After that day's practice. On the way back, Hermione kept a frown on her face as she remained silent.
"Hermione, you're not still thinking about Trelawney's bullshit, are you? She's just an old liar." Ron advised her, " You know, I almost got bluffed too. But after thinking about the month worth of bad luck I made up to get excellent, I never believed her again."
He then looked over at Harry and said with enthusiasm, "I learned a thing or two from what Professor Hap did. And if you ever get splinched up again in the future, I think I can help-" He gave Harry a meaningful look.
Harry shivered, his heart did not gain much comfort.
He squeezed the Muggle coin in his hand, a heptagonal fifty pence that glowed faintly in the sunlight.
Ron stared at the coin and said, "I still have the one you gave me last year, but ... Professor Hap is quite clever to have thought of this."
Before the end of the exercise, Professor Hap asked Harry for a coin. Harry originally wanted to find a copper Knut, and accidentally found this in the corner of his pocket. After asking if there's no problem, Harry handed the silver coloured coin to the professor in order for him to cast the spell.
It was then that the professor said to him, "I can't keep an eye on your progress every day, so let's make a pact that you can't use the apparition outside the Room of Requirement until it turns into a dazzling gold colour."
Back in the common room, they saw the twins transfiguring a table.
It's a dull-eyed lion with floppy ginger fur and a face that looked like it had been punched, and Harry thought the twins must have made a reference to Hermione's pet Crookshanks.
" It still doesn't work!" Lee Jordan said in defeat as he pinched the lion's drooping ears.
"You have to compromise," Fred said, "at least it can move, can't it?"
"I don't want to go out on this thing and get laughed to death!" Lee Jordan exclaimed in trepidation.
Harry asked Seamus, who is looking on with interest, "What are they doing?"
Seamus said enthusiastically: "They want to craft a lion mount. A Gryffindor exclusive, they tried the Transfiguration spell, but unfortunately it didn't work that well ..."
Harry couldn't help but think of a little Slytherin girl who rode a big snake to show off in the corridor, although she was later detained by Professor McGonagall. But her name became well-known all at once.
Many people became secretly envious and wanted to do something similar.
"Bang!"
"I still can't figure out why Dumbledore didn't cancel the Divination class," Hermione said as she stared seriously at the lion the twins had transfigured for a while before she turned her head to Harry and Ron.
In the evening Rune tutorial, Professor Hap gave her more information -
"Because this branch of magic did work brilliantly. And also, Seer is a true gift." Felix explained.
"But, Trelawney, she-"
"I'm not sure what Dumbledore thought back then, and I've never seen a true prophecy. But Cassandra Trelawney, ... Sybill's ancestor has been solidly proven that she has the gift to Divine. And she is known as the 'one who can see the future '"
Hermione stared at Professor Hap's fingers brushed the air in front of her, and the golden smoke in midair condensed into a piece of paper with glittering words, which consisted of an autobiographical statement.
"I can see the vague shadow of a person, more hidden than a ghost - He doesn't always appear, He has no influence during most of the time. Until a certain time, a picture of the future is changed, and the future is visible to me ... I once saw a roiling black tide in a dark wizard, and two months after that, he organized a massacre ... I blame myself deeply for this, and the inner eye might be a burden ..."
Hermione stared blankly at the golden paper, which swayed lightly in midair, and she said softly, "This is ..."
"A letter sent by Cassandra Trelawney to a friend. I stumbled upon it after a hundred years." Felix said, "Cassandra did not live long, and perhaps there was a reason for that; the gift did not make her happy. A few years before her death, she moved away from her family and lived in isolation."
"So, you believe that Professor Trelawney inherited the gift from her ancestor?"
"I guess it is partially inherited, judging by how she acts on a daily basis."
Hermione sighed as she realized she didn't hate Sybill Trelawney that much anymore.
After a few quiet moments, she patted her face and regained her composure, "Professor, shall I continue practicing illumination today?"
"Yes. After all, this is the first ancient magic I intend to teach at the club. I think I should be more cautious. In all of Hogwarts, among the students, you are the only one who has mastered all the runes needed for this spell."
