In contrast to the enthusiasm of the English fans, there was silence in the Irish audience.

The leprechauns all looked dejected and sad.

"I think they played bravely. Seamus puffed out his cheeks, he felt that Ireland's chasers and batsmen were world-class, but Allen's strength was too strong.

Ron nonchalantly grabbed the gold coins in his pocket and scattered them again.

He struggled to recall the game, trying to find a place to blame Allen.

Thinking about it, Allen has nothing to find fault with in this game.

But it was precisely because of this that Ron's heart was even more uncomfortable.

Good thing - and gold!

The professors at Hogwarts will never cancel their final exams just because Alan and they won the Quidditch World Cup.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and the young wizards who are about to take the exam are getting more and more restless. Especially those senior wizards who are about to graduate.

Exam week has begun, and the castle is unusually silent. At lunch on Monday, the third-graders came out of the examination room of the transformation class, all of them in a state of spirit, with pale faces, comparing their grades and complaining that the exam questions were too difficult.

Hermione fussed that the turtle she conjured up looked like a turtle and made the others angry enough, because it didn't seem to them to be a cause for concern.

Before Alan came out, he learned from Professor Flitwick's expression that his score in this subject must be O.

As expected, Hermione, Penelope, and Luna's intelligence and perception have been greatly improved due to attribute potions.

On the premise of careful revision, they coped with the exam with ease.

Not just Charms lessons, Protecting Magical Creatures lessons, Potions lessons, History of Magic, Astronomy...... In almost every subject, they were able to ensure that they got the best grades.

As for the little wizards who participated in the training organized by Allen, they were almost pleasantly surprised to find that almost all of the content of the professors' inspection had been reviewed in the cram school.

Therefore, although their results were not as good as Hermione and the others who had taken attribute potions, they were far better than other young wizards who did not participate in the training camp.

Hermione thought it would be easy to take it after she had finished all the subjects, but she was notified that she was going to take the divination exam.

This frightened her. Although she didn't like divination classes, she wanted to be good at her homework.

In particular, she stumbled upon the fact that all of her scores on the test were O's.

She couldn't tolerate it at all that she would not have good grades, or even fail.

"She doesn't like me!" Hermione anxiously flipped through the Fog to the Future, memorizing the chapter on the crystal ball.

"I've never seen anything in a crystal ball!" Hermione clutched at her long hair in annoyance.

When Hermione stepped onto the spiraling silver ladder, her mind was full of knowledge about crystal balls.

Hermione felt that if she made up the disaster, the worse the better, and maybe she could get a high score.

But she didn't want to compromise and say something against her will, and be a hypocrite.

"Hermione Granger!" a familiar, dreamy voice came overhead.

Hermione froze and walked up with a firm gaze, the back of which was a bit of a death-defying meaning.

The room on top of this tower was hotter than ever, the curtains were drawn, there was a fire in the fireplace, and the usual smoky scent choked Hermione couldn't help but cover her mouth and nose.

She deftly walked around the desks and chairs toward Professor Trelawney, who was sitting in front of a large crystal ball.

"Hello, Granger," she whispered, "look at this crystal ball...... Take your time...... Then tell me what you see......"

"I don't see the halo on your head, but you can give it a try. Professor Traurini glanced at Hermione, pursed her lips suddenly, and said nothing.

Hermione leaned over to stare at the crystal ball, staring at it hard, the white mist swirling, ethereal.

Hermione's eyes widened, she seemed to really see some patterns, phantoms. She couldn't help but lean down, trying to see better......

Faintly, it seems that two people are hugging each other, spinning and jumping rapidly......

"How?" Professor Trelawney asked mildly, "what do you see?"

"I saw two people, uh-" Hermione looked at the crystal ball without blinking, and said solemnly, "They seem to be dancing!"

"Dance, are you sure?" asked Professor Trelawney, "are you sure, boy?"

"Yes, it's dancing. Hermione replied firmly, trusting her own judgment.

Professor Trelawney stared at the top of Hermione's head again, and simply stood up and looked at Hermione's crystal ball.

She stretched out her hands, reoriented the crystal ball, and looked closely.

For a long time, she looked at Hermione with an extremely complicated expression.

"I apologize to you, boy, for my previous arbitrariness. It's nice to be able to see it in such a quick time. With a slight groan, she continued, "At this moment, I see your aura, you have a talent for divination, don't waste it. ”

Hermione couldn't believe her ears, what had she just heard? Instead of saying she was talking nonsense, Professor Traurini said she had an aura?

She jerked her head up, trying to catch out Professor Traurini's face.

Professor Traurini was grading her name behind it, and Hermione saw it keenly, and she drew a circle - it was O!

Hermione was relieved.

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, saluted respectfully, picked up her bag and turned to leave, only to hear a loud, shrill voice behind her.

"It's going to be soon!"

Hermione turned sharply to see Professor Trelawney sitting upright in his armchair, his eyes lost and his mouth open.

A thought turned, and Hermione covered her mouth for fear of disturbing Professor Traurini.

Professor Trelawney's eyes began to roll wildly.

At this point, Professor Trelawney spoke again, again in the same harsh voice, very different from her usual voice.

"The Dark Lord lies alone, friendless, abandoned by his men, and his servants in chains for twelve years...... The servant will break free from his chains and set out to join his master. The Dark Lord will make a comeback with the help of his servants, stronger and more terrifying than before. ”

Professor Trelawney's head hung down to his chest and he made a gurgling sound. Then, suddenly, her head was raised again.

"I'm sorry, dear child," she said in a trance, "it's too hot, you know...... I took a nap......"

Hermione looked at her in horror.

"Is there something wrong, dear?"

"You-you just told me that-the Dark Lord is coming back...... His servants will return to him......"

Professor Trelawney looked shocked.

"The Dark Lord, the one who can't even mention his name, my dear child, is no joke...... Comeback, oh my god—"

"But that's what you just said! You said the Dark Lord—"

"I suppose you must have fallen asleep, my dear!" said Professor Trelawney, "I could not have predicted such an outrageous thing!"

Hermione climbed down the ladder and spiral staircase in a trance, feeling that she might have just heard Professor Trelawney speak a true prophecy.

If that's true......

Hermione's heart couldn't help but sink, the joy of getting O in the divination class had been thrown out of the clouds.

If the rise of the Dark Lord was predestined, then, what can she do?

Hermione thought of Allen's training camp......