Rolf didn't see Cassandra's portrait, but he got a prophecy, which was a worthwhile trip... Although he still can't understand the prophecy yet.
Well, to be more precise, he didn't understand it at all.
However, prophecies are often like this. They never speak human words properly, as if they are afraid that others will understand them. It is like an old Chinese medicine doctor's prescription. One day you understand it, you will feel that it is false.
After finishing the divination test, Rove quickly walked out of the north tower and met Shirley and Hermione who were waiting for him.
The two girls had just finished taking the arithmetic test and were now standing in the corridor, tilting their heads together and looking at their respective answers.
Luo Fu walked over and asked with a smile: "How did you two do in the exam?"
"Not so good, I failed in Arithmancy." Hermione sighed distractedly:
"I made at least one mistake in writing the number table. Shirley's answer was correct... Alas, I clearly reviewed similar expressions in "Numerical Science and Grammar" before the exam..."
The little girl sighed, looking pitiful and wanting to cry without tears.
Luo Fu comforted him: "It's okay, you just need to do well in other subjects."
"But I didn't do well in other subjects...my Defense Against the Dark Arts practical class...was a mess." Hermione wrung her hands together and said with a frown:
"I thought my Transfiguration test was pretty good at the time, but now that I think about it...it's also pretty bad."
Rolf leaned back slightly, looked at Hermione with squinted eyes, and said, "You'd better say it yourself."
"It's just me." Hermione said dejectedly, "I seem to be failing every subject, what should I do?"
"You? Failed?!" Luofu said speechlessly: 锸
"Then let's make a bet on your score in this final exam."
"If you pass, even if you lose, you will do whatever I want you to do.
On the other hand, as long as I fail one class, I will be considered a loser and I will work as a bull for you for a week. How about that? It’s fair, right?"
Hermione bit her lip, thought for a long time, and finally shook her head and said:
"I won't bet on you. I thought about it and I feel like I did pretty well in the exam."
"It's not bad?!" Luofu laughed angrily after hearing this extreme statement from Versailles:
"Hermione, you'd better be "okay". If when the results come out, you will be the first in your grade instead of failing every subject... Just wait and see!"
Hermione made a face at Rolf, then hid behind the ponytail girl, held her arm, and said with a coquettish smile:
"Shirley, look, he's threatening me! Let's deal with him together."
Shirley smiled brightly and asked softly: "Rolph, how did your fortune-telling test go?"
"Of course it's a perfect score. I still have some talent in divination." Luo Fe boasted.
He then talked about what happened in the divination classroom and mentioned the prophecy left by Cassandra.
Shirley thought for a moment and said doubtfully:
"I don't understand the first sentence, "When the sun rises in the west and sets in the east"...will the sun rise in the west?"
"On Venus, the sun rises from the west." Hermione, a know-it-all, explained: "If it were on Earth..."
"When flying from east to west in high latitudes, if the plane's speed is faster than the linear speed of the local Earth's surface rotation, you can briefly see the sun rising from the west."
"What you said is so unmagical." Rolf shook his head, "Cassandra was a wizard from a thousand years ago, how could she possibly know this."
"Then I don't know." Hermione frowned: "The dead will be resurrected, and the old devil will return again...Does it mean that the Dark Lord will be resurrected?"
But Rolf thought of Helena. If he resurrected Helena according to Cassandra's prophecy, it would be regarded as the resurrection of the dead.
As for the Old Devil... Grindelwald is also considered the Old Devil, right?
"Lions and snakes, eagles and badgers are all credible...but didn't you say that Slytherin killed Ravenclaw?" Shirley asked in a low voice.
"Well, that's what's weird about me too." Rolf sighed softly. Slytherin who killed Ravenclaw couldn't be trusted, right?
Not to mention, the basilisk is most likely his Horcrux.
"Could this sentence mean that the four colleges are united and can be trusted?" Hermione guessed.
"It seems reasonable to say so." Luo Fu pondered.
He had never thought about this angle, but the pattern seemed to open up all of a sudden.
The three people discussed it for a while, but failed to come up with a convincing result, so they gave up the topic and continued to enjoy their leisure time after the exam.
On the last day before the holiday, the students’ results came out.