Hermione nodded and took a deep breath. Magic runes appeared in front of her body, and these runes, with 'light' as the core, kept piecing together and converging, as if completing a puzzle.
The light blossomed at her fingertip. A milky white light that is gentle without blinding, as Hermione carefully controlled the magic, her magic pouring out uncontrollably ...
Must not be controlled by magic, "Oh, I still can't -" A ray of light shattered in Hermione's hand, then she said with some discouragement: "I can't even use my magic a few times here, but I can obviously do it in the thinking room. "
Felix smiled: "You're learning fast, I expect you'll be able to master it almost by the end of the Easter holidays."
Hermione wiped the sweat off her face and saw the Marauders' Map on the workbench in her line of sight, and she couldn't help but ask, "Professor, did that dark wizard never show up?"
"Yes," Felix said somewhat helplessly as well, "What a rat, all we can do is wait."
After a long time, "Professor," Hermione bit her lip, her expression looked tangled, "can the Fidelius Charm be broken?"
Felix stared into her eyes, "Miss Granger ... what have you guessed again?"
"Oh, I," Hermione pursed her lips and said shakily, "Sirius Black was imprisoned in Azkaban for the crime of committing a mortifying murder, in addition to the fact that he was a loyal spy for the dark lord, he also betrayed Harry's parents!"
"And if I'm not mistaken, you have a 'but'." Felix looked at her calmly.
"But it doesn't make sense! Even if Black hated Ron's rats that much, like the Death Eaters' infighting, or had a personal grudge, he wouldn't have spared Harry. I thought of a possibility and looked up the information privately, but the Fidelius Charm cannot be broken by external forces ..."
Felix, silent for a moment, then said in a deep voice: "Miss Granger, if ... I mean, if things take an unforeseen turn, and you run into him - Sirius Black. Granger, you can trust him, especially if Harry is in danger!"
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When Hermione came out of the office, her mind remained dizzy.
Although the professor hadn't said it explicitly, the implication had been pretty clear that Sirius Black is innocent, or, at least to Harry, he's harmless.
She didn't know whether to tell Harry or not. But she didn't know the truth, and it would be pointless to say it, and she already had enough to worry about right now. As the Easter holidays approached, the professors of all subjects uncharacteristically increased their assignments, and Hermione felt like a spinning top.
The Time-Turner is used to the extreme. Even so, she inevitably skips some classes.
Hermione felt a little glad that the dueling study group had been temporarily cancelled. Harry's full attention is focused on his daily Quidditch training. So he has to discuss various tactics with Wood in between daily sessions, and homework can only be completed in odd hours.
This caused the quality of Harry's essays to drop all the way down, and he wasn't the only one who was scolded.
Harry and Draco Malfoy were called into the Transfiguration class professor's office, "Gentlemen, I know you're preparing for the Quidditch finals, but that's not a reason to make a mess of your homework." Professor McGonagall said with a stony face.
Yeah, the Quidditch finals. Harry wondered in a trance, tomorrow is the first day of Easter break, and the first Saturday after the break is a Gryffindor vs. Slytherin game.
He looked back up and stared at Draco Malfoy. He had a visible dark circle under his eyes on his pale face, and he is giving him a provocative glance. This is only a glimpse of the tension between the two Houses and the two teams, where the conflict between the Lion and the Snake has almost been laid out in plain sight in recent times.
A haze flashed in Draco's eyes; he got a lot of pressure from the team, and he is going to be used as a distraction to delay Potter's offence, which made him indignant for a while. But when he thought about the speed of the firebolt, he lost his temper.
He wrote to his family about the Firebolt, but his father refused him on a rare occasion; the thing cost more than his entire team's Nimbus 2001 combined, he wondered with disbelief, who on earth had given it to Potter?
It couldn't be one of Potter's stupid admirers.
"... never did their assignment. There are two students who are still in the hospital wing, and seven people detained..." Professor McGonagall's voice seemed to be used by both of them as a background sound for their glaring match, and it is obvious that Professor McGonagall found this too.
She said angrily, "Go ahead, I'm only going to say this once, but if you don't pull back ..." as she suffocated with anger, and after several moments of hesitation, she persisted, "I'll detain you up, yes! Before the final! I'll talk to Severus about it."
