Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 688: To make a fool of myself
Chapter 689
After dinner, they went back to the Gryffindor common room.
Albert needs to go back to the dormitory to feed the cat, and then take Tom to the common room to let Tom communicate with other cats. It is not good to be alone for a long time.
Fred, George, and Lee Jordan rarely read quietly, and the three need to prepare useful materials for their Potions class paper.
No way, Snape assigned them a moonstone paper on the first day of school, and the next potions class was due.
Albert also said that he might not be free another day, so the three people who had just finished eating had to write their papers together, so as not to waste more time and energy on it.
"The properties of moonstone and its use in medicine, I think copying these in and writing a bit larger should be enough to make up the content of twelve inches long."
Several people put together the information they found, and after looking at the length of the information, I feel that it is almost the same!
"I think it's better to find some more, we can't copy all the information we find, it's better to start with its medicinal value. I remember that the ecstasy also needs a small amount of moonstone... Uh, Hermione, is there something wrong?" Albert looked through the materials found by the three, while building the overall structure of the thesis in his head. He felt that someone came to him, so he raised his head to look at the person, and his eyes fell on the girl. On the big **** cat at his feet.
"Your cat?"
"It's called Crookshanks," said Hermione. "Bought it in Diagon Alley over the summer."
"Looks a little old and doesn't seem to have a good time before." Albert looked at Hermione's Crookshanks, reached out and took out a small package of dried fish from his pocket, trying to use food to Get closer to Crookshanks.
Meow!
Tom cat, who was squatting on the table and taking a nap, immediately became angry when he saw that Albert actually gave his ration to other cats. He rushed to Crookshanks at a speed that didn't match its size, shielded Albert behind him, and stared at the big cat in front of him with thief-proof eyes.
"I'm jealous."
Albert stretched out his hand to pick up the cat, scratched Tom's chin and said, "I didn't realize you were still protecting food before, Tom is really a careful eye!"
Hermione was also taken aback and thought the two cats would fight.
Albert reached out to rub Crookshanks, but Tom pressed his hand with a paw pad and made a vigilant sound at Crookshanks.
"Sure enough, I'm jealous, so cute!" Albert stopped teasing Tom, looked up at Hermione, and asked, "What's the matter?"
"It's about divination."
"Are you trying to say that Professor Trelawney is an old liar?" George interrupted suddenly.
"Write your paper."
Hermione was interrupted by George, so she was no longer embarrassed, and told Albert directly what she thought: "I think the divination class is confusing, there are many things that need to be guessed, this class always feels very awkward. Sure enough, Professor Trelawney even saw the omen of death in Harry's tea leaves."
"Potter still thinks the black dog is ominous?" Albert asked casually, putting Tom on the ground.
"You know?"
"I ran into him while shopping at Diagon Alley this summer, and Potter asked me about it, and I told him it was just a stray dog." Albert looked vigilantly at Crookshanks Tom said, "It seems that Potter doesn't seem to let it go and is still frightening himself."
"I also think it's a stray dog." Hermione seemed to have found some common thread, and continued: "I think Professor Trelawney is putting on a pose. Many people say she is a liar. This morning, she Harry was even predicted to die, but Professor McGonagall said that Professor Trelawney predicted the death of a freshman every term..."
"In a way, you're right," Albert said incredulously.
"I kind of want to give up this class, it's wasting my time." Hermione was very polite not to directly say that the divination class was garbage. Although it was only one class, the divination class gave Hermione a really bad sense.
Albert looked up into Hermione's eyes and asked with a smile, "Remember what Professor Trelawney said to you at the beginning?"
"She said it was the hardest class, and warned us that if we didn't have the 'Sight', she could teach us very little, and said that the textbooks were useless." Hermione recalled the divination class, What Professor Trelawney said.
"What this means is: Divination requires talent. If you don't have talent, even if you spend time on it, you can only learn a little bit, so it is said that divination is the most difficult subject in all courses." Albert directly helped Hermione translate this sentence.
"It's just that Professor Trelawney likes to say it in a mysterious tone... Well, I think you should fully understand the meaning of that sentence now." Albert looked at Hermione's stunned expression, satisfied nodded.
"Is that so?" Hermione couldn't help asking.
"Yes, in fact, there are very few wizards with divination talents, and it can even be said that they are pitiful." Albert softly reassured, "Although there is some suspicion of boasting, but at present Hogwarts school except me, I haven't found another student with a talent for divination. Even if Isabel gets excellent grades in the divination exam, he still doesn't have the talent for divination, so you don't need to be sad. If you really don't have the talent for divination, you don't want to learn some divination fields. It doesn’t matter if you just give up the knowledge.”
"So Professor Trelawney is not a liar?"
"No, she's a liar. Mysteries have always been a common problem for fortune-tellers, because predicting the future is very difficult." Albert motioned for Hermione to find a place to talk about it.
After the two found a place where no one was there, Albert continued the topic just now, "Professor Trelawney is the great-great-granddaughter of the famous prophet Cassandra Trelawney. The gift of prophecy."