Hermione, who kept saying that she failed, was actually ranked first again. Even Shirley, who came in second, was far behind Hermione in total points.
Hermione's behavior in Versailles is really heartbreaking.
Rove's grades fell directly behind him. Of course, this was not his problem, but Snape's.
Who asked him to give Rove a super low score?
Snape finally gave him a nod and did not directly give zero points, but this may also be the result of Dumbledore's intervention.
But it doesn't matter, Hufflepuff House has entered carnival mode to celebrate their third consecutive House Cup win.
The main reason for winning the championship this time was that the Hufflepuff team won the Quidditch Cup and added a lot of points in the end.
At the final dinner, the Great Hall was also decorated with Hufflepuff's black and gold curtains, and a dancing honey badger appeared on the magic ceiling.
When the dinner was about to end, Dumbledore stood up. He looked at all the students and smiled:
"Another year has come to an end, and this year is destined to be different.
There were no deaths in Hogwarts. All the teachers and students were sitting here neatly, no more and no less.
Let us raise a toast to celebrate this wonderful moment!"
Everyone burst into laughter, clapped vigorously, and then raised the cups in front of them.
Dumbledore waited for everyone to calm down and then continued:
"Of course, there is another regrettable thing, that is, our Professor Black has submitted his resignation letter to me."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Although I am very reluctant to let him go, but out of consideration for his life safety, I still have to agree to this request."
"No need to be sad, everyone." Dumbledore smiled and said, "Parting is for a better encounter. Let us raise our glasses again and bless Professor Black."
Sirius stood up, bowed slightly to everyone, then picked up the wine glass in front of him and drank it all in one gulp.
The entire auditorium became noisy again, and many students were surprised by this sudden news.
"I wonder who the school will arrange to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts next semester?" Neville said gloomily.
"Maybe a werewolf," McMillan said jokingly.
Luofu's eyes flickered, and he suddenly thought of Barty Crouch Jr.
In the original time and space, Peter Pettigrew met Bertha Jorkins who was visiting relatives in Albania and captured her to the Dark Lord.
After being tortured by Voldemort, he learned from Bertha that Barty Crouch Jr. was still alive.
This is an extremely coincidental thing.
But now that Peter is dead, it is impossible for Voldemort to know the news about Barty Crouch Jr. Barty Crouch Jr. should not be able to come to Hogwarts, right?!
Will we be able to have a rare and stable semester in the second half of the year?
...
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The next day, all students boarded the Hogwarts Express and headed to King's Cross Station.
Sitting in the carriage, Rolf, Shirley and Hermione were chatting about their plans for the summer vacation.
"Rolf, what about you? Are you going back to the United States this year?" Hermione asked.
"I'm not going back." Rolf shook his head and said, "Dumbledore and I are going to Austria during the summer vacation to meet an old friend of his."
Rolf doesn't know either.
Who is that old friend? But looking at Dumbledore, he looked very excited, as if he was going on a blind date.
"How long will it take to come back?" Shirley asked softly.
"I'm not sure about this either." Rolf shook his head and said, "But it will definitely be in time for the Quidditch World Cup."
"Would you like to come too?" Luofu invited, "I'll ask Fudge for more tickets later."
"Yeah!" Hermione nodded excitedly: "My parents are very interested in Quidditch, they should be willing to go to the game."
"I have to go back to the monastery first." Shirley said with a frown, "but it may be difficult to come out this summer vacation."
"Why?" Hermione asked.
"The year before last and last summer, I sneaked out." Shirley sighed slightly:
"This year, the nuns will definitely keep a close eye on me and won't let me be left alone."
The use of magic is not allowed outside the school, and if Shirley is strictly supervised and even the room where she sleeps at night is locked, it will be really difficult for her to leave the convent.
"It's okay. When I come back from Austria, I'll pick you up in person at your monastery." Rolf blinked and said, "Give me your address."
"You're going to the monastery?" Shirley's eyes widened.
"What?" Luofu held the back of his head with his hands, leaned back in his chair, and said with a smile, "Don't you welcome me to visit the place where you grew up?"
"No...just..."
Shirley bit her lip.
She quickly took out her quill, took the boy's hand, and quickly wrote an address on it.
The girl with the ponytail raised her bright and charming face, looked at Luo Fu, smiled sweetly, and said expectantly: