Chapter 535 S.P.E.W

In fact, Fanlin should have given up on Divination class like Hermione did.

Especially when staring at the crystal ball, Fanlin could not see any future, but kept analyzing the structure of the crystal ball.

This looked like being in a daze, and in fact, it was exactly that.

Fanlin did not hear what Professor Trelawney said before.

To be honest, in the past, Fanlin could still compile a bad prediction homework based on the things in the prophecy book, but now, Fanlin can only do the same as Harry...

Predict your own death? The more miserable the death, the better...

This has always been a reserved program in Divination class.

Trelawney likes to watch this, everyone knows it, so although Harry and Ron's Divination class grades are not very good, they are indeed acceptable.

Or, try it through alchemy?

Fanlin was slightly stunned, this idea was a bit scary.

He remembered the attack he suffered at Nicolas Flamel that day, and the entire alchemy basin exploded.

What exactly does this indicate, and what kind of things will he get into in the future?

The weather was still a bit bad and slightly hot, which made Fanlin feel a little uncomfortable. If you can let Harry and Ron sit farther away.

In the words of the two people, Fanlin is simply a human-shaped self-propelled cooler.

Is he... a public refrigerator?

If possible, Fanlin would be happy to use magic to give Harry a thorough cleansing, but since the spell failed that day, Fanlin knew that he could not use magic anymore.

He was afraid that Moody would notice this, and if he used magic or something, his recovery would be delayed a lot.

This is terrible.

Fanlin once thought that Moody was played by a vampire, but judging from the interest he showed, this was not something a vampire would do at all.

Promise Fanlin to teach students how to fight vampires?

If it was a vampire, he would never be interested in such a thing.

Or is it purely imitating Moody?

This Defense Against the Dark Arts professor looks more like a Death Eater, wary of Fanlin, and interested in Harry?

Fanlin would never believe that these vampires would be loyal to Voldemort once they joined his camp.

Trevor had already said that they were just cooperating with Voldemort. Although this seemed a little unrealistic, this was the idea of ​​their leader.

Until now, Fanlin had not figured out what on earth Voldemort had that could attract these vampires.

Powerful power?

This was a ridiculous statement. Voldemort barely had a body now. Even if he had a body again, there were still many people who could confront him head-on.

Voldemort relied only on his own magic power and ways to escape death.

But these vampires obviously didn't need these.

As long as there was blood to feed on and the power was replenished, it would not be difficult to sleep for a thousand years.

Maybe Trevor was just a ghost of several hundred years old. The person who could become the leader of the vampires must be one of the best in the tribe, and... and...

Who knows what's going on with these vampires?

They have been hiding for a long time, and there are very few vampires who occasionally appear in Albania or some dark wizard gathering places.

Their long lifespan determines their loneliness.

Fanlin has always wanted to figure out the purpose of these vampires, but Fanlin found that there is nothing about Voldemort that can attract these vampires.

This feels bad, and I have completely lost my clue.

In Fanlin's opinion, Voldemort will be delayed for a while after losing Peter Pettigrew, but Fanlin never thought that Voldemort would move so quickly.

Unexpected things.

The only thing Fanlin can think of now is Nicolae Flamel.

In Nicolae Flamel's collection room, there is the vampire's ring and the golden compass made by Nicolae Flamel.

What exactly do these vampires need to do?

The golden compass is a powerful sealing prop, but what do vampires use it for?

Seal yourself up?

Well, this is indeed a bit unrealistic.

So, what is this?

Fanlin stared at the crystal ball, hoping that he could see something, but he gave up soon.

This was unrealistic, his soul was too rational, in the words of Professor Trelawney...

"You have a young body, but I feel that your soul is as dry as an eighty-year-old woman..."

It was really lucky that Hermione didn't smash the crystal ball on Professor Trelawney's face.

What if it was Fanlin?

"Don't stare at the crystal ball, it's useless. Maybe we should think about how to deal with this damn astronomy homework, just like that damn prophecy, why is it Professor Trelawney."

Ron spread his hands helplessly, "Accept your fate, brother, the soul of an eighty-year-old man..."

After speaking, Ron buried his head again.

Fanlin shook his head, the homework must be completed, although the others...

Time was turning every second...

"What does this thing mean, I have no idea." Harry stared at a long list of data and said.

"You know," said Ron, his hair all on one side because he had been running his hands through it in confusion, "I think it's time for the same old trick from last year."

"What, making it up?", "That's right." Ron said. He swept away the messy papers on the table, dipped his pen into the ink, and started writing.

"Next Monday," he said as he wrote, "I'm probably going to have a cough due to the unlucky combination of Mars and Jupiter." He looked up at Harry. "You know - just tell her a bunch of painful stuff and she'll take it. of."

"That's right," said Harry, crumpling his previous efforts into a ball and tossing it over the heads of a group of chatting first years and into the fire.

"Well... on Monday, I'm in danger of - um - getting burned."

"Yes, you will," Ron said harshly. "We're going to see the Blast-Ended Skrewts again on Monday. Well, on Tuesday, I'll... um..."

"A precious thing has been lost." Harry turned over "Unlocking the Fog of the Future" to find inspiration.

"Good idea," Ron said, writing, "Why don't you write about being stabbed in the back by someone you thought was a friend because of Mercury?"

"Yes... that's right..." Harry said, quickly writing it down as, "Because... Venus is in the twelfth house."

"On Wednesday, I thought, I was going to lose the fight miserably."

"Ah, I'm going to have a fight with someone else, and by the way, I lose the bet."

"By the way, just say you bet that I will win the fight..."

