Chapter 530 Divination Class Repertoire

Neville went back to bed after cleaning the toad's internal organs under his fingernails. He was exhausted tonight.

Aiwen continued to study ancient runes on the sofa in front of the fire, and Colin was doing transfiguration homework beside him.

Harry and Ron found a table in the corner with their copy of "Picking Through the Fog to See the Future" and began to predict their fate for the next month, filling in numbers in the complicated table of planetary trajectories.

It was very late, and there were fewer and fewer people in the lounge, and the little wizards went back to sleep one after another.

An hour later, Colin also went back. Ivan put away the parchment full of runes, and took out the Marauder's Map to look at it for a while.

There are dense names of people on it, and most of the young wizards are concentrated in the common room and their respective bedrooms.

Ivan saw Fred and George in the owl room, while Hermione was alone in the library.

Then, he moved his gaze elsewhere.

Ivan has been looking for it for a whole week, but he didn't find Barty Crouch Jr.'s name.

This is really weird, and I don't know who Barty Crouch Jr. pretended to be in Hogwarts.

In other words, he hadn't sneaked into Hogwarts yet, after all, the Tournament hadn't started yet.

Or, like Keresis, he had also bewitched his name so that it would not be marked on the Marauder's Map.

Aiwen can't be sure, but anything can happen.

He thought for a while before putting away the Marauder's Map.

It seems that there is little hope of finding Barty Crouch Jr. through the Marauder's Map, so we have to find another way.

Ai Wen rubbed his eyes and stood up, stretching his waist. He was going to wait for Hermione for a while, she hadn't come back from the library yet.

Harry and Ron were still huddling together at the small table, muttering something in low voices, discussing the divination homework.

In fact, the two of them made no progress, and the table was littered with many pieces of parchment filled with numbers and symbols.

Harry felt his head was still foggy, as if it were being filled with smoke from Professor Trelawney's fire.

"What the hell does this thing mean, I have no clue." He looked down at the long row of calculation formulas.

"I can't read it at all!" said Ron, the hair on his head standing on end because he had been scratching his head in distress, and he pointed to a planet and said, "Evan, you know what Saturn and Mercury moving to this position means What are you wearing?"

"I don't know!" Ivan leaned over and glanced at the complicated star map, feeling confused for a while.

"It's really not easy, isn't it? We finally found something that even Ivan didn't know!" Ron said, turning to look at Harry, "Harry, in this case, we still adopt the reservation of divination class Let's do the show."

"You mean, making it up out of thin air?" Harry raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah." Ron said, sweeping the messy pile of draft paper on the table to the floor.

He filled the pen with ink and buried himself in writing.

"Next Monday, I'll probably have a cough because of an unfortunate Mars-Jupiter conjunction!" He looked up at Harry, scribbling, "You know her, let's try to make up bad things, she loves to see that. "

"Exactly!" said Harry, crumpling up the results of his racking of brains and throwing them into the fire. "Well, on Monday, I'm in danger of, um, being burned."

"This sounds good. I haven't written my divination class homework, we can do it together!" Ivan said, quickly took out his divination textbook and parchment, and sat next to Harry and Ron.

He also needs to predict his fortune for the next month, and Ivan doesn't want to spend his weekends drinking tea and playing with tea leaves.

Without the talent of prophecy, one is destined not to make much progress in the subject of divination.

Instead of wasting time making useless predictions, it's better to solve these assignments quickly like Harry and Ron.

Anyway, Ivan had already made up his mind to make it up, and he didn't expect Professor Trelawney to give him a high score.

Seeing Ivan do this seems to have given Harry and Ron a lot of encouragement, and the two became excited.

"I may also be in danger of being burned next Monday..." wrote the Aven parchment, "because I saw flames in the teacup.""

"Yeah, we're all at risk!" said Ron, nodding. "We're going to see snails again on Monday, aren't we?! Well, on Tuesday, I'll..."

"You will lose your money." Harry flipped through "Seeing the Future Through the Fog" looking for ideas.

"Great idea!" said Ron, writing this down quickly, "because, uh... because of Mercury. And you, Alvin, someone is going to put a death curse on you because you're going to Meet Professor Trelawney! As for Harry, how about you getting stabbed in the back by someone you thought was a friend?"

"Cool!" said Harry, scribbling, "It's because Venus is in the twentieth house of the zodiac."

"And then, on Wednesday, we lost a fight with someone."

"Yes, I can have a hard fight with Malfoy, but I don't want to lose to him again, so let's write a bet and lose money."

"Because of betting that it will rain on Tuesday and being sick and lying in bed all day."

They made up prophecies, and the color of tragedy became stronger and stronger.

Another hour passed like this, and it was close to eleven o'clock, and there were only three of them left in the common room.

Crookshanks sauntered over, hopped nimbly onto an empty chair, and shook slightly.

It looked at Ivan, Harry, and Ron with inscrutable eyes, which looked a lot like Hermione.

That's what Hermione would look like if she knew they were doing their homework opportunistically.

It was an amusing sight, the three of them sitting there brooding over the unlucky event Zhang hadn't used yet.

After a while, Fred and George walked into the common room. The two of them held a thick parchment and a quill, talking in low voices. They didn't know what to do, and they looked terribly tired. They said good night , go back to sleep.

"The two of them must be working on the Weasley's magic trick order form or something again," said Ron. "Remember when Mom burned their last order form shortly after the summer vacation started, So they're going to make a new one out."

"But why do you hide from us? If it's an order, they will definitely let us participate." Harry said doubtfully.

"Who knows!" Ron shrugged.

Ai Wen knew what was going on, the two of them were actually writing to Ludo Bagman to ask for a bet to win Galleon.

Although the Quidditch World Cup ended with the Raid and the Dark Mark, the two of them bet right on the outcome of the match.

The Irish win, but Krum captures the Snitch.

It was a rare outcome, and Bagman was offering good odds on it at the time.

This meant that he now owed Fred and George a large sum of money.

But he didn't intend to pay back the money at all, and all the letters from the twins before disappeared.

The two of them decided to write a letter, appropriately threatening Bagman.

"It's so late, why hasn't Hermione come back?"

"She must have forgotten the time in the library. She won't leave unless Mrs. Pince drives her away."

As soon as the words fell, the hole behind the portrait was opened again, and Hermione crawled into the common room.

She held a roll of parchment in one hand and a box in the other.

The contents of the box rattled as soon as it was walked.

Crookshanks arched his back and purred. (To be continued.)