Capítulo 530: Chapter 530: Good old fortune telling on hold
After cleaning his fingernails of toad guts, Neville went back to sleep. He was exhausted tonight.
Ivan was still studying ancient magical writing on the couch in front of the fire, while Colin did his Transfiguration homework beside him.
Harry and Ron grabbed their copies of Unmasking the Future, found a table in the corner, and set to work on their predictions for the next month, filling in numbers on the complex table of planetary trajectories.
It was already late, and the Common Room around them slowly emptied as people went to bed.
An hour later, Colin also returned. Ivan put away the parchment full of magic words and pulled out the Marauder's Map for a while.
It was full of names, and the young wizards were mostly concentrated in the Common Room and their respective dormitories. Ivan saw Fred and George in the Owl Room, and Hermione was alone in the library.
Then, he moved his eyes to other places.
Ivan had been searching for a whole week, but he could not find the name Barty Crouch Jr.
This was very strange, and he didn't know who Barty Crouch Jr. was impersonating to get into Hogwarts.
Or, perhaps, he hadn't yet snuck into Hogwarts - after all, the tournament hadn't even started yet. Perhaps, like Caresius, he had hexed his name so that it wouldn't be marked on the Marauder's Map.
Ivan couldn't be sure, but anything was possible. He thought for a while before putting the map away.
It seemed there was little hope of finding Bartemius Crouch, Jr. through the Marauder's Map, so he had to find another way.
Ivan rubbed his eyes and stood up. He stretched. He was going to wait for Hermione, who hadn't returned from the library.
Harry and Ron were also at the little table, muttering something under their breath, discussing their Divination homework.
In fact, they had made very little progress. Although the table was littered with scraps of parchment with sums and symbols, Harry's brain was as foggy as if it had been filled with the fumes from Professor Trelawney's fire.
"I have no idea what any of this is supposed to mean," he said, looking at a long list of calculations.
"I don't understand it at all!" said Ron, who had his hair standing on end from all the times he'd run his fingers through his fingers in frustration. He pointed to a planet and said, "Ivan, do you know what it means when Saturn and Mercury move to this position?"
"I don't know!" Ivan glanced at the complicated star chart and was confused.
"It's not easy, is it? We've finally found something that even Ivan doesn't know about!" said Ron, turning around to look at Harry. "Harry, in this case, I think we need to go back to the good old Divination stance."
"You mean make it all up?" Harry raised his eyebrows.
"Yes," Ron said, sweeping the jumble of scribbled notes off the table, dipping his quill in some ink and starting to write.
"Next Monday," he said as he scribbled, "I'm likely to get a cough, due to the unfortunate conjunction of Mars and Jupiter." He looked at Harry. "You know her...if you put a bunch of miseries on her, she'll swallow them."
"Fine," Harry said, crumpling up his first attempt and tossing it into the fire. "Well...come Monday, I'll be in danger of..... er... burns."
"That sounds good. I haven't done my divination homework. We can do it together," Ivan said. He quickly pulled out his Divination book and parchment and sat down next to Harry and Ron.
He also had to predict his fortune for the next month, and he didn't want to spend the weekend drinking tea and fiddling with leftover tea.
Without the gift of prophecy, he wasn't destined to make much progress in Divination. Instead of wasting time making useless predictions, it was better to solve these tasks as quickly as Harry and Ron.
Anyway, Ivan had already made up his mind to do it, and he didn't expect Professor Trelawney to give him good marks anyway.
Seeing Ivan doing it seemed to give Harry and Ron a lot of encouragement, and they both got excited.
"You may also be at risk of burns next Monday...," Ivan wrote on s parchment, "Because I have seen a flame in the teacup."
"Yes, we all will be," Ron said ominously, "Monday we'll be seeing the Scripps again. Well, on Tuesday, I... erm..."
"Lose a prized possession," said Harry, who was flipping through his book looking for ideas.
"Good idea!" said Ron, copying him. "Because of ... erm... Mercury. Ivan, you, there will be a death curse on you, because you'll be seeing Professor Trelawney again on Tuesday! As for you Harry, why don't you get stabbed in the back by someone you thought was a friend?"
"Yeah... cool..." said Harry, scribbling, "Because.... Venus is in the twelfth house."
"And on Wednesday, I think I'll come out on the losing end of a fight."
"Yes, I can have a good fight with Malfoy, but I don't want to lose to him anymore. I'll just write about losing a bet."
"I stayed in bed all day because I bet it would rain on Tuesday and I'd be sick by now."
They went on making up predictions, more and more tragic, for another hour. It was close to eleven o'clock, and only the three of them were left in the Common Room.
Crookshanks walked over to them, jumped lightly onto an empty chair, and stood looking unscrupulously at Ivan, Harry, and Ron, rather as Hermione might look if she knew they weren't doing their homework right.
This scene was really interesting. The three of them just sat there, trying to think of some kind of misfortune they hadn't used yet.
After a while, Fred and George entered the common room. They were carrying thick parchment and quills in their hands, whispering, not knowing what they were doing and looking exhausted. They said goodbye to the three of them and went back to bed.
"They must have been working on some order form for Weasleys Magical Sorceries," Ron said. "Remember, shortly after the summer vacations started, Mum burned their last order, so they have to make a new one."
"But why are they doing it behind our backs? If it was an order form, surely they would have made Lee Jordan in on the joke," Harry said doubtfully.
"Who knows!" Ron shrugged.
Ivan knew what was going on. In fact, the two of them had written to Ludo Bagman asking for the Golden Galleons they had won in the bet.
Although the Quidditch World Cup ended with an attack and a Dark Mark, they both got the outcome of the match right. The Irish team won the match and Krum caught the Golden Snitch.
That was a very rare result, and Bagman gave him high odds. That meant he now owed Fred and George a lot of money.
However, he had no intention of paying the money back at all. The twins' earlier letters went unanswered. The two decided to write a proper threat to Bagman.
"So late, why isn't Hermione back yet?"
"She must have forgotten the time in the library. If Madam Pince doesn't send her away, she won't leave."
As soon as the voice fell, the portrait hole opened and Hermione came up to the Common Room carrying a sheaf of parchment in one hand and a box whose contents rattled as she walked in the other. Crookshanks arched his back, purring.
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