Hogwarts: Ravenclaw's Purple Thunderbirds

"Can I try?" Hermione ran out of Blakely, leaving Blakely alone in pain and covering his face.Done!But forget it, let Hermione give up.

"Oh." Professor Crelawney spread his hands and said that Hermione could give it a try.

"It's [ominous], very likely." Hermione's voice suddenly became calm, like someone who wanted to expose a liar.

Of course Professor Crelawny heard what Hermione meant. The way she looked at him was no different from looking at a liar. She was an absolutely rational girl, the kind of person who could not open her eyes no matter what. Never have a chance with divination.

"My dear, from the moment you stepped into my class... I felt that you were not qualified for this noble Divination class." Professor Crelawny said, holding Hermione's hand and observing while saying: "...the kind of spirit that demands. Look here."

"Although you are young, your heart has withered. Just like an old girl, your soul is as dry as the paper of the books you have studied so hard." As she said this, she patted the back of Hermione's hand.

But after hearing Professor Crelawney's words, Hermione's face had completely darkened. She withdrew her hand angrily, and then seemed to vent her anger and knocked over Harry and Ron's crystal balls.Then, an angry Hermione left the classroom directly.Blakely shook her head helplessly. Blakely actually had no idea what Professor Crelawny said. What she said was correct.Professor Crelawny can always see through the appearance to the essence, and he can see it very clearly.Blakely can't hold a grudge against someone just because they tell the truth, right?So Blakely removed his wand, solemnly apologized to Professor Crelawny on Hermione's behalf, and then quickly followed in Hermione's footsteps.

"Did I say anything?" Professor Crelawny looked confused. She just told the truth.Also, didn’t the little wizard named Blakely drop out of class?

"She really lost her mind. Hermione used to do this all the time." After class, Ron and Harry left the classroom, and Ron couldn't control his mouth on the stairs.

"But now it's in public..." Ron continued, and Harry pretended not to hear. If Blakely or Nakuru heard it, Ron would probably have nightmares for a few more days, and they would keep coming. kind of.But that's where it stopped. The two of them would only play pranks without going too far, but Ron's yelling at night was just too noisy and unbearable.

At this time, Harry saw a crystal ball, the same one that Hermione knocked over.Harry bent down and picked up the crystal ball, and then said to Ron: "This must be returned."

After hearing Harry's words, Ron couldn't help but look bitter when he thought of the talkative Professor Crelawny: "I don't want to go back."

"Okay, see you later." Harry didn't force it, just silently picked up the crystal ball and walked towards the classroom upstairs.

Walking through the empty classroom, Harry did not see Professor Clelawny, so Harry placed the crystal ball on a tray in the professor's room.After playing, Harry was ready to go back, but for some unknown reason, Harry turned his head and looked at the crystal ball again. A face was reflected on the crystal ball in a distorted manner. It looked like himself, but also like Another person he hated.

"Harry Potter, Harry Potter,..." Gradually, Harry heard someone calling his name. The voice was so vague that he couldn't distinguish the gender.

"Harry Potter!" Suddenly a hand was placed on his shoulder. Harry was so frightened that he almost fired an invisible flying blade to greet him.

"Professor Clelawny?" Harry turned his head and saw Professor Clelawney putting her hand on his shoulder. This person looked very strange, as if he was controlled by something.

"He will be back tonight." Professor Clelawny's voice was hoarse and low, as if she was trying her best to suppress her throat.

"What?" Harry looked confused.

"Tonight the man who betrayed his friend, the man who became a murderer, will break free from his chains. Innocent blood will be shed, and master and servant will join forces once again! The filth left over from ancient times will once again appear in the world, and the servant will no longer be a servant, The filth will join forces with the devil to pollute the whole world again! Cough, cough, cough!" The low and hoarse voice stopped, and Professor Crelawny covered her throat in pain and coughed several times, with a look of confusion and confusion on her face.

"Sorry, kid. Did you just say something?" Professor Clelawney seemed to have just noticed Harry now, showing a kind smile.

"No." Harry was frightened by Professor Crelawny just now.

"Nothing." He shook his head and left quickly.

"Harry, you look a little panicked. Did something happen?" Blakely comforted Hermione for a while. When he looked up, he saw a panicked Harry running down. Out of curiosity, he pulled Harry and asked. .

"Blakely?" Harry was startled when he was suddenly pulled away. He turned around and saw Blakely's familiar face.

Harry instantly relaxed when he saw it was Blakely. There was no one more reliable and reassuring than Blakeley.

"That's right..." Harry stood opposite Blakely and Hermione and told Blakely and Hermione exactly what happened, and said that Professor Clelawny was getting more and more awesome.

"Don't worry about Harry, he's just a trickster." Hermione said angrily.

Harry very much agreed with this, but he felt something was wrong when he saw Blakely thinking.

"What's wrong with Blakely?" Harry asked.

Hearing this, Hermione also noticed something strange about Blakely and turned to look at him with a confused look on his face.

"Harry, what was Professor Crelawney's state at that time? Was it conscious or unconscious?" Blakely's eyes were serious. Professor Clelawney's prediction was not entirely a joke.

"Well, judging from the performance, it should be unconscious." Harry recalled that Professor Clelawny did not appear to be aware of the words.

Blakely's eyes lit up when he heard Harry's answer, it was finally coming, whatever it was was finally about to begin.

"Harry, go back and get ready. Everything will be clear tonight." Blakely fumbled with the ring on his right middle finger. His intuition told him that tonight would be different from what he planned, but Blakely couldn't think of anything different for the time being. come out.

"Blakely, you mean..." Harry looked at Blakely in surprise. Could it be that Professor Crelawny really knew how to predict things?

"A half-assed prophet is also a prophet. Principal Dumbledore will not invite a liar into the academy for no reason." Blakely said pointedly.

"What about Lockhart?" Harry said weakly.

Blakely: "..."

"That's because he has no choice." Don't ask Snape, Snape can't die yet.