HP Magic Biography

In fact, Fan Lin's divination class should really be given up directly like Hermione.

Especially when staring at the crystal ball, Fan Lin couldn't see any future, instead he kept analyzing the structure of the crystal ball.

This looks like a trance, and in fact, it is.

Fan Lin didn't hear what Professor Trauni said earlier.

To be honest, in the past, Fan Lin could make up a bad prophecy homework based on the contents of the prophecy book, but now, Fan Lin can only do the same as Harry...

Predict your own death? The more miserable the death, the better...

This has always been a repertoire of divination classes.

Everyone knows that Troney likes to watch this, so although the results of Harry and Ron's divination class are not very good, they can indeed be seen in the past.

Or, try through alchemy?

Fan Lin was taken aback for a moment, this thought was a bit scary.

He remembered the attack he suffered at Nicolas that day, and the entire alchemy basin exploded.

What does this portend, what kind of things will he provoke in the future?

The weather is still a bit bad and slightly hot, which makes Fan Lin feel a little uncomfortable, if you can make Harry and Ron sit farther away.

In the words of the two, Fan Lin is simply a self-propelled cooling device in human form.

Is he... a public refrigerator?

If possible, Fan Lin would be happy to use magic power to cleanse Harry thoroughly, but since the spell failed that day, Fan Lin knew that he could no longer use magic power.

He was afraid that Moody would notice this, and that, if he was using magic or something, his recovery would be delayed a lot.

This is bad.

Fan Lin once thought that Moody was played by a vampire, but judging by the interest he showed, it didn't seem like a vampire would do it at all.

Promise Fan Lin to teach students how to fight vampires?

If you say a vampire,

Absolutely not interested in such a thing.

Or pure imitation of Moody?

This Defense Against the Dark Arts professor looked more like a Death Eater, wary of Fan Lin, and interested in Harry?

Fan Lin would never believe that these vampires were loyal to Voldemort as soon as they joined Voldemort's camp.

Trevor has also stated that they are only cooperating with Voldemort. Although this seems unrealistic, this is what their leader thinks.

Up until now, Fan Lin hadn't figured out what it was about Voldemort that could attract these vampires.

A tremendous strength?

This is a ridiculous statement. Voldemort barely has a body now. Even if he has a body again, there are still many people who can compete with him head-on.

Voldemort's reliance is nothing more than his own magic power and a way to avoid death.

But these vampires obviously don't need these.

As long as there is blood to feed and strength to be replenished, it is not difficult to sleep for a thousand years.

Maybe Trevor is an old ghost who has been around for hundreds of years. The person who can become the leader of vampires must be one of the best in the group, and...and...

Who knows what's up with these vampires?

They have been hiding for a long time, and there are very few vampires who occasionally show up in Albania or some dark wizard gathering places.

Long lifespan determines their eccentricity.

Fan Lin has always wanted to find out the purpose of these vampires, but Fan Lin found that there was nothing in Voldemort that could attract these vampires.

It feels bad, completely lost.

In Fan Lin's view, after losing Peter Pettigrew, Voldemort's return will be delayed for a while, but Fan Lin never thought that Voldemort's action would be so fast.

Something unexpected.

The only thing Fan Lin can think of right now is Nicolas.

In Nicolas May's collection room, the vampire's ring, and the golden compass made by Nicolas May.

What exactly do these vampires need to do?

The golden compass is a powerful sealing tool, but what do vampires use it for?

Seal yourself up?

Well, that's a little unrealistic.

So, what exactly is this?

Fan Lin's eyes were fixed on the crystal ball, he hoped he could see something, but soon he gave up.

This is impractical, my soul is too rational, in the words of Professor Traunie...

You have a young body, but I feel that your soul is as dry as an old woman in her eighties...

Hermione didn't throw the crystal ball on Professor Troney's face, and it was really Professor Troney's fate.

What if it was changed to Fan Lin?

Don't stare at the crystal ball, it's useless at all, maybe we should think about how to deal with this damn astronomy homework, just like the damn prophecy, why it's Professor Troyne.

Ron spread his hands helplessly, Accept fate, brother, the soul of an old man in his eighties...

After speaking, Ron buried his head again.

Fan Lin shook his head, homework must be completed, although other...

Time is turning minute by minute...

What this thing means, I have no idea. Harry said, staring at a long list of data.

You know, said Ron, his hair all on one side because he'd been running his hands through it in his confusion, I guess it's time to do the old trick from last year.

What, making it up? That's right, said Ron, sweeping away the messy notes on the table, dipping his pen into the ink, and started writing.

Next Monday, he wrote, I might have a cough due to the bad luck of the Mars-Jupiter conjunction. He looked up at Harry, you know—just tell a bunch of painful things and she'll take it of.

Yeah, said Harry, crumpling up his previous endeavor and tossing it over the heads of a group of gossiping first years into the fire.

Well... on Monday, I'm in danger of - um - being burned.

Yeah, you're going to do that, said Ron grimly. We're going to see snails again on Monday, well, on Tuesday, I'll be...um...

I lost a precious thing. Harry flipped through Pull the Fog of the Future to find inspiration.

Good idea, said Ron, writing this, because of Mercury, why don't you write about getting stabbed in the back by someone you thought was a friend?

Yeah...that's right... said Harry, hastily jotting it down as, because... Venus is in the twelfth house.

Wednesday, I thought, I'm going to lose the fight.

Ah, I'm going to fight someone else, and by the way, I lose the bet.

