Chapter 324 Prophecy

Compared with the enthusiastic atmosphere of the England fans, the Irish audience was silent.

The leprechauns all looked downcast and frowning.

"I think they played very bravely." Seamus puffed his cheeks. He felt that Ireland's chasers and batsmen are world-class, but Alan's strength is too strong.

Ron casually picked up the gold coins in his pocket and let them scatter again.

He tried hard to recall the game, trying to find a place to blame Allen.

After thinking about it, Allen has nothing to criticize in this game.

But it was precisely because of this that Ron felt even more uncomfortable.

Fortunately - there are gold coins!

The professors at Hogwarts will never cancel the final exam just because Alan won the Quidditch World Cup.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and the little wizards who are about to take the exam are getting more and more anxious. Especially those senior wizards who are about to graduate.

Exam week had begun, and the castle was eerily quiet. During lunch on Monday, the third-grade students came out of the examination room of Transfiguration class, all of them were exhausted and pale. While comparing their grades, they complained that the exam questions were too difficult.

Hermione pissed people off by saying that the turtle she conjured looked like a turtle, because they thought it was nothing to worry about.

Before Allen came out, he knew from Professor Flitwick's expression that his grade in this subject must be O.

As expected, Hermione, Penelope, and Luna's intelligence and perception have been greatly improved thanks to the attribute potion.

Under the premise of serious review, they can cope with the exam with ease.

Not just Charms, Protection of Magical Creatures, Potions, History of Magic, Astronomy... almost every subject, they can ensure that they get the best grades.

As for the wizards who participated in the training camp organized by Allen, they were almost pleasantly surprised to find that almost all of the content examined by the professors had been reviewed in the cram school.

Therefore, although their grades are not as easy as those of Hermione and others who took attribute potions, they are far better than other little wizards who did not participate in the training camp. Members of the fifth grade training class scored twelve O.W.Ls in O.W.Ls.

And after Hermione finished all the subjects, she thought she could relax, but she was notified to take the divination exam.

This terrified her. Although she doesn't like divination classes, she hopes that she can do well in all subjects.

Especially after she deliberately asked about other people's grades, she learned that Penelope Clearwater had all O's in the N.E.W.Ts test.

Therefore, Hermione couldn't tolerate her poor grades, or even failure in one subject.

"She doesn't like me!" Hermione anxiously flipped through "Putting Through the Fog to See the Future", carefully memorizing the chapter about the crystal ball.

"I've never seen anything in a crystal ball!" Hermione scratched her long hair in distress.

When Hermione stepped up the spiral silver staircase, her mind was full of knowledge points about crystal balls.

Hermione felt that if she made up a disaster, the worse the better, maybe she could get a high score.

But she didn't want to compromise, say something against her will, and be a hypocrite.

"Hermione Granger!" The familiar, sleepy voice came from above his head.

Hermione gathered herself together, and walked up with a firm gaze. The back view seemed to regard death as home.

The room at the top of the tower was hotter than ever, the curtains were drawn, a fire was burning in the fireplace, and the usual smoky aroma was so choking that Hermione couldn't help covering her mouth and nose.

She deftly walked around the messy tables and chairs, and walked towards Professor Trelawney who was sitting in front of a large crystal ball.

"Hello, Granger," she said softly, "please look into this crystal ball...take it slow...and tell me what you see..."

"Although,

I don't see a halo on your head, but you can try. "Professor Traorini glanced lightly at Miss Know-It-All, and suddenly pursed her lips without saying a word.

Hermione leaned over to look at the crystal ball, staring at it hard, the white mist was swirling, ethereal.

Hermione's eyes widened, she seemed to really see some patterns and phantoms. She couldn't help but leaned down, wanting to see more clearly...

Indistinctly, it seems that two people are hugging each other, spinning and jumping quickly...

"How?" Professor Trelawney asked gently and lightly, "What did you see?"

"I saw two people, uh—" Hermione said solemnly, looking at the crystal ball without blinking, "They seem to be dancing!"

"Dancing? Are you sure?" Professor Trelawney demanded. "Are you sure, boy?"

"Yes, it's dancing." Hermione replied firmly, trusting her own judgment.

Professor Trelawney stared at the top of Hermione's head again, stood up simply, and looked at Hermione's crystal ball.

She stretched out her hands, adjusted the direction of the crystal ball, and then watched it carefully.

After a long time, she looked at Hermione with an extremely complicated expression.

"I want to apologize to you, child, for my previous arbitrariness. It's really good to be able to see it in such a short time." After slightly pondering, she continued, "At this moment, I see your aura, you have the talent of divination ,Do not waste."

Hermione couldn't believe her ears, what did she just hear? Instead of calling her nonsense, Professor Traorini said she has a halo?

She raised her head suddenly, trying to see Professor Traorini's expression clearly.

Professor Traorini was marking the mark after her name, and Hermione saw it keenly, and she drew a circle - it was an O!

Hermione was relieved.

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, saluted respectfully, picked up her schoolbag and turned to leave, but heard a loud, piercing voice behind her.

"Soon!"

Hermione turned sharply, and saw Professor Trelawney sitting upright in the armchair, his eyes lost and his mouth open.

After a thought, Hermione covered her mouth, for fear of disturbing Professor Traorini.

Professor Trelawney's eyes began to roll wildly.

Then Professor Trelawney spoke again, in the same raspy voice, quite different from her usual voice.

"The Dark Lord lies alone, friendless, abandoned by his men, his servant chained for twelve years... the servant will break free from his chains and set off to join his master. The Dark Lord will come back with the help of his servant , stronger and more terrifying than before."

Professor Trelawney's head dropped to his chest, making a purring sound. Then, quite suddenly, her head rose again.

"I'm sorry, dear boy," she said dreamily, "it's too hot, you know... I took a nap..."

Hermione looked at her in horror.

"Is something wrong, dear?"

"You—you just told me that—the Dark Lord is coming back...his servants are coming back to him..."

Professor Trelawney looked shocked.

"The Dark Lord? The one who can't even mention his name? My dear boy, that's no joke... come back, my God—"

"But that's what you just said! You said the Dark Lord—"

"I think you must have fallen asleep too, my dear!" said Professor Trelawney. "I'm sure I couldn't have predicted anything like that!"

Hermione scrambled down the ladder and spiral staircase, thinking that she might have just heard Professor Trelawney say a real prophecy.

If that's true...

Hermione's heart couldn't help sinking, the joy of getting an O in the divination class had been thrown into the sky.

If the rise of the Dark Lord is preordained, then what can someone as insignificant as her do?

Hermione thought of Alan's training organization...