After dinner, they returned to the Gryffindor common room.
Albert needs to go back to the dormitory to feed the cat first, and then take Tom to the common room to let him interact with other cats. It is not good for a cat to be alone for too long.
Fred, George and Lee Jordan rarely had time to read quietly. The three of them needed to prepare useful materials for their Potions paper.
There was no other way, so Snape assigned them a moonstone paper on the first day of school, and it was due in the next Potions class.
Albert also said that he might not be free another day, so the three people who had just finished eating had to write the paper together to avoid wasting more time and energy on writing it themselves another day.
"The properties of moonstone and its use in medicine. I think if I copy these and write them in larger words, I should be able to make up the twelve inches of content."
Several people put together the information they found, and after looking at the length of the information, they felt it was almost the same!
"I think it's best to find some more. We can't copy all the information we find. It's best to start with its medicinal value. I remember that the love potion also requires a small amount of moonstone... Uh, He
Min, are you okay?" Albert was looking through the information found by the three of them and constructing the overall structure of the paper in his mind. When he felt someone walking next to him, he raised his head to look at the person, and his eyes fell on the girl's feet.
Enter a big ginger cat.
"Your cat?"
"It's called Crookshanks." Hermione said, "I bought it in Diagon Alley during the summer vacation."
"Looks like he's getting a little older. He didn't seem to have lived a good life before." Albert looked at Hermione's Crookshanks, reached into his pocket and took out a pack of dried fish, trying to use food to get closer to him.
Crookshanks distance.
Meow!
Tom Cat, who was squatting on the table and taking a nap, immediately became angry when he saw that Albert was actually giving his food ration to other cats. He suddenly rushed in front of Crookshanks at a speed that was not suitable for his size.
Protecting Albert behind him, he stared at the big cat in front of him as if he were guarding against thieves.
"Jealous."
Albert stretched out his hand to pick up the cat, scratched Tom's chin and said, "I never noticed that you were protecting the food before. Tom is really cautious!"
Hermione was also startled and thought the two cats were going to fight.
Albert reached out to touch Crookshanks, but Tom held his hand down with his paw pads and made warning noises at Crookshanks.
"I'm really jealous, how cute!" Albert stopped teasing Tom, looked up at Hermione, and asked, "What's the matter?"
"It's about the divination class."
"Are you trying to say that Professor Trelawney is an old liar?" George suddenly interrupted.
"Write your paper."
Hermione was interrupted by George, so she didn't feel embarrassed anymore and told Albert her thoughts directly: "I think the Divination class is confusing. There are many places where you need to guess. This class always feels very unreliable.
Professor Trelawney even saw omens of death in Harry's tea leaves."
"Potter still thinks that black dog is ominous?" Albert put Tom down on the ground and asked casually.
"you know?"
"This summer, I met him while shopping in Diagon Alley. Potter asked me about it, and I told him that it was just a stray dog." Albert said, looking at Tom who was watching Crookshanks warily.
, "It seems that Potter is not relieved and is still scaring himself."
"I also think it's a stray dog." Hermione seemed to have found some common topics and continued: "I think Professor Trelawney is pretending. Many people say she is a liar. This morning, she even predicted haha
Leigh will die, but Professor McGonagall said that Professor Trelawney predicts that a new student will die every semester..."
"To a certain extent, you are right." Albert said unsurely.
"I kind of want to give up this class, it's a waste of my time." Hermione was being very polite by not directly saying that the Divination class was rubbish. Although it was only one class, the Divination class really made Hermione's senses feel better.
very bad.
Albert looked up into Hermione's eyes and asked with a smile, "Do you remember what Professor Trelawney told you at the beginning?"
"She said this was the most difficult course, and warned us that if we didn't have 'sight', she would be able to teach us very little, and said the textbooks were of no use." Hermione recalled what Trelaw said during the Divination class.
What Professor Ni 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. That's why divination is the most difficult subject in all courses." Albert
I directly translated this sentence for Hermione.
"It's just that Professor Trelawney likes to say it in a mysterious and mysterious tone... Well, I think you should fully understand the meaning of that sentence now." Albert looked at Hermione's stunned expression and nodded with satisfaction.
"Is this really the case?" Hermione couldn't help but ask.
"Yes, in fact, there are very few wizards with divination talents, and it can even be said that they are very few." Albert comforted softly, "Although there is some suspicion of boasting, except for me, Hogwarts School has not found any for the time being.
Another student with a divination talent, even if Isobel achieved excellent results in the divination exam, still does not have a divination talent, so you don’t have to be sad. If you really don’t have a divination talent and don’t want to learn some knowledge in the field of divination,
It doesn’t matter if you just give up.”
"So Professor Trelawney is not a liar?"
"No, she is a liar. Pretending to be mysterious has always been a common problem among diviners, because it is very difficult to predict the future." Albert motioned to Hermione to find a place where no one was around to talk about this matter.