By the way, let's say you bet, I will win the fight...

………………

This... This seems to be the only way, which is really bad. Maybe if he studies astrology, he can take Muggle courses, at least that is much more reliable than Professor Lawney.

Who knows when Professor Trauni will enter the state of prophecy.

They continued to make up their homework for an hour (which became tragic) as everyone around them went back to sleep, the hall slowly emptied, and Crookshanks strolled up to them and sat gently in an empty seat, she Looking at a few people, the expression was incomprehensible, as if she knew that they hadn't done their homework well.

Harry looked around the room, trying to find another misfortune he hadn't used.

Fan Lin was flipping through the book, it seemed that this was really difficult for him, Harry had never seen Fan Lin worry about homework.

He saw Fred and George sitting together against the opposite wall, head to head, with a quill outside. They were concentrating on studying a small piece of brown paper. It was strange that Fred and George would hide in a corner and bury their heads. study? They were usually in the center, in the noisy focus of attention, and the way they studied the note was a little surreptitious.

Harry remembered how they used to sit together and scribble bad things on a piece of paper, what he'd thought was another command formula for wizard jokes, but this time it didn't look like it, and if that was the case, they would To play tricks on Lee Jordan, he wondered if it had something to do with participating in the Three Witches Fighting Competition.

As Harry watched, George shook his head at Fred, wrote something with his quill, and spoke in a low voice, though very low, that could be heard in the almost empty room.

Don't—that would look like we're condemning him, be careful...

George looked around and saw Harry watching him. Harry grinned and hurried on with his prophecy—he didn't want George to think he was eavesdropping. A short while later the twins rolled up their brown paper and said I said good night and climbed into bed.

About 10 minutes after Fred and George left, the hole behind the portrait opened, and Hermione crawled into the big room with a stack of brown paper in one hand and a box in the other, the contents of which rattled as she moved.

Crookshanks arched his back and let out little meows of delight.

Fan Lin also wanted to make a couple of sighting calls~

Well, the idea is too dangerous.

Hello. Hermione gently stroked Crookshanks' back and said, I just finished.

I'm done too. Ron announced triumphantly, throwing down the quill.

It won't be so good for the next month, she said sarcastically, with Crookshanks crouching in her lap.

Well, at least I prophesied. Ron yawned.

It looks like you slipped and drowned twice, said Hermione.

Me? said Ron, looking at his prophecy. I'd better change one of them to be trampled by a rampaging Shipgriff.

Don't you think it kind of goes without saying that you're making it up?

How dare you say that! Ron pretended to be angry. We work like school elves here.

Hermione raised her eyebrows.

It's just a paraphrase, said Ron quickly. Harry had just finished writing his prophecy of being beheaded and died, and had put down his quill as well.

Fan Lin stood up to relieve his body, and calmly put his homework into the space debris. He didn't want Hermione to see it. If he made it up...

What's in the box? Fan Lin pointed and asked.

I didn't expect you to ask, it's so funny. Hermione said, looking at the three people maliciously.

She lifted the lid and showed them what was inside.

There are about 50 badges inside, all in different colors but with the words S.P.E.W.

Vomit? Harry picked up a badge and studied it. What's it for?

It's not vomiting, said Hermione impatiently. It's S-P-E-W, which stands for the Fairy Welfare Society!

Never heard of it, said Ron.

Well, of course you haven't, said Hermione immediately, I just started it.

Huh? Ron was a little surprised, How many members have you recruited?

Well, if the two of you take part, that's four, said Hermione.

Four? Fan Lin was taken aback, he couldn't turn his head around.

Of course, said Hermione, you and I, and then Harry and Ron joined, you promised me...

Silence is a virtue, but Fan Lin really doesn't remember when he promised it.

Maybe he got a few butterbeers downed by Fred and George?

You think we want to walk around with these badges? Say 'spew'? said Ron.

S-P-E-W, said Hermione angrily, I want to stop the abuse of magical beings like ourselves and start a campaign to change their legal status, but it's not time yet, that's the main point of our manifesto. Outline.

She waved the stack of brown paper at them, I did a careful research in the library. The bad habit of enslaving elves dates back to centuries ago. I don't believe that I was indifferent to it before then.

Hermione - listen, said Ron loudly, they like to be slaved, they love to be slaved!

Our short-term goal, Hermione said louder than Ron, as if she hadn't heard anything just now, is to guarantee the wages and working conditions of servant elves, and our long-term goal includes amending the law to prohibit the abuse of wands, And if you catch an elf, you will enter the living standard monitoring department.

So how do we do this work? Harry asked. We'll start by recruiting members, Hermione said happily. I want the Weasley brothers to join and buy a badge. This procedure can raise funds for our promotional activities. Fan Lin, you are finance, and I will help you. There's a donation box, upstairs—Harry, you're the secretary, so you'll have to write down everything I say now, for the minutes of our first meeting.

Meeting minutes?

Harry swears that he has never done any recording work in his life, even, he can't even take class notes well, and now let him do this kind of meeting minutes?

very embarrassing thing.

Ron, you're in charge of recruiting members, as the Minister of Propaganda... Hermione nodded, and it seemed that Hermione was very satisfied with this assignment.

Everyone didn't speak. Ron looked at Hermione with a feeling of dying. It was a bit embarrassing. There was no sound in the hall, and even Hermione couldn't find anything to say.

Naturally, Fan Lin didn't dare to speak indiscriminately. After Hermione said something casually and announced the end of the meeting, several people seemed to be pardoned...