In fact, Van Lin's divination class really should have been given up as Hermione did.

Especially when staring at the crystal ball, Van Lin couldn't see anything in the future, but kept analyzing the structure of the crystal ball.

It may seem like a daze, and in fact, it is exactly what it is.

What Professor Trauney said earlier, Van Lin didn't even hear.

Truth be told, in the past, Van Lin could have made up a terrible prophecy based on what was in the prophecy book, but now, Van Lin can only be the same as Harry......

Predict your own death, and the more miserable the death, the better......

This has always been a repertoire of divination classes.

Trauney likes to watch this, everyone knows it, so although Harry and Ron's divination class results are not very good, they can indeed be seen.

Or maybe try it through alchemy?

Fan Lin was slightly stunned, this idea was a little terrifying.

He remembered the attack he had received that day at Nicolame, and the whole alchemy basin had burst open.

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

The weather was still a little bad and slightly hot, which made Vanlin feel a little uncomfortable, if you could get Harry and Ron to sit farther away.

In the words of two people, Van Lin is simply a humanoid self-propelled cooler.

He's ...... Public chillers?

If he could, Van Lin would have been happy to use his magic to give Harry a complete cleansing, but since the spell failed that day, Van Lin knew he couldn't use his magic anymore.

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

It's bad.

Van Lin had thought Moody was a vampire, but judging by the interest he had shown, it didn't look like a vampire would do anything at all.

Promise Van Lin to teach his students how to fight vampires?

If you talk about a vampire, you would definitely not be interested in such a thing.

Or is it a pure imitation of Moody's?

This Defence Against the Dark Arts professor looks more like a Death Eater, wary of Vanlin, and interested in Harry?

Van Lin would not believe that these vampires were loyal to Voldemort as soon as they joined Voldemort's side.

Tfrey had already said that they were only working with Voldemort, and while that seemed unrealistic, that was what their leader had in mind.

Until now, Van Lin hadn't figured out what Voldemort had in him that could attract these vampires.

Mighty power?

It's a ridiculous statement, Voldemort barely has a body now, and even if he has a body again, there are still many people who can compete with him head-on.

Voldemort's reliance was nothing more than his own magic and a way to escape death.

But these vampires obviously don't need that.

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

Maybe Tfrey is a hundred-year-old ghost, and the person who can become the leader of the vampires must be one of the best in the group, and ...... And......

Who knows what's going on with these vampires?

They have been hidden for a long time, and there are very few vampires that occasionally appear in Albania or some dark wizard colonies.

Their long lifespan determines their loneliness.

Van Lin had been trying to figure out the purpose of these vampires, but Van Lin found that there was nothing on Voldemort that could attract these vampires.

It felt terrible, completely out of the driver's seat.

In Van Lin's opinion, Voldemort's return after losing Peter Pettigrew would be delayed for a while, but Van Lin never imagined that Voldemort's actions would be so fast.

Something unexpected.

The only thing Van Lin can think of now is Nick Lemay.

In Nicolamay's collection room, the vampire's ring, and the golden compass made by Nicolamet.

What exactly do these vampires need to do?

The Golden Compass is a powerful seal item, but what are vampires going to do with it?

Seal yourself up?

Well, it's a bit impractical.

So, what exactly is this?

Van Lin's eyes were fixed on the crystal ball, he wished he could see something, but he quickly gave up.

It's unrealistic, my own soul is too rational, in the words of Professor Trauny......

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

Hermione didn't smash the crystal ball in Professor Trawney's face, and Professor Trauny really had a big life.

What if it's a change to Van Lin?

"Don't stare at the crystal ball, it's useless, maybe we should figure out how to deal with this goddamn astronomy homework, just like that goddamn prophecy, why it's all Professor Trauny. ”

Ron spread his hands helplessly, "Accept your fate, brother, the soul of an eighty-over old man......"

With that, Ron buried his head again.

Van Lin shook his head, homework had to be done, although the rest ......

Time is spinning minute by minute......

"I don't have a clue what this thing means. Harry said, staring at a long list of stats.

"You know," Ron said, his hair all on one side, as he kept running his hand through his hair in confusion, "I think it's time to use the old trick from last year." ”

"What, make it up?", "That's right. Ron said, sweeping away the messy notes on the table, dipping his pen in ink, and began to write.

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

"yes," Harry said, crumpling the fruits of his previous efforts and throwing it over the heads of a group of chattering first-year students and into the fire.

"Good...... On Monday, I was in danger of — well—getting burned. ”

"Yes, you're going to be like that," Ron said fiercely, "we're going to see the whelk again on Monday, okay, Tuesday, I'll ...... Hmmm......"

"Lost a precious thing. Harry found inspiration in Pulling the Fog of the Future.

"Good idea," Ron said, writing this, "because of Mercury, why don't you write to have someone you think be a friend stabbed in the back?"

"Right...... Not bad......" said Harry, hastening to make a note of, "because...... Venus in the twelfth house. ”

"On Wednesday, I thought, I would lose badly in the fight. ”

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

"By the way, just say that you bet, I will win the fight......"

