Compared to the enthusiastic atmosphere of the English fans, the Irish audience was silent.
The little dwarf demons all looked dejected and miserable.
"I think they played very bravely." Seamus puffed up his cheeks. He felt that the Irish batters and chasers were the best in the world, but Allen was too strong.
Ron casually grabbed the gold coins in his pocket and let them scatter.
He tried to recall the game, trying to find something to criticize Allen.
After thinking about it, there was nothing to criticize about Allen's game.
But because of this, Ron felt even more uncomfortable.
Fortunately, there were still the gold coins!
The professors of Hogwarts would never cancel the final exam just because Allen won the Quidditch World Cup.
The weather was getting hotter and hotter, and the young wizards who were about to take the exam were getting more and more anxious. Especially the senior wizards who were about to graduate.
The exam week began, and the castle was unusually quiet. During lunch on Monday, the third-year students came out of the Transfiguration exam room. They were all tired and pale. They compared their results and complained that the exam questions were too difficult.
Hermione made a fuss about the turtle she transformed into looked like a sea turtle, which made the others angry. Because to others, there was no need to worry about it at all.
Allen had not come out yet, but he knew from Professor Fleevy's expression that he must have gotten an 'O' for this subject.
As expected, Hermione, Penello and Luna's intelligence and perception were greatly improved because of the attribute potion.
Under the premise of studying seriously, they easily dealt with the exam.
It was not only the Magic Spells class, but also the Protection and Magical Biology class, Magic Potion class, History of Magic, Astronomy … They could almost guarantee that they would get the best results in every subject.
And the young wizards who participated in the training organized by Allen were pleasantly surprised to find that the contents of the professors' examination were all reviewed in the cram school.
Therefore, although their results were not as good as Hermione and the others who took the attribute potion, they were far better than the other young wizards who did not participate in the training.
After Hermione finished all the exams, she thought that she could relax, but she received a notice that she had to take the divination exam.
This greatly alarmed her. Although she didn't like divination classes, she hoped that she could excel in every subject.
Especially when she accidentally found out that Penello actually scored an O in all the N.E.W. Ts tests.
She could not tolerate the fact that she would not be able to perform well in one of her subjects, or even fail.
"She doesn't like me!" Hermione anxiously flipped through "Through the Fog to See the Future", carefully memorizing the chapter about the crystal ball.
"I've never seen anything in the crystal ball!" Hermione scratched her long hair in distress.
When Hermione stepped on the spiral staircase, her mind was filled with knowledge about the crystal ball.
Hermione felt that if she fabricated a disaster herself, the more tragic the better, she might be able to get a high score.
But she didn't want to compromise, say something against her will, and be a hypocrite.
"Hermione? Granger! "That familiar, dreamy voice came from above her.
Hermione calmed herself down, her gaze was firm as she walked up. That back, it seemed like she was facing death with equanimity.
The room at the top of the tower was hotter than ever before, the curtains were drawn, there was a fire in the fireplace, the usual smoky smell was very choking, Hermione couldn't help but cover her nose.
She nimbly bypassed the messy tables and chairs, and walked towards Professor Trelawney who was sitting in front of a large crystal ball.
"Hello, Granger," she said softly, "Please look at this crystal ball ….. slowly ….. then tell me what you see ….."
"Although I don't see a halo above your head, but you can try," Professor Trelawney lightly glanced at Hermione, suddenly pursed her lips, and didn't say anything.
Hermione leaned over to look at the crystal ball, staring at it with all her might, the white fog was swirling, faintly discernible.
Hermione widened her eyes, she seemed to really see some patterns, shadows. She couldn't help but lean over, wanting to see more clearly …..
Vaguely, it seemed like two people were hugging each other, quickly spinning, jumping …..
"How is it?" Professor Trelawney gently asked, "What do you see?"
"I see two people, uh-" Hermione stared at the crystal ball without blinking, and said seriously, "They seem to be dancing!"
"Dancing? Are you sure? "Professor Trelawney asked," Are you sure, child? "
"Yes, they are dancing." Hermione firmly replied, she believed in her own judgment.
Professor Trelawney once again stared at Hermione's head, she simply stood up, and looked at Hermione's crystal ball.
She reached out her hands, adjusted the crystal ball's direction, and then carefully looked at it.
After a long time, she looked at Hermione, her expression was extremely complicated.
"I want to apologize to you, child, for my previous arbitrary judgment. To be able to see it in such a short time, it's really not bad. " After pondering for a bit, she continued, "Right now, I see your halo, you have the gift of divination, don't waste it."
Hermione couldn't believe her ears, what did she just hear? Not only did Professor Trelawney not say she was talking nonsense, she actually said she had a halo?
She suddenly raised her head, wanting to see Professor Trelawney's expression.
Professor Trelawney was marking points behind her name, Hermione keenly saw it, she drew a circle — — it's an O!
Hermione relaxed.
Hermione sighed in relief, stood up, respectfully bowed, picked up her bag and was about to leave when she heard a loud, ear-piercing voice behind her.
"Almost there!"
Hermione quickly turned around, only to see Professor Trelawney sitting straight on the armchair, her eyes lost, her mouth wide open.
A thought flashed through her mind, Hermione covered her mouth, afraid to disturb Professor Trelawney.
Professor Trelawney's eyes began to move wildly.
At this time, Professor Trelawney spoke again, it was still that ear-piercing voice, very different from her usual voice.
"The Dark Lord lies there alone, friendless, abandoned by his subordinates, his servant chained for twelve years … … This servant will break free from the chains and go to meet his master. The Dark Lord will return with the help of his servant, stronger than before, more terrifying. "
Professor Trelawney's head dropped to her chest, letting out a kind of muffled sound. Then, very suddenly, she raised her head again.
"I'm sorry, dear child," she said absentmindedly, "It's too hot, you know … … I took a nap … …"
Hermione looked at her in horror.
"Is there something wrong, dear?"
"You — — you just said to me that The Dark Lord will return … … his servant will return to his side … …"
Professor Trelawney looked very shocked.
"The Dark Lord? The one whose name can't even be mentioned? My dear child, that's no joke … … return, oh my god — "
"But that's what you just said! You said that The Dark Lord — "
"I think you must have fallen asleep, dear!" Professor Trelawney said, "I certainly can't predict something so outrageous!"
Hermione climbed down the ladder and spiral staircase in a daze, she felt that she might have just heard Professor Trelawney say a real prophecy.
If it was true … …
Hermione's heart couldn't help but sink. The joy of getting an O in Divination class had already been thrown out of her mind.
If the rise of The Dark Lord was destined, then, as insignificant as she, what could she do?
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