impression of Fudge is actually pretty good.

   "But... the hippogriff is innocent." Hermione's eyes widened in disbelief.

"The Hippogriff injured Malfoy. As long as Lucius is willing to donate a sum of money, the Dangerous Creatures Committee is willing to give it the title of madness and make it lose its head." Albert said Looking at the stunned three people, he sneered, "Don't be surprised, this is politics, and politics has never had anything to do with justice."

   "But...even if it goes to court..."

"The court has never been a place to uphold justice. People use the court to defend the law, and the law never equals justice." Albert ruthlessly crushed the ridiculous thoughts in the hearts of the three, "Don't look at me like that, My family members are all lawyers, and I have known these things since I was very young. It may be cruel to you now, but the situation is probably like this. Don't take any chances, Hagrid can't win the lawsuit."

   "There is a light in Hagrid's window, I want to go downstairs to see him, it's still early..." Harry said suddenly, he instinctively wanted to avoid this cruel fact.

   "I don't know if we're allowed to go out." Hermione looked at Albert uneasily, with pleading eyes, hoping that Albert could go with them to visit Hagrid.

   "After dark, you'd better not wander around, especially you Potter, I heard that Black's target is you." Albert reminded.

   "Sirius Black hasn't crossed the dementors and entered the school, has he?" said Harry loudly.

"Well then, I wish you all good luck. By the way, say hello to Hagrid for me, and tell him not to be sad, and I will find a way to help him solve the problem." After finishing speaking, Albert turned and returned to the Gryffindor common room , leaving the three of them looking at each other in blank dismay.

  (end of this chapter)