The days at Hogwarts

Ron started off smoothly. He was taken a little way when he encountered Hinkpunk, but luckily he woke up before falling into the mud.

The last exam for Harry and his friends was Divination, while Hermione went to study runes. She and Loren also had Arithmancy in the evening.

In the North Tower, many students were sitting on the spiral staircase leading to Professor Trelawny's classroom, waiting, and some hoped to catch the last breath.

"She meets us one by one and is said to use this to determine whether we have the Third Eye."

Neville spread out his book "Looking Through the Fog to See the Future" on his lap and opened the chapter on the crystal ball. He asked distressedly: "Have you really seen anything in the crystal ball?"

"of course not!"

Ron happily put his hand on his shoulder: "Just like our divination homework, you just need to say that you saw bad signs. By the way, how is your grandma recently?"

"It's okay." Neville nodded blankly, "Why do you ask?"

Loren explained: "Because at the beginning of this school year, Professor Trelawney once predicted that your grandma was not doing well. Do you remember?"

Neville recalled for a while, and his eyes became more blank: "But during the Christmas vacation, my grandma did have a cold for a while, and she was not in good health."

Harry thought of the signs of death that Trelawny had predicted for him, and he had indeed been in danger of almost dying several times.

"It's all just to deceive you. It's just good luck. I can now predict that your grandma will catch a cold next year..." Ron said contemptuously, "She is an old liar."

Amidst the discussion of the little wizards, the queue outside the classroom shortened slower and slower. When everyone came down the stairs, other students asked quietly: "What did she ask? Are you okay?"

But no one was willing to say it. In the end, it was Neville who answered their doubts: "She said the crystal ball told her that if I told her, there would be a catastrophe!"

Loren, Harry and Ron were the last three in line. Ron's name was called first. He went up and made nonsense for a few minutes before being kicked off.

After agreeing to meet in the common room after the exam, Ron left.

Harry was next, and finally Loren was left alone under the stairs waiting for the exam. He leaned in front of the bay window and looked out at the sunny field, thinking about things related to Trelawney.

Divination is obviously a talent-requiring magic, but he still hasn't shown the relevant talent yet, probably because he doesn't have the third eye mentioned by Professor Trelawney.

He also thought about quitting the Divination class when Hermione dropped it, but thinking about the prophecy triggered by Trelawney, Loren stayed again.

Suddenly, Loren raised his head and saw Harry sliding down the stairs in a panic.

"Trelawney made a very strange prophecy..." Harry looked surprised and whispered, "She said that the Dark Lord would come back with the help of his servants, more powerful and terrifying than before... and she also talked about the brilliance of the sun. When we are far away, black magic will unleash darkness!”

Loren's heart moved. Seeing Harry's panic, he patted him on the shoulder and said, "See you in the common room."

Upstairs, Professor Trelawney's voice was already calling: "Loren Morgan!"

The question in Chapter 382 is very good. I won’t take the exam next time.

It was already summer, but there was still a strong flame rising in the fireplace. The room on the top of the tower was hotter than ever before, and the rich and dizzying aroma made Loren want to cough.

Walking around the scattered tables and chairs, Loren came to Professor Trelawney who was sitting behind a large crystal ball. He wore a large pair of glasses on his thin cheeks and an exaggerated number of chains and beads hanging around his neck. It almost bent her back.

She was in a daze, and when she saw Loren approaching, she came back to reality and said softly: "Oh, I'm sorry, dear child, the weather is too hot, I just took a nap..."

"My dear, please look at this crystal ball now...look slowly...and tell me what you see..."

"Okay..." Loren leaned over and stared at the crystal ball. While observing a whirling white mist inside, he pretended to say casually, "Professor, I heard that you are the famous prophet Cassandra Terry. Launie’s great-great-granddaughter.”

Trelawney raised her eyebrows and raised her chin reservedly: "Dear child, it seems that you are a student who really loves divination. I must praise you for your knowledge... Yes, I am indeed a prophet's occultist. Granddaughter, and I am the only one who has inherited her gift of prophecy.”

"The gift of prophecy is what you often call the Third Eye, right?"

"Yes, but not just the Third Eye."

The white mist kept floating in the crystal ball, and its shape could not be fixed for a long time.

