Chapter 668: Bad Divination Class

"But... no one attacked me for a whole year," Harry said. "No one did anything to me at all—"

"In addition to sending your name to the Goblet of Fire list," Hermione said, "They must have a reason for doing this. Harry, Snape is right. Maybe they are waiting for the opportunity, maybe their mission is to catch you. .”

"Look," Harry said impatiently, "their goal today is obviously Mr. Crouch, but the relationship between this person and me..."

"But what if you die during the mission?" Fan Lin suddenly said.

"Yes, Harry, Crouch is the person in charge of the Three Wizards Fighting Competition, and they attacked Mr. Crouch. It seems that Mr. Crouch escaped. They controlled Mr. Crouch early. This It is not difficult to understand that their target is you and get your name into the Goblet of Fire, perhaps through the identity of Mr. Crouch."

"So, what is their purpose? To kill me?"

"Harry, I don't understand either," Hermione said frustratedly, "I just know that a series of weird things are going on that I don't like... Moody is right - Sirius is right - you should do it right away Training for the third mission, immediately. Also, you should stop what Sirius told you before, and we all try not to leave the castle..."

Hogwarts had never been more attractive to Harry when he had to stay indoors. In the next few days, whenever he had free time, he would either go to the library with Hermione and Fan Lin to look up spells, or sneak into the classroom to practice.

Harry was concentrating on practicing the stun spell, which he had never used before. The trouble is that in order to practice it, Ron, Fanlin and Hermione have to make sacrifices.

However, as long as Fan Lin defends, Harry will be the one who suffers, which seems to affect Harry's practice effect.

In fact, Fan Lin didn't want to waste time, and Ron was perfectly qualified for this task.

"Can't we kidnap Mrs. Norris (Filch's cat)?" Ron suggested during lunch on Monday, as he lay on his back in the center of the Charms classroom, having been beaten by Harry five times in a row. Fainted and then woke up.

"Let's knock her out a few times, or you can call Dobby, I bet he'd do anything for you, I'm not complaining or anything," - he stood up carefully, rubbing his back - " But my whole body hurts..."

"You keep misaligning the cushions!" Hermione said impatiently, readjusting the pile of cushions.

These mats were left in the cupboard by Welliver and used to practice banishing spells. "Try falling backwards!"

"Of course you can't be accurate when you're beaten so hard!" Ron said angrily, "Why don't you replace me?"

"Well, I think Harry has learned it," Hermione said hurriedly. "We don't have to worry about the 'disarming' spell, he learned it a long time ago... I think we should practice some of these spells tonight."

She looked down at the list they had made in the library. "This looks good," she said, "'Barrier Charm', it can stop things that want to attack you, Harry, let's start with this."

The bell rang and they hurriedly stuffed their mats back in the cupboards and slipped out of class.

"We'll see you at dinner!" Hermione said. She and Fanlin were going to Alismund, while Harry and Ron were going to the North Tower.

Strips of golden light beams filtered through from the skylight in the corridor; the sky outside was bright blue. It seems to be glazed.

"Professor Trauni's room is so hot that it's almost boiling. She never takes out the fire," Ron said.

They walked up the stairwell toward the silver ladder and trapdoor. He's right.

It was incredibly hot in the dim room, and the smoke from the incense was thicker than before.

Harry's head felt dizzy, so he opened the curtains of a window a crack while Professor Trauni was looking elsewhere.

A breeze blew in, and he felt more comfortable, and sat back in his chintz-covered armchair.

"Everyone," Professor Trauni said to everyone as she sat on her winged chair, her strange eyes wide open as she looked at everyone, "we have finished learning planetary divination. Today we have a wonderful I have the opportunity to observe the activity of Mars, which is moving into a very interesting position now. If you are all ready, I will turn off these lights..."

She waved her wand and all the lights went out, leaving only the glow of the fire.

Professor Trauni bent down and took out a miniature model of the solar system enclosed in glass from under his chair.

It was a beautiful thing; many moons shimmering around the nine planets and the blazing sun; they all hung in the sky, and the air inside the glass was very thin.

Harry watched idly as Professor Trauni pointed out to them that Mars was forming an attractive angle to Neptune.

The thick incense was intoxicating, and the breeze outside the window caressed Harry's face softly. He seemed to hear an insect buzzing behind the curtains. His eyelids started to fall...

He rode on the back of an owl and soared into the blue sky. Soon an old house covered with ivy appeared on the mountainside.

They flew lower and lower, the wind blowing pleasantly on Harry's face. They flew in through a dark and broken window on the second floor and passed through this gloomy corridor. There was a room at the end... When they entered the door, it was really dark in the room, and all the windows were boarded up. died……

Harry climbed off the owl's back... He tried hard to see what was in the room. The owl flapped its wings and flew to a chair with its back to him... There seemed to be two black figures on the ground next to the chair... Writhing and twisting... one of them is a giant snake... the other is a human being...

A thin man in black clothes, with a pointed nose, trembling all over... He was panting and sobbing on the carpet in front of the hearth...

"This is bad, Peters," came a high-pitched, cold voice from under the chair where the owl had fallen.

"At the same time, you're very lucky, really. Your mistake didn't ruin everything. He went crazy and his soul was torn to pieces."

"Oh my God!" The man on the ground gasped, "Oh my God, I...I'm so happy...and so sad..."

"Nagini," said the cold voice, "you are unlucky, I can't give you Wentaire, after all... But it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter... and Harry Potter..." The giant snake It hissed, and Harry could see its tongue working.

"Now, Peters," said the cold voice, "remind you again why I can no longer tolerate your mistakes..."

"Oh God...no...I beg you..." A wand reached out from under the chair and it patted Peters.

"Grucio," said the cold voice.

Peters screamed as if every nerve in his body was on fire, and the screams filled Harry's ears and the scar on his forehead began to burn;

Voldemort will hear him, will know he is there... (To be continued)