..................

This...... It seemed like the only way, it was terrible, maybe he could go to a Muggle class if he was studying constellations, or at least it would be more reliable than Professor Trauny.

The devil knows when Professor Trauni will enter the prophesied state.

They continued to make up their homework for an hour (which turned into tragedy), and the people around them went back to sleep, and the hall slowly emptied, and Crook Hill strolled up to them, and sat down gently in an empty seat, and she looked at several people with a puzzled expression, as if she had learned that they had not done their homework properly.

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

Van Lin was flipping through the books, it seemed that it was really difficult for him, and Harry had never seen Van Lin worry about his homework.

He saw Fred and George sitting next to each other against the opposite wall, head to head, quill outside, they were intently studying a small piece of vellum paper, strange, Fred and George would be hiding in the corner and studying?

Harry remembered how they had sat together and written bad things on a piece of paper, which he had thought was another command formula for the wizard's joke, but this time it didn't seem like it, and if they did, they would have played tricks on Lee Jordan, and he wondered if it had something to do with the Three Witches Tournament.

As Harry watched, George shook his head at Fred, wrote something with a quill, and spoke quietly, though quietly, audible in the almost empty room.

"Don't ,—— it looks like we're condemning him, be careful......"

George looked around and saw that Harry was looking at him, Harry grinned and hurried to continue his prophecy - he didn't want George to think he was eavesdropping, and soon after, the twins rolled up their vellum, said goodnight, and climbed into bed.

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

Crookhill hunched his back and let out a small meow of pleasure.

Van Lin also wanted to call it two aims~

Well, that's too dangerous to think.

"Hello. Hermione gently stroked Crookshank's back and said, "I just finished it." ”

"I'm done. Ron threw down his quill and declared triumphantly.

"It's not going to be a good month next month," she said mockingly, Crook Hill cowering into her knees.

"Well, at least I prophesied. Ron yawned.

"Looks like you've lost your footing twice and drowned. Hermione said.

"Me?" Ron said, looking at his prophecy, "I'd better change one of them to have a rampaging Shipcliff step on." ”

"Don't you think it's a bit self-evident that you're making it up?"

"How dare you say that!" Ron feigned anger, "we're working hard like school elves here. ”

Hermione raised an eyebrow.

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

Van Lin stood up and soothed his body, and quietly put his homework into the space debris, he didn't want to be seen by Hermione, if he made it up......

"What's in the box?" asked Van Lin, pointing.

"I didn't expect you to ask, it's funny. Hermione said as she looked at the three of them with bad intentions.

She lifted the lid and showed them what's inside.

There are about 50 badges inside, with the words .

"Vomit?" Harry picked up a badge and looked at it, "for?"

"It's not vomiting," Hermione said impatiently, "it's S-P-E-, which stands for Elf Welfare!"

"Never heard of it. Ron said.

"Well, of course you haven't heard," Hermione said immediately, "I'm just starting it. ”

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

"Well, if you two participate, there will be four of them. Hermione said.

"Four?" Fan Lin was stunned, his head a little unable to turn.

"Of course," Hermione said, "you and I, and then Harry and Ron are joining, and you promised me ......"

Silence is a virtue, but Van Lin really doesn't remember when he said yes.

Maybe I was poured a few glasses of Butterbeer by Fred and George?

"Do you think we want to wear these badges and say 'spe'?"

"S-P-E-," Hermione said angrily, "I'm going to stop the atrocities of mistreating magical beings equal to us, and launch a movement to change their legal situation, but it's not time yet, that's the gist of our manifesto." ”

She waved the stack of vellum paper at them, "I've done my research in the library, and the practice of enslaving elves goes back centuries, and I don't believe it was indifferent until then. ”

"Hermione—listen," Ron cried, "they love to be enslaved, they love to be enslaved!"

"Our immediate goal," Hermione said louder than Ron, as if she hadn't heard anything just now, "is to ensure the wages and working conditions of the servant elves, and our long-term goals include changing the law to prohibit the misuse of wands, and if you catch an elf, you will be sent to the Department of Life Regulation." ”

"And how do we do this?" asked Harry. "We're going to start by recruiting members," Hermione said happily, "I'm going to ask the Weasley brothers to join and buy a badge to raise money for our campaign, Van Lin, you're the treasurer, I've got a donation box for you, upstairs - Harry, you're the secretary, so you're going to have to write down everything I'm saying now for the minutes of our first meeting." ”

"Meeting minutes?"

Harry swore he had never done any note-taking in his life, and he couldn't even take class notes, and now let him do it?

Very embarrassing thing.

"Ron, you're in charge of encircling the members, as a ...... The Minister of Propaganda ......" Hermione nodded, and it seemed that Hermione was very satisfied with this distribution.

Everyone didn't speak, and Ron looked at Hermione with a dying-like expression, which was really embarrassing, and the hall was silent, and even Hermione couldn't find anything to say.

Fan Lin naturally didn't dare to open his mouth, Hermione announced the dismissal of the meeting after saying something casually, and several people were amnesty......