Loren didn't even raise his head: "Professor, I have always been very curious about what the prophecy seen by the third eye looks like. Is it text, sound, image or some other form?"

"Yes--"

Trelawney's voice paused as she answered, and her brows slowly knitted together, revealing some doubts and thoughts.

"Professor?" Loren looked at him doubtfully.

Trelawney calmed down, took on the professor's posture and advised: "Concentrate on the exam!"

"OK……"

Loren lowered his head and stared at the crystal ball intently: "Professor, I have seen records in some books. It is said that some prophets make predictions unconsciously. Do you know what is going on?"

"Of course..." Trelawney paused, "When the consciousness is far away from the world, the third eye will become clearer and brighter, so that the prophet can see the future more clearly."

The clouds and mist in the crystal ball slowed down, and they slowly gathered together to form some irregular and specious shapes.

Loren asked: "I have a doubt, Professor, if the prophet was unconscious when he made the prediction and there was no one else around, wouldn't no one know the prophet's prediction?"

"Oh, dear... the function of prophecy is to give people revelations and signs. It will not happen without anyone knowing..." Trelawney said in a sleepy voice, "Okay, tell me now, What did you see in the crystal ball?"

"Hmm, it looks like a floating cloak..."

Loren looked at the crystal ball and said casually: "It looks like many running werewolves."

"Why are werewolves running? What are they doing?" Trelawney asked softly, "Think about it..."

"Perhaps he is escaping from some terrible disaster." Loren replied.

"The scourge that scares werewolves, well, very well!" Trelawney murmured, writing eagerly on the parchment on his lap, "Your perspective is very keen, my boy... you may well have seen it. The subsequent development of the "Anti-Werewolf Act" saw the Ministry of Magic expelling werewolves! Take a closer look, did the werewolves escape in the end, and are they still alive in the end?"

Loren was a little surprised. He didn't know that he had seen so many things. He replied in an uncertain tone: "Well... it's dead... part of it... right?"

"Are you sure, child? Have you seen the corpses scattered on the ground, or the remains of the corpses, the splattering blood..."

"..."

……

At night, there is still an hour left before lights out.

The young wizards who had just finished their Arithmetic Divination exams were returning from the classrooms to the common rooms of each college.

The little wizards in the corridor were shaking their groggy heads, their eyes were dull, and they were silent. No one wanted to mention the test questions just now. The test was over, and so was the torture.

The arithmetic divination exam was open book and had only one question. Professor Victor found an unknown wizard that no one had ever heard of from a history book and asked the young wizard to calculate his life based on clues such as his date of birth, date of death, name and a palm chart. The question was to completely deduce his growing environment, life changes, achievements and cause of death.

The questions were very good and novel, which made many young wizards determined to drop out of the class.

In order to avoid handing in blank papers, some young wizards even invented a biographical novel with ups and downs.

Loren and Hermione briefly compared their answers while walking on the road. Except for the achievements in life and the cause of death, the others were missing by dozens of Quidditch pitches.

Hermione rarely argued with Loren. Arithmancy was like this. As long as the problem-solving methods used were the same and the ideas were the same, it was normal for the interpretation of the results to be biased. What's more, they matched two items.

Loren stuffed a piece of hazelnut chocolate into Hermione's mouth. The exam just now was too strenuous and she needed something sweet to calm down.

Hermione swallowed the chocolate in her mouth, pursed her lips and licked her protruding front teeth, and asked with a vague accent: "Loren, what happened to the prophecy that Harry said? What happened during your Divination exam?" What?"

"Honestly, I don't know very well..."

Loren slipped another one in and slowly told what happened in the morning: "...Then I will go back to the common room to meet you. You know the rest. I think Harry has already met Dumbledore." We talked about it.”

"So Professor Trelawney is a real prophet?" Hermione's face was full of doubts.

"I think so..."

Hermione was a little silent when she heard this.

She began to doubt herself. Could it be that Professor Trelawney's bluffing words about her lack of talent and clairvoyance were all true?

Then remembering those obvious fraud techniques, Hermione was convinced that Professor Trelawney was a liar, at least a pure liar when teaching.

Hermione thought for a while, until the sweetness in her mouth faded away, and she was stuffed with a hazelnut chocolate again, and then asked again: "What do you think Principal Dumbledore will do?"