After the two found a deserted place, Albert continued the topic, "Professor Trelawney is the great-great-granddaughter of the famous prophet Cassandra Trelawney. She actually has the gift of prophecy.
.”
"But why do you say Professor Trelawney is a liar?" Hermione asked in confusion.
"Professor Trelawney cannot use her gift of prophecy. Well, how should I put it? It's like you have a hundred galleons, but you can't use it. Therefore, Professor Trelawney cannot see through the crystal like me.
Only when the ball sees some pictures of the future, will it play tricks to gain the trust of others. Most wizards actually do not believe in so-called prophecies." Albert pointed out this matter directly to Hermione.
"Of course, what we can learn from Professor Trelawney is not only divination knowledge, but also some very practical skills."
"You mean Professor Trelawney's mysterious way of speaking?"
Hermione raised her eyebrows slightly. She felt that Albert learned his pretentiousness from Professor Trelawney, even though all of Albert's so-called prophecies came true.
"Yes, this can be considered one of them." Albert did not deny it. "Most wizards are actually unwilling to believe in divination, even if the prophecy finally comes true. In the entire magic world, there are only a few master prophecies who can truly predict the future.
In addition to being highly respected, most fortune tellers are considered liars, so why not try to be mysterious? Maybe you can fool one or two people."
"You too? But can't you predict the future?" Hermione asked doubtfully, "Why are you still trying to be mysterious?"
"I know you are still doubting whether I am a liar. No need to quibble, I understand." Albert raised his hand to indicate that Hermione did not need to quibble. "One day, if I am really crowned with the title of Master of Prophecy, you won't
People will think that I am a liar, but a respected 'prophet'."
"So, you are trying to become a prophet?" Hermione raised her eyebrows slightly.
"No, I'm just trying to get you to accept that I am a prophet." Albert corrected, "Because I can be regarded as a prophet because I can peek into part of the future."
"But... why?" Hermione didn't think Albert was a person who was greedy for fame and wealth.
"Because the weight of a prophet's words is different from that of an underage wizard."
"Speaking weight?"
Hermione obviously couldn't understand the meaning of this statement.
"You will understand later." Albert did not intend to explain.
"Do you know what happened to 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 would say you predicted this." Hermione raised her eyebrows slightly.
"With Hagrid's character, I can actually guess it without prophecy. I just didn't expect something to happen on the first day of school." Albert sighed helplessly.
"Will Hagrid be expelled?" Hermione asked.
"Won't."
Noticing Hermione's confused look, Albert explained: "Professor Dumbledore will guarantee Hagrid, so Hagrid will not be expelled."
"real?"
Harry and Ron happened to come out to find Hermione and heard Albert say that Hagrid would not be expelled.
"Potter, you should have some confidence in Professor Dumbledore," Albert said in a low voice. "Of course, Old Malfoy will not give up. After they find that they can't trouble Hagrid, they will naturally find other targets to vent their anger on.
.”
"Other objects?" the three asked in confusion.
"That unfortunate Hippogriff will definitely be used as a scapegoat." Albert said meaningfully.
"What's the meaning."
"It means that the Hippogriff will be killed for wounding." Albert looked at Harry calmly and reminded, "Of course, if you want to save it, you can give it to the Minister of Magic
Fudge wrote a letter, expressing his willingness to donate a large sum of galleons to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies, asking Fudge to settle the matter immediately, and quickly, because the Malfoy family was also not short of money.
After getting into trouble with Fudge, he will also use similar means to persuade Fudge."
Harry was stunned by Albert's suggestion that he bribed Fudge.
To be honest, Harry's impression of Fudge was actually quite good.
"But... the Hippogriff is innocent." Hermione's eyes widened in disbelief.
"The Hippogriff injured Malfoy. As long as Lucius is willing to donate a sum of money, the Dangerous Creatures Disposal Committee is willing to give it a crazy title and make it lose its head." Albert read. Looking at the stunned three people, he sneered and said, "Don't be surprised, this is politics. Politics has never had anything to do with justice."
"But...even if it goes to court..."
"The court has never been a place for justice. People use the court to defend the law, but the law never equals justice." Albert ruthlessly crushed the ridiculous thoughts in the minds of the three people, "Don't look at me like this, My family members are all lawyers, and I have known about these things since I was very young. It may be cruel to you now, but this is probably the situation. Don’t hold on to any luck, Hagrid cannot win the lawsuit."
"There is a light in Hagrid's window. 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 are allowed out." Hermione looked at Albert uneasily, with pleading eyes, hoping that Albert could go with them to visit 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 yet, has he?" Harry said loudly.
"Well, I wish you good luck. Say hello to Hagrid for me and tell him not to be sad. I will find a way to help him solve the problem." After finishing speaking, Albert turned and returned to the Gryffindor common room. , leaving three people looking at each other.