Harry Potter: Badger's Flathead

"Be gentle. Even if you turn it over, the knowledge of divination will not enter your mind."

Alvin tapped Hermione's little hand with his wand and whispered to her to calm down.

"Hey! Don't shock me, I know you are good at lightning magic." Hermione rubbed the place where Ivan knocked her and glared at him again.

This guy is real! You knock on it, why is it still discharged! o(-`д′-?)

"Isn't this for you to calm down? I'm afraid you'll eat the book next second if you're like this!" Ivan said in a low voice as he approached.

"Is it as exaggerated as you said?"

"No? Look at Harry and Ron."

Hermione turned her head and glanced, only to see Harry and Ron leaning together. They were almost sitting on a small bench. This was the corner, and they were almost wall-mounted!

Hermione:...(;?_?)

"But how did you hear it! This is simply..."

"It's ridiculous, right?"

Hermione didn't answer, but the expression on her face was acquiescence.

"Divination and prophecy in the West is also called fortune-telling in the East, but the meaning is the same. Relying on various means to glimpse a corner of the long river of destiny within orderly rules. This is a course that looks at talent and spiritual insight.

The books are just for your reference, and what you have to do is rely on your own wisdom to answer the fate you see, rather than expecting to find formulaic solution logic in books. "

"You mean I have no talent? How could that be! No matter what course it is, it should always have its own logical theory, but the Divination course..."

"Hmm~ How should I put it, this is my talent!"

Ivan looked into Hermione's eyes, knowingly activated, and his blue eyes were gradually covered with silver~

In his eyes, the reflection of Hermione's eyes gradually enlarged until the world became transparent and a picture gradually became clear inside.

After almost one class, he finally found this feeling again.

When the fog cleared, what he saw was still Hogwarts, and the Calm Castle was as mysterious as ever~ But!

The middle wall of the castle suddenly exploded! Blue-white light burst out from the broken wall, and then an old hand appeared with a magic wand. The strong magic suppressed the blue light, and finally a large handful of magic crystals with spells spilled out, and this blue light The colored light turned into several blue glass beads and rolled to the ground.

At this point, the scene ends! His eyes returned to normal.

When he opened his eyes again, what he saw was not Hermione's face that was wrinkled because of confusion, but Professor Trauni's eyes that were dilated under her glasses!

"Ah ha~ Professor, don't get so close, you scare me!" Σ(°△°|||)︴

"Sorry kid, but what did you see this time?"

Ivan glanced around at the curious classmates and said lightly

"I saw Hogwarts explode!"

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"How is this possible! How could Hogwarts explode! You must be joking, right!" Hermione kept chattering behind her.

She still didn't believe that she didn't have any talent in divination. Ivan was very talented, but he might not be accurate! Professor McGonagall has said that divination is a very loose academic discipline. How could it be possible?

"That's not accurate. After all, prophecy is just a glimpse of the future." Lavender came over and said.

She believed it because what Professor Trauni said was true. The thing she feared most did indeed happen on the 16th, because she received a letter from home that the rabbit she had raised since childhood was killed by a fox. have eaten.

She is now a huge fan of divination classes! I firmly believe in Professor Trauni's prediction.

"But there is Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall in the castle! There is Professor Lupin and there are so many powerful professors. Who wouldn't want to blow up Hogwarts?"

"That's not a given. It's possible that Seamus is experimenting with some large-scale magic spell." Harry interrupted, just in time to be overheard by Seamus who was passing by after class.

Seamus looked confused, he seemed to be speaking ill of himself.

"That's right, Ivan might have done it himself. He might have had an accident when he was refining gold." Ron also agreed.

Ivan, who was thinking about how to dissect the dementors, staggered when he heard this, and looked at the innocent-looking Ron with complicated eyes.

"What's the matter? I'm just talking casually." Ron pulled Harry in front of him.

Alvin didn't speak and patted Ron on the shoulder.

He remembered that this guy had a bit of a crow's mouth! No way~ He really blew up Hogwarts, right?

"Hermione, if you want to learn divination, you have to have the right mindset!" If he hadn't spoken, Hermione might have burned out her CPU and wouldn't have understood her mistake.

"What kind of mentality?" Hermione was confused. Does this matter?

"I have already said that there is no logical formula for divination. The only thing there is is the meaning of the various images in the book. If you want to see through it, you have to grasp the feeling! Because we are Magical world!

Just like magic, only if you believe in your magic will it help you far beyond your imagination! The same goes for divination. If you want to rely on your own mind to conquer divination, you will never succeed!

If you don't want to believe in the authenticity of divination, how can you dare to ask for the divination light to come to you? "

Leaving Hermione with a dull look on her face, Alvin turned and left. He still had to study how to dissect the dementor, but he didn't have time to listen to you. He had to scold you every day.

Harry and Ron looked at Hermione sympathetically, and both of them were thinking at the same time:

"You said it's not the first day you've met him. Why do you have to be serious with him? He even dares to scold the principal, let alone you!"

The two recalled that last year, Ivan blocked Dumbledore at the door of the kitchen and scolded him for mixing the Stove Lord's tribute wine with milk tea!

He really shows no mercy at all! Didn't you see that he wasn't even afraid of Snape? You still dare to nag after him.

