Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 545: Omen

Chapter 546 Omen

"Did you offend Snape again?"

Lee Jordan stuffed the book into his bag and couldn't help complaining to Albert, "Why does he always like to run behind and stare at you during class."

Being watched from behind by Snape is not a good experience.

Today's potion had turned into a strange-smelling, unknown liquid, and he received a lot of taunts from Snape, earning him a T.

"Who knows!"

Albert slumped the backpack over his shoulders, glanced up at Snape at the podium table, and said indifferently: "Anyway, no matter what he looks at, it doesn't matter to me, I can let him stare if I want. Just stare, when Snape gets tired of staring, he'll give up on his own."

Since the last love agent incident, Snape seems to have decided that it had something to do with Albert.

In every Potions class, the Potions professor takes special care of him, as if trying to see something out of him.

Unfortunately, Albert's Occlumency is very high, and even if Snape stared out his eyes, he wouldn't be able to get any useful information.

Albert was very calm about Snape, who had deliberately made trouble for himself.

What's more, Snape doesn't have any real evidence.

Although he doesn't need evidence either.

Lee Jordan, his partner, would not have been calm without him, and simply couldn't bear the harassment of Snape's gaze.

"We'll have Quidditch training later, so let's go first." Fred and George sighed and complained, "Recently, Wood is like a training freak, saying that since broomsticks can't work, then Make up for it with technology.”

"In the beginning, did you expect this kind of thing to happen, so you didn't want to become a full member?" Looking at the Weasley brothers who left in a hurry, Lee Jordan asked Albert.

"Actually, I hate training." Albert did not deny that he did not hate flying, but he hated training rain or shine, and joining a Quidditch team was obviously not a good choice.

"It's going to be hard for Gryffindor to win the Quidditch trophy this year." Lee Jordan took two quick steps, walking down the corridor alongside Albert. "Slytherin's new broom is really fast."

"It doesn't matter, we won the Quidditch Championship last year anyway." Albert knew that this year's Quidditch match would be abandoned because of the Basilisk.

"Aren't we going to the library together?"

"No, I still have an appointment, see you tonight."

"Really." Lee Jordan walked towards the fifth floor alone, greeted Shanna not far away, and was about to invite him to the library to do homework.

Right now, Fred and George can't count on them. Those two **** are not focused on their studies. They always need to learn from his homework. Albert has been missing recently, so he probably went on a date with his girlfriend.

Lee Jordan really guessed right, Albert did go on a date.

Just as he passed the corridor on the second floor, Albert suddenly stopped, preparing to switch to another secret passage to the eighth floor.

Albert always needs to be extra careful when alone and avoids the girls' bathroom on the second floor.

No way, although the first attack was on Halloween, and the unfortunate one who was attacked was Filch's cat, but Albert, as the most famous Muggle wizard in the school, was really suitable to be used by Voldemort to operate, or You should take precautions, lest one day you will accidentally suffer.

"Be careful with your dog's life is king." Albert murmured.

"Albert."

Suddenly, Albert heard someone calling him.

Hermione Granger trots hastily this way, followed by a reluctant Ron Weasley.

"Anything?"

Albert stopped and turned to ask.

"Well, there's something, I think..." Hermione came to Albert's side panting.

"Don't say it here, you really have no sense of confidentiality." Albert interrupted rather speechlessly.

The trio came to a place where no one was there, and Hermione couldn't wait to talk about Harry immediately.

It turns out that Potter the Savior has occasionally heard a voice since he went to Lockhart's confinement, and neither she nor Ron could hear it.

In the wizarding world, it's definitely not a good thing to hear voices that others can't hear.

"Have you spoken to Professor McGonagall about this?" Albert asked.

"Professor McGonagall would have thought Harry was joking with her," Hermione whispered. "Probably thought Harry was just trying to get everyone's attention."

She came to Albert, more because Albert had said before the start of school that the news that the house-elf sent to Harry was very likely to be true, that something terrible was about to happen in the school, And Harry heard a voice that others didn't hear, and it was probably some kind of omen.

Well, Hermione really guessed it.

"This matter is indeed worthy of attention." Albert nodded. "Next time Harry hears the voice again, let him record the content of the voice so that I can analyze it."

"Can you... give us a divination." Ron looked at Albert and said, this is the main purpose they came to Albert. When everyone said that Albert's divination was accurate, he I've long wanted to see it with my own eyes.

"Okay, just this time, next time I'll be charged." Albert raised his eyebrows and said to the two, "Come with me!"

Albert brought Ron and Hermione back to his dormitory, took out the crystal ball from the cabinet and put it on the table, looked at the two who were looking at the room and asked, "What do you want to predict?"

"Something terrible is going to happen at Hogwarts," Hermione said first.

"I see."

Albert closed his eyes, put his hand on the crystal ball, and began to prophesy.

Ron and Hermione both stared at the crystal ball, seemingly curious about what they would see.

The crystal ball changed, and they seemed to see an open book with what seemed to be written on the pages.

The prophecy will soon end.

Hermione and Ron stared blankly at the reverted crystal ball.

"What does that mean?" Ron asked, puzzled.

"The Chamber of Secrets." Hermione whispered.

"My ability to predict is not very strong, at most I can only predict to this extent." Albert said calmly, "The horrible things the house elf said should refer to the legend of the secret room."

The two looked at Albert, hoping to get some answers from him.

"It is said that Slytherin has a secret room, and only the heir can open the secret room." Albert said, "It is said that the secret room contains a horrible thing that can purify the school."

"Scary stuff?" Hermione immediately grabbed the key word ~IndoMTL.com~what spooky stuff. "

"I don't know." Albert shook his head, "No one found the secret room."

"Can you..."

"One hundred Galleons." Albert interrupted suddenly, "If you want me to continue the prophecy, the price is one hundred Galleons."

"It's not expensive."

Glancing at the stunned Ron, Albert reminded kindly, "Also, I don't recommend that you continue to prophesy. The content of this prophecy is so little that it can explain the problem, even if you let me It is very difficult to predict where the entrance to the secret room is and what the monsters are in the secret room, because the prediction can only allow us to see some fragments of what will happen in the future."

"Are all fortune-tellers so profitable?" Ron couldn't help swallowing. Albert's mouth was a hundred Galleons, and he really stunned him.

"The true master of prophecy does make a lot of money."

(End of this chapter)