………………

This... this seems to be the only way. This is really bad. Maybe if he wants to learn constellations, he can take a Muggle course. At least it will be much more reliable than Professor Lawney.

Who knows when Professor Trauni will enter the state of prophecy.

They continued to compile their homework for an hour (which later turned tragic). People around them went back to sleep, and the hall slowly became empty. Crookshanks strolled towards them and sat down gently on an empty seat. Looking at several people, their expressions were puzzling, as if she knew they had not done their homework well.

Harry looked around the room, trying to find any more misfortune he had yet to use.

Fan Lin was flipping through the book. It seemed that this was really difficult for him. Harry had never seen Fan Lin worry about his homework.

He saw Fred and George sitting together against the opposite wall, with their heads touching and their quills outside. They were studying a small piece of brown paper intently. It was strange that Fred and George would hide in the corner and bury their heads. study? They were usually in the center, in the center of the hubbub, and there was something mysterious about the way they studied the note.

Harry thought about how they had sat together and written bad words on paper. He had thought it was another command formula for the wizards to crack up, but it didn't look like it this time. If that was the case, they would definitely He was teasing Li Jordan, and he wondered if it had something to do with participating in the Three Wizards Fighting Competition.

As Harry watched, George shook his head at Fred, wrote something with his quill, and then spoke quietly, though quietly enough to be heard in the almost empty room.

"Don't - it will appear that we are condemning him, we have to be careful..."

George looked around and found Harry looking at him. Harry grinned and quickly continued his prophecy - he didn't want George to think he was eavesdropping. Soon after, the twin brothers rolled up their brown paper and said Wish you good night and climb into bed.

About 10 minutes after Fred and George left, the hole behind the portrait opened, and Hermione climbed into the big room, holding a stack of brown paper in one hand and a box in the other. The contents of the box clinked as she moved.

Crookshanks arched his back and let out a small meow of joy.

Fanlin also wanted to call him "Ai" twice~

Well, this idea is too dangerous.

"Hello." Hermione said, rubbing Crookshanks' back gently, "I just finished."

"I'm done too," Ron announced triumphantly, throwing down his quill.

"It's not going to be good next month," she said sarcastically, Crookshanks huddled in her lap.

"Well, at least I made a prediction." Ron yawned.

"It looks like you slipped and drowned twice," Hermione said.

"Me?" said Ron, looking at his prophecies, "I'd better change one of them to be stepped on by a rampaging Shipgriff."

"Don't you think it's kind of self-evident that you're making it up?"

"How dare you say that!" Ron pretended to be angry, "We work hard here like school elves."

Hermione raised her eyebrows.

"It's just a phrasing," Ron said quickly. Harry had just finished writing his prediction of death by beheading and put down his quill.

Fan Lin stood up and relaxed his body, and quietly put his homework into the space debris. He didn't want Hermione to see it. If he made it up...

"What's in the box?" Fan Lin pointed and asked.

"I didn't expect you to ask, how funny." Hermione said looking at the three people maliciously.

She lifted the lid and showed them what was inside.

There are about 50 badges inside, all of different colors but with the words S.P.E.W.

"Vomiting?" Harry picked up a badge and looked at it, "What is it for?"

"It's not vomiting," Hermione said impatiently, "it's S-P-E-W, which stands for Society for the Promotion of Elves' Welfare!"

"Never heard of it," Ron said.

"Well, of course you haven't heard of it," Hermione said immediately, "I just started it."

"Ah?" Ron was a little surprised, "How many members have you recruited?"

"Well, if you two join, there will be four in total," Hermione said.

"Four?" Fan Lin was stunned and couldn't turn his head.

"Of course," Hermione said, "you and me, and then Harry and Ron joining in, you promised me..."

Silence is a virtue, but Fanlin really can't remember when he agreed.

Maybe he was fed a few butterbeers by Fred and George?

"You think we want to parade around wearing these badges? Say 'spe'?" Ron said.

"S-P-E-W," Hermione said angrily, "I want to stop the abuse of magical beings like us and campaign to change their legal status, but that's not the time yet. That's the main point of our manifesto. Gang."

She waved the stack of brown paper at them, "I did careful research in the library and found that the bad practice of enslaving elves can be traced back to centuries ago. I don't believe that we were indifferent to it before."

"Hermione - listen," said Ron loudly, "they like to be used, they love to be enslaved!"

"Our short-term goal," Hermione said louder than Ron, as if she hadn't heard anything just now, "is to ensure the wages and working conditions of the servant elves. Our long-term goal includes changing the law to prohibit the misuse of wands. And if you catch an elf, you will enter the Creature Standards and Monitoring Department."

"So how do we do this?" Harry asked. "We'll start by recruiting members," Hermione said happily. "I want the Weasley brothers to join and buy a badge. This procedure can raise funds for our publicity activities. Fanlin, you are the treasurer, and I will do it for you." There is a donation box prepared, upstairs - Harry, you are the secretary, so you have to write down everything I say now as the minutes of our first meeting."

"Meeting minutes?"

Harry swore that he had never done any record-keeping work in his life. In fact, he couldn't even take class notes well, and now he was asked to take such meeting notes?

Very embarrassing thing.

"Ron, you are responsible for winning over members, as... Minister of Propaganda..." Hermione nodded, and it seemed that this assignment made Hermione very satisfied.

No one spoke. Ron looked at Hermione as if he was about to die. He was really embarrassed. The hall was silent, and even Hermione couldn't find anything to say.

Naturally, Fanlin didn't dare to speak randomly. Hermione said something casually and then announced the meeting was adjourned. It was like a few people were granted amnesty... (To be continued)