Chapter 689： Mysterious

Chapter 689: Pretending to be mysterious

 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 Tom 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. 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 writing it by themselves another day and wasting more time and energy on it.

"The properties of moonstone and its use in medicine. I think if I copy these in and write them in larger words, I should be able to make up the twelve inches of content."

A few people put together the information they found together, 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, Hermione , Is something 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 bird at the girl's feet. Enter the big **** cat.

"Your cat?"

"It's called Crookshanks," Hermione said. "I bought it in Diagon Alley during the summer vacation."

"Looks like he's a bit old. He didn't seem to have lived a good life before." Albert looked at Hermione's Crookshanks, reached out and took out a pack of dried fish from his pocket, and tried to use food to get closer to him. Crookshanks distance.

Meow!

Tom Cat, who was squatting on the table and taking a nap, suddenly became angry when he saw that Albert was actually giving his food ration to other cats. At a speed that was not suitable for its size, it suddenly rushed in front of Crookshanks, protected Albert behind him, and stared at the big cat in front of him as if he were guarding against thieves.

"Jealous."

Albert reached out 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.

"She's 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 and was no longer embarrassed. She 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 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 uncertainly.

"I kind of want to give up on this class. It's a waste of my time." Hermione was being polite by not directly saying that the Divination class was rubbish. Although it was just one lesson, the Divination class gave Hermione a really bad taste in her senses.

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 have very little to teach us, and said the textbooks were of no use." Hermione recalled what happened in 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 divination talent, even if Isobel achieves excellent results in the divination exam, still does not have the talent for divination, so you don’t have to be sad. If you really don’t have the talent for divination 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 can't 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. So, Professor Trelawney can't look through the crystal like me. Only when the ball sees some pictures of the future, will it be mysterious 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 pretense from Professor Trelawney, even though Albert's so-called prophecies were all correct.

"Yes, this is 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 pretending to be mysterious?”

"I know you still doubt whether I am a liar. No need to quibble, I understand." Albert raised his hand to indicate that Hermione didn't need to quibble. "One day, if I am truly crowned with the title of Master of Prophecy, you will not think of me as a liar, but as a respected 'prophet'."

“So, you are trying to become a prophet?” Hermione asked with a slight eyebrow raised.

"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 fortune.

“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.

 “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 vouch for 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 people asked doubtfully

“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 would 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 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, "Don't be surprised, this is politics, and politics has nothing 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. There is no need to 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 a pleading look in her 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.

 (End of this chapter)