Harry hurriedly promised Professor McGonagall, and Draco's expression also softened, he squeezed a smile at Harry, and Harry also held himself back from saying something sarcastic as he shook hands with him.
After exiting the Transfiguration office, the two separated from each other, Draco grunted contemptuously and turned to leave. Harry returned to the common room just in time to hear Seamus yelling, "You call this a holiday? It's awfully close to exams!"
He went over to see what they were doing and found that they were counting the assignments left for each subject.
Dean Thomas counted on his fingers, he had been counting them for a long time: "... History of Magic, three two-foot papers; Potions class, three, one of which is three foot. Snape must be out of his mind! The title is - let's see - an appreciation and analysis of improved formulas of wolfsbane potion ..."
Dean cursed under his breath and barked, "It's not like we're taking a final exam. Why do we have to write this stuff?!" He muttered, " Something about knowing the latest developments in the field of potions ... He just wants to show off his research!"
Harry couldn't help but agree with him, as Dean continued to read, "... Transfiguration class, two essays, and dead to living transfiguration practice; Astronomy class, twelve astrological charts ..."
He heard a dry heaving next to him and turned his head to see that it is Neville, who said with a pale face, "Sorry, I'm feeling a little sick in my... stomach."
The twins came over and asked, "Would you like some Pepperup?"
Harry asked with a puzzled look on his face, "Isn't that for cold?"
Pepperup Potion is Madam Pomfrey's speciality, has an immediate effect on colds and flu. The only drawback is that after drinking this potion, smoke will keep coming out of your ears for the next few hours.
"We've made some improvements to make it live up to its name," Fred said with a smile, "and let me try it out for you." He pulled out a piece of candy and popped it into his mouth in one go, "We made it solid and easy to carry around, so you can take it in class. Well, it's a little nasty. George! Make a note that it can be changed to a fruit flavour ..."
"Roger that! Mate," George grinned as he took over the job of narration and said to a small group of little wizards, "You'll be hyperactive for the next few hours, except for the little after-effects ..."
"Whoops!"
Fred looked like he had been hit by something, a puff of white smoke came out of his ears, a loud whistle came out of his mouth, and he said in a refreshed voice: "See, it immediately relieves fatigue, a worry-free, sincere benefit for seven sickles."
Dean got interested in this, and Harry looked at the homework stacked up on the table and felt somewhat tempted. By now, many young wizards had gathered around them. They squeezed him out of the way, and after five minutes in line, he noticed that every two minutes Fred would make a whistling sound as if he is imitating a train.
He reconsidered and retreated. Then he found Ron and Hermione whose eyes were a little red, and she yawned in small gaps, he thought, Hermione needed some Pepperup candy.
She scribbled on a piece of parchment, Harry looked down twice and found it is a final revision plan.
After a while, Hermione finally finished the task at hand, and she chewed on her quill: "I should make the most out of Easter break, I've finished my assignments for History of Magic and Astronomy class-"
Ron asked in surprise: "Don't you always finish your ancient runes' homework first?"
"The professor waived my homework, saying there is no point in wasting time." Hermione said.
Ron let out a wail, "How can you do that ... I am hoping to refer your paper!"
"As a matter of fact," Hermione said with a stern face, "the top ten on the answer space list were all exempted from the assignment."
Ron's gaze turned to Harry with an expectant look in his eyes, and Harry shrank his shoulders, "I had to train for most of the holiday, and we had the advantage, but the possibility of being overturned. It's the worst possible situation - Wood went crazy at last."
"Okay, I'll write it and lend it to you when I'm done." Ron sighed.
Hermione grunted, but she didn't say anything else, she just stood up and walked out of the common room, and not long after, she came back yawning and looking even more exhausted.
Harry continued where he left off, "Speaking of which, it's a bit strange that Professor McGonagall no longer forbids me from going out ..."
Hermione jolted, and her whole body came to its senses.
"What's wrong with you, Hermione?" Harry looked at her strangely, "Do you know why?"
"No, it's something else, I can't be sure yet." Hermione said hesitantly, "When the Quidditch match is over, I have something to say to you."
...
The next morning.
Felix dressed up and went for the awarding ceremony.
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