Chapter 202 Destroying the Dementors

A new newspaper headline came out, and Alvin began to avoid the classmates who had good news again. After all, the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin Medal is not ordinary.

It was okay at first, Alvin was only praised, but under the leadership of these two guys, George and Fred, he began to be worshiped by the students!

The reason was that before a potion test, these two guys came to him with "tributes" and gave him offerings to pray for their potion to pass the test!

Then after it was over, he went around blindly saying that he, the youngest recipient of the second-level medal of the Knights of Merlin, was blessed by him, and then a group of fools really believed it!

"Neville, if you don't want to taste how hard my fist is, I advise you not to do this."

In the auditorium, Neville placed a bunch of snacks in front of him. He also took three incense sticks from the kitchen, lit them and put them on a piece of cake before placing them in front of Alvin.

When he was about to pay homage, Aiwen stopped his next move.

Looking at Alvin's sincere eyes, Neville thought for a while and gave up the next move. It was definitely not because he was frightened by seeing the fists as big as sandbags being squeezed and making a clicking sound.

"If you want to pass the potion test, it depends on your own efforts. There are no shortcuts at all. Don't hold unrealistic ideas. You won't even hear it."

Ai Wen glanced around and said slowly.

"Did you hear that? Talk!" Ivan looked at the two red-haired guys behind him.

Fred: "Yeah, yeah."

George: "Yes, Alvin is right!"

With a pair of panda eyes and a head full of big red envelopes, the Geminis quickly nodded in agreement, indicating that they recognized Aiwen's words.

Hiss~ Alvin is really cruel.

"Neville, you too! What are you always afraid of? Professor Snape doesn't eat children. It's just that his tone of voice is a bit off or something."

Neville pursed his lips, but he was just afraid! He shuddered when he thought of Snape's tall body, cold face, and sinister tone.

Looking at Neville, who looked like a quail, Alvin shook his head helplessly. The psychological test was not that easy. Maybe after his parents were cured and the hurdle in his heart was resolved, he would be fine.

He also made medicine to treat the sequelae of Neville's Forgetting Curse. He also used the elixir as an auxiliary, and the effect was quite good. At least now Neville would not forget things all the time.

But he discovered that Neville's problem was not only physical, but also partly psychological, which could not be solved now.

After eating, Ivan found a deserted corner and turned the time turner again, and ran into the Room of Requirement.

With a wave of his hand, two soldiers stepped out of the shadows, holding down the dementors bound by the gray halo.

His Blade Soul Slashing can hurt Dementors, which shows that Dementors are related to souls, so he changed this black energy magic and made it with another black energy magic that specializes in capturing souls. a combination.

This soul-binding technique was the result. After researching it yesterday, he specially found a ghost to test it. He left with satisfaction amidst Peeves' frightened begging for mercy.

I tried it with Peeves. The ghost couldn't escape the magic. The effect was quite good.

"Ouch~" the dementor roared.

Snapped!

"Shut up! What's your name!" Ivan waved his wand, and the gray magic condensed into a whip and struck the Dementor.

The same magic that hurts the soul, why does it have to be in the form of a blade? Is there no other way to attack? You have to open your mind!

Tie the Dementor to the table, plug up its mouth, and get ready to start work.

He didn't feel any burden at all. This Dementor also ignored the Ministry of Magic's orders and approached Hogwarts, which proved that it had evil intentions.

If it dares to get close to Hogwarts today, it will dare to enter Hogwarts tomorrow and hurt people. Don't let it alone!

Ivan circled around the dementors, his two-color magic pupils opened. In the black and white world, the dementors were like a mess with no rules.

In the world under the magic pupil, any creature is just a shadow form based on the shape of life, but the depth of color is determined by the level of life energy, even ghosts are no exception! As long as it has soul and vitality, it is the same.

The Dementor is different. It doesn't even have a shape. It's like a mosaic that keeps changing shapes. There are no rules at all.

"Interesting, I think I know what to do."

He took out the magic book and a bunch of strange materials, and rummaged through Zhengqi Magic for a while based on his memory. He soon found what he wanted.

But he has to find a container that can hold his soul. If nothing else is enough, he must use pottery!

"Go find me some ceramic jars!"

Summoning a few shadow soldiers, he put his thoughts into the soldiers' heads. The four shadow soldiers were ordered to submerge themselves into the shadows, and they brought back four old clay jars in more than 20 minutes. .

They were of different sizes, and they were all covered with moss. It looked like they were picked up in a deserted alley.

He threw a jar with a foul smell to the soldier who brought it back, gave it a slap in the face, and let it roll out with the pickled stuff, and then he started to deal with the three jars.

The ones he found were all with lids. After he cleaned them up, he took the powder he had just prepared and sprinkled it on. After spreading the powder, he threw it into a pot filled with boiling purple liquid and cooked it.

"The demons and ghosts leave quickly~ the demons and ghosts leave quickly~" (???)?

He held the wand in one hand to inject magic into the pot, and shook the dried puffer fish rhythmically with the other hand. As the spell fell, three clay pots wrapped in purple halo floated out.

"It's your turn!"

The container is done, it's time to take care of the dementors.