The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

It was already summer, but there was still a strong flame rising in the fireplace. The room on the top of the tower was hotter than ever before, and the rich and dizzying aroma made Loren want to cough.

Walking around the scattered tables and chairs, Loren came to Professor Trelawney who was sitting behind a large crystal ball. He wore a large pair of glasses on his thin cheeks and an exaggerated number of chains and beads hanging around his neck. It almost bent her back.

She was in a daze, and when she saw Loren approaching, she came back to reality and said softly: "Oh, I'm sorry, dear child, the weather is too hot, I just took a nap..."

"My dear, please look at this crystal ball now...look slowly...and tell me what you see..."

"Okay..." Loren leaned over and stared at the crystal ball. While observing a whirling white mist inside, he pretended to say casually, "Professor, I heard that you are the famous prophet Cassandra Terry. Launie’s great-great-granddaughter.”

Trelawney raised her eyebrows and raised her chin reservedly: "Dear child, it seems that you are a student who really loves divination. I must praise you for your knowledge... Yes, I am indeed a prophet's occultist. Granddaughter, and I am the only one who has inherited her gift of prophecy.”

"The gift of prophecy is what you often call the Third Eye, right?"

"Yes, but not just the Third Eye."

The white mist kept floating in the crystal ball, and its shape could not be fixed for a long time.

Loren didn't even raise his head: "Professor, I have always been very curious about what the prophecy seen by the third eye looks like. Is it text, sound, image or some other form?"

"yes--"

Trelawney's voice paused as she answered, and her brows slowly knitted together, revealing some doubts and thoughts.

"Professor?" Loren looked at him doubtfully.

Trelawney calmed down, took on the professor's posture and advised: "Concentrate on the exam!"

"OK……"

Loren lowered his head and stared at the crystal ball intently: "Professor, I have seen records in some books. It is said that some prophets make predictions unconsciously. Do you know what is going on?"

"Of course..." Trelawney paused, "When the consciousness is far away from the world, the third eye will become clearer and brighter, so that the prophet can see the future more clearly."

The clouds and mist in the crystal ball slowed down, and they slowly gathered together to form some irregular and specious shapes.

Loren asked: "I have a doubt, Professor, if the prophet was unconscious when he made the prediction and there was no one else around, wouldn't no one know the prophet's prediction?"

"Oh, dear... the function of prophecy is to give people revelations and signs. It will not happen without anyone knowing..." Trelawney said in a sleepy voice, "Okay, tell me now, What did you see in the crystal ball?"

"Well, it looks like a floating cloak..."

Loren looked at the crystal ball and said casually: "It looks like many running werewolves."

"Why are werewolves running? What are they doing?" Trelawney asked softly, "Think about it..."

"Perhaps he is escaping from some terrible disaster." Loren replied.

"The scourge that scares werewolves, well, very well!" Trelawney murmured, writing eagerly on the parchment on his lap, "Your perspective is very keen, my boy... you may well have seen it. The subsequent development of the "Anti-Werewolf Act" saw the Ministry of Magic expelling werewolves! Take a closer look, did the werewolves escape in the end, and are they still alive in the end?"

Loren was a little surprised. He didn't know that he had seen so many things. He replied in an uncertain tone: "Well... it's dead... part of it... right?"

"Are you sure, child? Have you seen the corpses scattered on the ground, or the remains of the corpses, the splattering blood..."

"..."

…

At night, there is still an hour left before lights out.

The young wizards who had just finished their Arithmetic Divination exams were returning from the classrooms to the common rooms of each college.

The little wizards in the corridor were shaking their groggy heads, their eyes were dull, and they were silent. No one wanted to mention the test questions just now. The test was over, and so was the torture.

The arithmetic divination test was an open book with only one question. Professor Victor found an unknown wizard from the history books and asked the little wizard to tell him based on his date of birth, date of death, name and a painting. Calculating his life using palmistry diagrams and other clues requires a complete deduction of his growth environment, life changes, achievements and the cause of death.

The questions were very good and novel, which made many young wizards determined to drop out of the class.

In order to avoid handing in blank papers, some young wizards even invented a biographical novel with ups and downs.

Loren and Hermione briefly compared their answers while walking on the road. Except for the achievements in life and the cause of death, the others were missing by dozens of Quidditch pitches.

Hermione rarely argued with Loren. Arithmancy was like this. As long as the problem-solving methods used were the same and the ideas were the same, it was normal for the interpretation of the results to be biased. What's more, they matched two items.

Loren stuffed a piece of hazelnut chocolate into Hermione's mouth. The exam just now was too strenuous and she needed something sweet to calm down.

Hermione swallowed the chocolate in her mouth, pursed her lips and licked her protruding front teeth, and asked with a vague accent: "Loren, what happened to the prophecy that Harry said? What happened during your Divination exam?" What?"

"Honestly, I don't know very well..."

Loren slipped another one in and slowly told what happened in the morning: "...Then I will go back to the common room to meet you. You know the rest. I think Harry has already met Dumbledore. We talked about it.”

"So Professor Trelawney is a real prophet?" Hermione's face was full of doubts.

"I think so..."

Hermione was a little silent when she heard this.

She began to doubt herself. Could it be that Professor Trelawney's bluffing words about her having no talent or clairvoyance were all true?

Then remembering those obvious fraud techniques, Hermione was convinced that Professor Trelawney was a liar, at least a pure liar when teaching.

Hermione thought for a while, until the sweetness in her mouth faded away, and she was stuffed with a hazelnut chocolate again, and then asked again: "What do you think Principal Dumbledore will do?"

"What to do, what to do..." Loren's voice didn't sound like he cared at all, "Isn't it already known to us that Voldemort will come back?"

Hermione suddenly felt that something made sense. She crushed the hazelnuts wrapped in chocolate with her teeth. She suddenly brought up an unrelated topic: "Loren, how about we go to the United States during the holidays?"

"agree."

"Don't you want to know why I planned this?"

Loren pondered for a moment: "Well... to learn American English?"

"Don't think I don't know this is the joke book you read recently..." Hermione grabbed a chocolate and raised her voice slightly, "To see what the International Federation of Wizards is like!"

"Oh..." Loren nodded, "Professor Granger wants to see Minister Granger's work in advance."

Hermione glared at him, reached out and snatched all the hazelnut chocolate from his hand.

…

boom!

boom!

bang!

Before entering the Portrait Cave, Loren and Hermione heard muffled sounds in the lounge.

In the common room after the exam, even if the Howling Banshee comes, you have to retreat. The explosions and the throat-raising screams of the little wizards make your ears ring.

After entering the door, I found that Harry and Ron had returned from the principal's office.

The expressions of the two people were very complicated. Dumbledore spoke eloquently for nearly two hours, about the summary of the previous school year, the prospects for the next school year, and even about Professor Luping's departure...

After Harry and Ron finished listening, they seemed to have heard nothing. They came back with a full stomach of sugar water. In short, they were very confused.