"What to do, what to do..." Loren's voice didn't sound like he cared at all, "Isn't it already known to us that Voldemort will come back?"

Hermione suddenly felt that something made sense. She crushed the hazelnuts wrapped in chocolate with her teeth. She suddenly talked about an unrelated topic: "Loren, how about we go to the United States during the holidays?"

"agree."

"Don't you want to know why I planned this?"

Loren pondered for a moment: "Well... to learn American English?"

"Don't think I don't know this is the joke book you read recently..." Hermione grabbed a chocolate and raised her voice slightly, "To see what the International Federation of Wizards is like!"

"Oh..." Loren nodded, "Professor Granger wants to see Minister Granger's work in advance."

Hermione glared at him, reached out and snatched all the hazelnut chocolate from his hand.

……

boom!

boom!

bang!

Before entering the Portrait Cave, Loren and Hermione heard muffled sounds in the lounge.

In the common room after the exam, even if the Howling Banshee comes, you have to retreat. The explosions and the throat-shattering screams of the little wizards make your ears ring.

After entering the door, I found that Harry and Ron had returned from the principal's office.

The expressions of the two people were very complicated. Dumbledore spoke eloquently for nearly two hours, about the summary of the previous school year, the prospects for the next school year, and even about Professor Luping's departure...

After Harry and Ron finished listening, they seemed to have heard nothing. They came back with a full stomach of sugar water. In short, they were very confused.

Chapter 383 Night Talk in the Lounge

Loren and Hermione sat down next to them, and Hermione asked curiously: "Harry, did you go to the office to tell the principal about Professor Trelawney's prophecy? What did Principal Dumbledore say?"

Harry slowly came back to his senses, remained silent for a moment, slowly recounted the situation at that time, and finally concluded with a complicated expression: "Dumbledore... didn't seem to say anything..."

Ron retorted in a low voice: "No, he said a lot, but it didn't sound like he said anything."

The two murmured some nonsense, and Ron finally accused angrily, "That's how adults are, they always treat us like children and don't want to say anything to us! It was obvious that Harry heard the prophecy first, and we all Willing to share with him..."

Loren spread his hands towards Hermione, as if that was indeed the case.

Neville's voice suddenly came from the side: "You are finally back... Phew... come on, I'll take out all the remaining snacks!"

Loren and the others turned around to look, and Neville's magic robe could be faintly seen behind the pile of snacks. He walked over with a small mountain of snacks in his arms. He bent down slightly and picked up all kinds of snacks and candies. He fell onto the table among several people.

The pink coconut sorbet sparkles, the licorice wands and cockroach cartons are piled in a pile, the sizzling honey candy exudes the sweet fragrance...

"Wow……"

Ron took a breath and his eyes began to shine. He put his hands into the pile of snacks and sighed: "I don't care, even if Dumbledore comes to me now to discuss a plan to deal with Voldemort, I have to put all this in my stomach." Say it again."

Neville stood grinning.

Loren opened a box of cockroaches and handed them to Hermione, who was pushed away in disgust. He handed them to Harry, who bit the bullet and ate a few.

Chewing the candy and feeling the juice splashing in his mouth, Harry sighed happily. Many emotions suddenly rose in his heart. He lay on the back of the sofa and sighed: "Third grade is over..."

"To be precise, there's still a week left until the end."

Ignoring Hermione's untimely rigor, Harry continued to sigh: "We will be fourth years next year."

"Kaka..."

Loren bit into a pile of cockroaches.

"Crack, click, click..."

Ron and Neville bit off the licorice wands.

Even Hermione started to taste the sizzling honey candy.

Listening to the sound of eating snacks that kept ringing in his ears, Harry paused, held his breath and raised his voice: "It's amazing to think about it, my friends, we have spent so much time at Hogwarts without knowing it. It’s been three years—”

"Loren, do you want to play cards?"

Seamus came over shouting: "It's no fun to play with them. No one plays cards seriously. They just want to see me get bombed!"

Next to him was Dean, holding the Crackle and Gobstone in his hand, his loud voice easily overpowering Harry's sighs.

Loren and Ron responded:

"beat!"

"Count me in!"

"..."

Harry looked a little sad.