"But why do you say Professor Trelawney is a liar?" Hermione asked, puzzled.
"Professor Trelawney can't use her prophetic talent, um, how to say it? It's like you have a hundred Galleons, but you can't use them. So Professor Trelawney can't be like me. Only by seeing some pictures of the future through the crystal ball will they trick the mysteries to gain the trust of others, most wizards actually don't believe in the so-called prophecies." Albert pointed out this matter directly to Hermione.
"Of course, we can learn not only divination knowledge from Professor Trelawney, but also some very practical skills."
"You mean Professor Trelawney's cryptic way of speaking?"
Hermione raised her eyebrows slightly, she felt that Albert was learning from Professor Trelawney, even though Albert's so-called prophecy was right.
"Yes, this is one of them." Albert did not deny it, "Most wizards are actually reluctant to believe in divination, even if the prophecy finally comes true. Except for a small amount of the entire magical world that can really predict the future The fortune-tellers are highly respected. Most of the fortune-tellers are considered liars, so why not make a fool of yourself? Maybe one or two people can be fooled.”
"You too? But aren't you able to predict the future?" Hermione asked suspiciously, "Why are you still making a fool of yourself?"
"I know you're still wondering if I'm a liar, don't argue, I can understand." Albert raised his hand to signal that Hermione didn't need to argue. "One day, when I really get the title of Master of Prophecy, you won't think I'm a liar, but a respected 'prophet'."
"So, you're trying to be a prophet?" Hermione raised her eyebrows slightly.
"No, I'm just trying to get you guys to accept that I'm a prophet." Abbott corrected, "Because I'm a prophet who can see part of the future."
"But...why?" Hermione didn't think Albert was a greedy person.
"Because of prophets, the weight of speech is different from that of underage wizards."
"Speaking weight?"
Hermione obviously couldn't understand the meaning of this.
"You'll understand later." Albert didn't intend to explain.
"Do you know about Hagrid?" Hermione then remembered what happened to Hagrid.
"I expected it last semester and reminded Hagrid, but he obviously didn't care." Albert said calmly.
"I thought you predicted this." Hermione raised her eyebrows slightly.
"With Hagrid's character, you can actually guess without a prediction. I just didn't expect an accident on the first day of school." Albert sighed helplessly.
"Will Hagrid be fired?" Hermione asked.
"No."
Noticing Hermione's suspicious look, Albert explained: "Professor Dumbledore will vouch for Hagrid so Hagrid won't be fired."
"Really?"
Harry and Ron happened to be out looking for Hermione when they heard Albert say that Hagrid would not be fired.
"Potter, you should have some confidence in Professor Dumbledore," Albert said in a low voice, "Of course, old Malfoy won't let it go. After they find that they can't trouble Hagrid, they will naturally find others. The object of venting."
"Other objects?" The three asked suspiciously
"The hapless hippogriff will definitely be made a scapegoat," Albert said meaningfully.
"What do you mean."
"It means that the hippogriff will be killed for wounding." Albert looked at Harry calmly and pointed out, "Of course, if you want to save it, you can Write a letter to Fudge, Minister of Magic, expressing his willingness to donate a large sum of Galleons to St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, so that Fudge will settle the matter immediately, and quickly, because the Malfoys are also not short of money, and they are finding that they have no money. After Fa got into trouble with Hagrid, he would use similar tactics to convince Fudge."
Harry was stunned by the suggestion that Albert bribed Fudge.
Honestly, Harry's impression of Fudge is actually pretty good.
"But... the hippogriff is innocent." Hermione's eyes widened in disbelief.
"The Hippogriff wounded Malfoy, and as long as Lucius was willing to donate a sum of money, the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures would be more than willing to give it a crazy title and make it lose its head." Ai Burt looked at the stunned three people and sneered, "Don't be surprised, this is politics, and politics has never had anything to do with justice."
"But...even in court..."
"The court is never a place for justice~IndoMTL.com~ People use the court to defend the law, and the law is never equal to justice." Albert mercilessly smashed the ridiculous idea in the hearts of the three , "Don't look at me like that, my family is all lawyers, I know these things from a very young age, maybe it's cruel to you now, but it's probably like this, don't take any luck, Hagrid can't Win the lawsuit."
"Hagrid's window has lights, I want to go downstairs to see him, it's still early..." Harry said suddenly, instinctively wanting to avoid this cruel fact.
"I don't know if we're allowed out." Hermione looked at Albert uneasily, with a pleading look in her eyes, hoping that Albert would go with them to see Hagrid.
"After dark, you'd better not wander around, especially you Potter, I heard that Black's target is you." Albert reminded.
"Sirius Black hasn't gotten past the Dementors and entered the school, has he?" Harry exclaimed.
"Okay then, I wish you all the best of luck, by the way, say hello to Hagrid for me, tell him not to be sad, I will find a way to help him solve the problem." Albert turned and returned to Gryffindor after speaking. In the common room, three people were left looking at each other.
(end of this chapter)