A few days passed quickly, and a new weekend arrived.

On Saturday, after a Quidditch match between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, Eddie couldn't wait to pull Scott to an empty classroom.

"I'll be here later."

Eddie whispered.

"The first guest is a Gryffindor student, and Fred and George will bring him along."

"Them?" Scott was a little surprised, "But they just finished the game." ”

Eddie waved his hand absently, "It's okay, Fred and George both said that their captain Wood's post-game summary will be stinky and long, and they won't be going to participate!" ”

"I remember Roger saying the same thing about Bruce." Scott shrugged his shoulders.

"It seems that all the captains are the same." Eddie smiled.

It didn't take long for Fred and George to walk into the classroom with a round-faced boy.

Neither of them had changed their uniforms, and they were drenched in sweat.

"You two are too anxious too." Scott said helplessly.

"Of course, helping your classmates is the most important thing!"

Fred said sternly.

He pulled the boy out of the way and shoved him on the shoulder.

"This is Neville from Gryffindor's second year? Longbottom, he has some difficult questions that he urgently needs your help with. ”

"Hello, Trollope."

Neville glanced at Scott timidly, then nodded after Fred's words.

"Just call me Scott, Neville."

Scott smiled kindly at him, then looked back at the twins.

"You should know that arithmetic divination is not a panacea." He frowned, "To be honest, I probably won't be able to help this boy. ”

Hearing him say this, Neville's expression changed, and he looked like he was about to cry.

He turned to Fred for help.

"Oh, Scott, help!"

"For the sake of the two of us!"

Fred and George made a decent request.

They pleaded for a moment before Scott nodded hesitantly.

"Okay, I'll give it a try."

He looked at Neville apologetically.

"Sorry, I don't want to be too public. Moreover, I am also worried that my lack of ability will disappoint you. ”

"I didn't ...... Never mind. ”

Neville blushed.

"Thank you, S...... Scott. ”

"Well, you need to relax a bit."

Scott whispered to him and waved at the other three.

"Go out, and don't let people in."

"Of course."

Eddie and the twins immediately moved.

They closed the curtains of the classroom, took out a magic lamp from somewhere, placed it on the desk where Scott was sitting, and exited the classroom, closing the door.

Scott noticed that Neville was visibly relieved when they left.

"Sit down, Neville."

Scott said mildly.

"I guess you don't want anyone to know about your divination, do you?"

"Thank you."

Neville nodded honestly and sat down across from him obediently.

"Then let's get started."

Scott looked at the parchment and quills and inkwells already on his desk.

These seem to have been laid out by Eddie in advance.

Scott picked up the quill and looked at Neville.

"Tell me what you want to divination, Neville."

Neville glanced up at him, then lowered his head again.

Scott didn't rush him, just waited patiently for him to speak.

After a long time, Neville whispered, "Parents." ”

"Parents, if you are familiar with them, then this is an easier object of divination." Scott whispered.

Then, he heard Neville breathe a sigh of relief.

Scott continued: "What do you want to know about parents? Location? Safety? Or something else. ”

"I ......" Neville paused, looking up at Scott, "I wonder, will my parents ever recover?" ”

"Then you won't know until after the divination." Scott said with a smile.

He had forgotten many of the details in the "original book", all he remembered was that Neville's parents seemed to be in the hospital or something.

He had to ask Neville about these situations before he could use arithmetic divination.

"Did Fred and George tell you? For arithmetic divination to be accurate, it needs to know the conditions in as much detail as possible. ”

Scott said to Neville in as gentle a tone as he could.

"You have to tell me about your parents."

"They ......"

Neville's voice was hoarse.

He paused again, but spoke as smoothly as he could.

"My parents are both Aurors, they're Frank? Longbottom and Alice? Longbottom, grandmother said they were all heroes. ”

"God...... After the fall of the mystery men, they were kidnapped by the Death Eaters, and I was only 1 year old at the time. ”

"The Death Eaters tortured them with the Curse of Drilling, and they went mad and lived in St. Mungo's all the time."

"My grandmother would sometimes take me to see them, but they didn't know me and they didn't know my grandmother......"

Neville spoke intermittently about his parents.

He remembered what Scott had said about needing as many known conditions as possible, so he kept scribbling details through his head.

"Mom gave me a candy wrapper for Blowing Super Bubble Gum as a gift."

"Grandmother told me to throw it in the trash, but I secretly put it in my pocket......"

Scott was a little surprised.

As far as he knew, Neville was notoriously poor in memory.

He usually has a situation because he doesn't remember something, and he makes a lot of jokes.

There are many things that even he has heard.

Unexpectedly, such a forgetful child, he remembered everything about his parents clearly.

Hearing this, Scott became more and more silent.

It suddenly occurred to him that Eddie hadn't chosen the first customer they had ever found.

He had heard Neville's parents well.

It was clear that the two couples must have been members of the Order of the Phoenix.

In that case, Dumbledore, as the leader of the Order of the Phoenix, could not have left them alone.

But they are still in the hospital, and they have not improved in the slightest.

What does this mean?

It shows that with Dumbledore's ability and connections, there is nothing to be done about the situation of the two.

What can Scott do in such a situation?

Nor did he think that his arithmetic divination could produce any good results.

Looking at Neville's honest appearance, he was really embarrassed to earn his money.

"How...... What's wrong? ”

Neville's inquiry brought Scott back to his senses.

"Can't you do divination?"

He looked at him with apprehensive eyes.

"I'll do my best." Scott said solemnly.

He decided to tell the truth, "I have to tell you whether I can measure the results or not, and what the results will be, I can't guarantee it." ”

He looked Neville in the eye and asked, "Can you take that?" ”

"I ......"

Neville's fists clenched unconsciously tightly.

"I can."

He muttered.

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