Neville went back to his house after cleaning the toad entrails between his fingernails, he was exhausted from the night. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Evan continued to study ancient magic scripts on the couch in front of the fire, while Colin was beside him doing his transfiguration homework.

Harry and Ron found a table in the corner with their Piercing the Mists and Futures and began predicting their fate for the next month, filling in numbers into a complex table of planetary trajectories.

It was getting late, there were fewer and fewer people in the lounge, and the little wizards went back to sleep one after another.

An hour later, Colin also returned, and Evan put away the parchment full of magical scripts and took out the map of the living spots and looked at it for a while.

There are dense names on it, and the little wizards are mostly concentrated in the common room and their respective bedrooms.

Evan sees Fred and George in the owl room, and Hermione alone in the library.

Then he looked elsewhere.

Evan had been searching it for a week, but couldn't find Barty Crouch Jr.'s name.

It's so strange that it is not known who Barty Crouch Jr. is pretending to be at Hogwarts.

Or rather, he hasn't infiltrated Hogwarts yet, after all, the tournament hasn't started yet.

Or, like Kereceis, he cast a spell on his name and would not be marked on the map of the living spots.

Evan wasn't sure, but anything could happen.

He thought about it for a moment before putting away the map of the living spots.

It seems that there is little hope of finding Barty Crouch Jr. through the live map, so he has to find another way.

Evan rubbed his eyes and stood up, stretching, he was going to wait for Hermione for a while, she hadn't come back from the library yet.

Harry and Ron were still sitting at the small table, muttering something to discuss the prophecy assignment in the divination class.

In fact, the two of them were making no progress, and the table was littered with many pieces of parchment with numbers and symbols written on them.

Harry felt like his mind was still foggy, as if it were filled with smoke from Professor Trelawney's fire.

"I don't have a clue what this thing means. He looked down at the long row of calculations.

"I don't understand it at all!" Ron said, the hair on his head standing on end as he scratched his head in anguish, pointing to a planet, "Aven, do you know what it means for Saturn and Mercury to move in this position?"

"I don't know!" Evan leaned over to glance at the complex star map, confused.

"It's not easy, isn't it, we've finally discovered something that even Evan doesn't know!" Ron said, turning to look at Harry, "Harry, in that case, let's use the repertoire of the divination class." ”

"You mean, made it up out of thin air?" Harry's brow furrowed.

"yes. Ron said, sweeping the messy pile of scratch paper on the table to the floor.

He dipped his pen in ink and began to write.

"Next Monday, I might cough because Mars and Jupiter are in an unfortunate conjunction!" he scribbled as he looked up at Harry, "You know her, let's try to make up some bad things, she loves to read this." ”

"That's right!" said Harry, crumpling up the fruits of his brainstorming and throwing them into the fire, "Well, Monday, I'll be in danger of, well, burned. ”

"That sounds good, I didn't write my divination homework yet, we can do it together!" said Evan, quickly pulling out his divination textbook and parchment and sitting down next to Harry and Ron.

He also needed to predict his fortune for the next month, and Evan didn't want to spend his weekends drinking tea and fiddling with tea residues.

Without a talent for prophecy, one is destined not to make much progress in the subject of divination.

Instead of wasting time making useless predictions, it would be better to tackle these jobs quickly like Harry and Ron.

Anyway, Evan had already made up his mind to make it up, and he didn't expect Professor Trelawney to give him a high score.

Seeing Evan do this seemed to give Harry and Ron a lot of encouragement, and the two of them became excited.

"I'm also in danger of burns next Monday," Aven's parchment reads...... "because I saw flames inside the teacups." ””

"yes, we're all in danger!" Ron nodded, "We're going to see the whelch again on Monday, aren't we?!, okay, I'll ...... on Tuesday."

"You're going to break the bank. Harry flipped through "Cutting Through the Fog and Looking into the Future" for ideas.

"Great idea!" Ron said, quickly writing it down, "because, well...... Because of Mercury. What about you, Aven, someone is going to curse you with death, because you're going to see Professor Trelawney again on Tuesday! As for Harry, how about you being stabbed in the back by someone you thought was a friend?"

"That's cool!" Harry hastily recorded, "that's because Venus is in the twentieth house of the zodiac. ”

"Then, on Wednesday, we got into a fight and lost. ”

"Yes, you can have a hard fight with Malfoy, but I don't want to lose to him again, so I'll just write a bet and lose money. ”

"Because of the bet predicting rain on Tuesday, and getting sick, I was in bed all day. ”

They are making up prophecies, and the tragedy is getting more and more colorful.

And so another hour passed, and it was nearly eleven o'clock, and there were only the three of them left in the common room.

Crookhill scurried over, jumped lightly onto an empty chair, and shook slightly.

It looked at Evan, Harry, and Ron with an esoteric gaze that looked a lot like Hermione.

Hermione would have looked like this if she had known that they were being opportunistic in their homework.

It was an interesting sight for the three of them to sit and ponder the unfortunate events that Zhang hadn't used yet.

After a while, Fred and George went into the common room, and the two of them, with thick parchment and quills, whispered that they did not know what to do, and looked very tired, said goodnight, and went back to bed.

"The two of them, they must be working on Weasley's magic tricks and stuff like that. "Remember, shortly after the summer vacation started, Mom burned down their last order form, so they were going to make a new one." ”

"But why carry us behind our backs, if it's an order form, they'll definitely let us get involved. Harry said confusedly.

"Who knows!" Ron shrugged his shoulders.

Evan knew what was going on, and the two of them were actually writing to Ludo Bagman asking for a bet to win the Golden Galleons.

Although the Quidditch World Cup ended with an assault and a mark of the Dark, the two of them were right about the outcome.

The Irish team wins, but Krum captures the Golden Snitch.

It was a rare result, and Bagman was offering high odds at the time.

This means that he now owes Fred and George a large sum of money.

However, he didn't plan to pay back the money at all, and all the twins' previous letters were in vain.

The two of them decided to write a letter, appropriately threatening Bagman.

"It's so late, why hasn't Hermione come back yet?"

"She must have lost track of time in the library, and she wouldn't leave unless Mrs. Pince chased her away. ”

As soon as she finished speaking, the hole behind the portrait was opened again, and Hermione crawled into the common room.

She holds a roll of parchment in one hand and a box in the other.

As soon as I walked, the contents of the box clicked.

Crookshank arched his back and purred. (To be continued.) )