Throughout the semester, the ominous death prophesied by Professor Trelawney did not come, and Aitch consistently attended classes, ate, slept, and wrote......

This ominous look is like the old owl of the Weasleys, lost on the way to the appointment, and no one knows when it will be found. At least this time was longer than the Hogwarts students remembered, and they began to work with Aitch on a schedule, eating together, attending classes, and playing together......

The news of Peter Pettigrew's escape faded away, and only the Ministry of Magic and Blake still remembered him by name. But Peter, as Aitch had predicted, fled without a trace, and no one knew where he had gone into hiding.

Blake's envisioned story of Peter's revenge also bore him, much to his annoyance—as the days passed, so did the summer holidays. Don't forget, Blake had promised Harry that he would settle Erwin's matter, but he didn't have an eyebrow at all.

With Ravenclaw's legacy behind him, Aitch confidently plugged all the gaps, and Blake couldn't get any proof to prove it.

Aitch had already made it clear to Harry, although Harry had decided to live in Aitch's house last summer, but now that Harry had a new guardian, the agreement was null and void, completely blocking the possibility that Blake wanted to stay at Aitch's house with Harry.

If Peter hadn't moved, how would Blake have taken over Aitch's safety? There is no reason to connect close to him. Blake never hoped that the hateful Peter would do something big.

During this time, all the small actions and big movements of Hogwarts were suppressed by the approaching exam week. Even Fred and George are working hard, and they are about to take the O.W.Ls (ordinary wizard level) exam. Percy is preparing to pass the N.E.W.TS (Ultimate Wizarding Exam), the highest qualification Hogwarts can offer. Percy wants to work for the Ministry of Magic, so he must have the highest academic qualifications. He became more and more impatient and irritable, and at night he punished whoever disturbed the tranquility of the common room.

Exam week has begun, and there is an unusual silence in the castle. The third-graders came out of the shapeshifting class at lunch on Monday, all of them disgraced and devoid of the spirit of walking, comparing their grades with each other and lamenting that the tasks they had been given were too difficult, including turning a teapot into a turtle. Hermione fussed that the turtle she had conjured looked more like a turtle than Edge's, and that others were content with that, so her whining was annoying.

"The tail of my turtle is still a teapot spout, which is ...... damn"

"Do people think turtles breathe water vapor?"

"My turtle still has a hard shell with willow leaf patterns, do you think this will deduct me points?"

Hermione babbled on and on about her mistakes, regretting that she hadn't practiced the spell properly.

"Hermione, want to open up. It's great to be able to do this while learning three times as much as someone else's homework. Hermione clearly didn't listen.

On the 6th, Hermione's last exam was Muggle studies, which Hermione, who was born in the Muggle family, did not need much revision to answer better than the professor.

Edge's last exam was divination, an exam that Professor Trelawney had already missed. When she was teaching the content of the crystal ball, she used the words of the so-called "see the future" to make everyone listen carefully.

But when Neville actually said it was an exam question, everyone was taken aback - almost no one could see anything in the crystal ball, except for the spinning white mist.

The tower room that Aitch walked into was hotter than ever. The curtains were drawn, the fireplace was blazing, and the usual disgusting smell made Aitch cough as he made his way between several tables and chairs to Professor Trelawney. She sat waiting for him, with a large crystal ball in front of her.

"Hello, dear," she said gently, "look at this crystal ball, time you now, and tell me what you see in it." Aitch leaned over to look at the crystal ball, trying to see as hard as he could, hoping it would allow him to see something other than the swirling white mist, but he couldn't see anything.

"Huh?" Professor Trelawney asked sensitively and thoughtfully, "What do you see?" ”

The room was scorching with heat, and Edge's nostrils tingled from the puffs of scented smoke wafting from the fire. But it's really not okay to make it up, don't forget, Aitch is a writer himself, and he can talk nonsense as soon as he opens his mouth, not to mention that he still has an "outline for the next four years" in his head.

Aitchie straightened his mind for a moment and began to answer half-truthfully, "Well, I see that there will be a lot of guests at the school next year, and there will be a big competition, and dragons will appear. ”

Professor Trelawney asked in a low voice, "Oh? Any idea what kind of competition it is? ”

"Can't see ...... clearly"

Professor Trelawney sighed, "Okay, dear, I guess we'll stop here, generally, but I'm sure you've done your best. ”

Aitch breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had fooled the most uncertain of the class. He stood up, picked up his bag and turned to leave, but a loud, hoarse voice spoke behind him......

"It's going to happen tonight."

Aitch snapped back. Professor Trelawney froze in his armchair, his eyes glazed and his jaw drooping.

"Professor, what did you say?" Aitch was horrified—how could that be? It stands to reason that the development in the original book has changed him a lot, what else can she predict?

But Professor Trelawney didn't seem to hear, and his eyes began to roll, as if he had been poured a mouthful of truth potion, and as if he had had an attack.

At this point Professor Trelawney spoke again, still in a hoarse voice, very different from her own.

"'The man' was lying alone, without friends, abandoned by his companions. His servants had been locked down for twelve years. Tonight, before midnight, this servant will be free from all difficulties and find his master. 'That man' will rise again with the help of the servants, and will be stronger and more terrifying than ever. Tonight, before midnight, the servant will find his master......"

Professor Trelawney's head hung down to his chest. She snorted. Then, suddenly, her head snapped and rose again, as confused as if she had woken up from a sleep.

"Sorry, dear child," she said, as if in a dream, "it was too hot during the day, and you know I fell asleep for a while......"

Aitch was still standing there, dumbfounded.

"Is there anything wrong, dear?"

"No, it's fine." This did not match the paleness of Edge's face at all. But Professor Trelawney's prophecy is not believed by many others, and even the professor who made the prophecy may not admit it.

Aitch took his steps as easy as possible, so that others could not see his really heavy thoughts, and made up his mind: to speed up the collection of Horcruxes.