Chapter 464 Divination, Searching for Peter Pettigrew

Chapter 464 Divination, looking for Peter Pettigrew

Andy glanced at Harry and said, "You..."

Harry spread his hands and said, "Professor Dumbledore has checked me and there is nothing wrong with me.

Andy nodded upon hearing this.

Voldemort was obviously not stupid enough to let Peter Pettigrew perform magic tricks under Dumbledore's nose.

But judging from Peter Pettigrew's behavior, there is no doubt that Voldemort's goal is Harry... They need to do something while Harry is asleep.

"Maybe it's the dormitory! Peter might have done something in your dormitory." Hermione guessed.

Harry said helplessly: "Professor Dumbledore has already checked our dormitory... There is no problem either."

Hermione looked at Andy, "Andy, what do you think?"

"I have no idea!"

Andy shook his head, "Peter obviously did something while Harry was sleeping, or... was checking something."

But this is just one of them!

Secondly, if Snape's identity is not exposed, then in Voldemort's eyes, Snape obviously cannot know about this matter.

That's why Voldemort didn't ask Snape to do it, he didn't even notify Snape.

Andy guessed that Voldemort had discovered that Harry was one of his Horcruxes? He sent Peter Pettigrew here just to check Harry's Horcrux?

But obviously it cannot be said that 'Harry is a Horcrux'.

"There are too few clues."

Andy said: "If there is no problem with Harry, then Peter's purpose is obviously to check something."

Ron turned to look at Harry, his eyes seemed to be looking at a dead person, "Harry, the mysterious man didn't let Peter kill you, is he planning to do it himself?"

Harry: "..."

"Omen!"

Hermione suddenly had a flash of inspiration and said in a tone of 'there is only one truth': "Harry, do you remember the first divination class? Professor Trelawney did divination for you, and the result of the divination... was a bad omen. !”

Harry: "..."

Ron said with a strange expression: "Only you will believe that liar."

"Professor Trelawney is not a liar, she is a true master of divination."

Hermione said angrily: "Although we can only learn the most basic divination, Andy has vision and he can make real predictions."

"Yeah! Andy can do real fortune-telling."

Harry looked at Andy expectantly, "Andy, maybe you can divine Peter's location."

"Um……"

Andy pondered for a moment, "Okay! But I need a crystal ball."

"Let's go find Professor McGonagall." Hermione grabbed Andy's hand and ran towards Professor McGonagall excitedly.

"Slow down!" Andy sighed helplessly.

Harry and Ron looked at each other and followed quickly.

"Professor McGonagall!"

After running all the way to Professor McGonagall, Hermione calmed down and said hurriedly: "Professor McGonagall, we need to go back to the dormitory."

Professor McGonagall lowered her eyes and glanced at the four people in front of her. When she saw Harry and Ron, she felt a little worried, "You'd better give me a suitable reason."

"Professor McGonagall, Andy may be able to divine Peter's location, but he needs a crystal ball." Hermione explained quickly.

Andy can tell fortunes!

Professor McGonagall had heard of this.

After finally teaching a student who has mastered the art of divination, Professor Trelawney will certainly brag about it.

Professor McGonagall alone had heard it no less than ten times.

Professor McGonagall hesitated for a moment, then nodded reservedly, "Okay! But you must promise me that no matter what happens, the four of you will not be separated."

"Also... once the divination results are available, you must notify Dumbledore immediately."

"Of course!" Andy said.

"Come back soon," Professor McGonagall said.

"Thank you, Professor McGonagall." Andy and the others thanked them, and then quickly ran towards the eighth floor of the castle.

Harry followed Andy, seemingly hesitant to speak.

He came to Andy this time, originally wanting to use the matter of Peter Pettigrew to ask Andy about Malfoy.

He wanted to know what Malfoy had said to Andy!

Why did Dumbledore and Andy both say this was a secret?

If it was a secret, why would Malfoy know about it?

But when things came to a close, Harry was at a loss to ask questions.

Because both Andy and Dumbledore rejected him, Andy even refused twice.

Arriving all the way to the Ravenclaw dormitory, Andy took out a box from under the bed and dug out a crystal ball.

"So this is what the boys' dormitory looks like." Hermione looked around curiously.

Andy suddenly felt a little lucky. Fortunately, he usually paid more attention to hygiene and kept his personal belongings very neatly. Otherwise, he would be embarrassed today.

"I'm going to start!"

Andy sat cross-legged on the bed and told Hermione and the others: "During the divination ceremony, you cannot make any noise."

"We know!" the three responded.

Andy nodded, then closed his eyes slightly and placed his hands on both sides of the crystal ball.

"..."

After a while, Andy suddenly opened his eyes.

"No! I need a little medium."

Andy turned his head to look at Harry and said, "Harry, you sit opposite me, put your right hand on the crystal ball, and think about what happened to you when you met Peter tonight."

Before Harry could answer, Hermione suddenly said, "Andy, I think Weasley might be better. Because Peter used to be Weasley's mouse."

"He can't do it!"

Andy said, "Peter is coming for Harry, and only Harry can act as this medium."

"I'm fine!"

Harry nodded seriously, and then sat opposite Andy as he said, put his right hand on the crystal ball, and asked, "Is this all right?"

Andy whispered, "Close your eyes! Recall everything that happened when you met Peter tonight."

Harry nodded and closed his eyes.

Andy also closed his eyes, put his hands on both sides of the crystal ball, and started the divination ceremony again.

This time the divination went very smoothly.

About three minutes later, Andy opened his eyes, "Okay!"

After hearing this, everyone focused their attention on the crystal ball.

A ball of white mist appeared out of nowhere inside the crystal ball. As the white mist continued to surge, some images appeared in the center of the white mist.

It was a shabby house that seemed to be quite old, with a thick layer of dust on the ground.

But if you look closely, you will find that the furniture here seems to have been moved not long ago. The dust on the table was also partially wiped off.

A mouse slipped in from the door, and then its figure quickly lengthened, and in the blink of an eye it turned into the appearance of Peter Pettigrew.