With a loud bang, the already shaky table collapsed with a thud, and the crystal ball placed on it rolled on the ground.

Clark stood there, panting, a faint tingling pain in his mind from the psionic overdraft, which made his face contort and look particularly frightening.

Hermione, seeing Clark look like this for the first time, nervously stood up and took his hand.

The cold and soft little hand soothed the restlessness in Clark's heart, and he took a deep breath to calm his mood, only to realize that the classmates around him were looking at him in surprise.

Professor Trelawney glared at her huge eyes, his face blue and white, and looked at him with obvious anger.

Ron and Harry secretly gave him a thumbs up, Neville looked at him worriedly, Parvati and Lavender whispered, both glaring at him.

"I'm sorry to say, kid."

Professor Trelawney shook his head at him.

"From the first time you stepped into this classroom, it was clear that you didn't have the talent needed for noble divination, and in fact, you weren't to blame for it, after all, not everyone could see the future."

Clark, who had finally calmed down, almost laughed angrily when he heard this.

Can't see the future? I wish I had just seen the future!

But before he could speak, someone helped him fight back.

"Good!" Hermione said suddenly, and at the same time stuffed the book "Piercing the Fog and Looking into the Future" into her bag.

"Good!" She repeated it again, tossing her bag over her shoulder, nearly knocking Ron off his chair.

"Since you say so, then I will give up too! Let's go! ”

The class was stunned as she pulled Clark and strode over to the trapdoor, kicked it open, then turned her head and glared at Professor Trelawney, "Losing us is your greatest loss!" ”

With that, she took Clark with her, climbed down the ladder and disappeared.

"Wait for me!"

Neville reacted to this and stood up almost without hesitation, scrambling the book into his bag, not forgetting to pick up Clark's one before he apologized to Professor Trelawney and disappeared with the two of them.

"Oh!"

The classroom suddenly resounded with whistles and coaxing, as half-grown children, they didn't expect Hermione and Clark to be so bold, and some young boys and girls were even more envious of their behavior just now.

It took several minutes before the classroom fell silent.

Professor Trelawney seemed to have forgotten Harry's ominousness, and she jerked away from Harry and Ron's desk, kicking her hard, and pulling her shawl tight, as if she were going to faint at any moment.

"Oh-" Lavender suddenly cried, startling everyone.

"Oh—Professor Trelawney, I remember! You foresaw her leaving, didn't you, Professor? 'Around Easter, one of us will leave us forever!' 'You said it a long time ago, Professor! ”

Professor Trelawney gave her a tearful smile.

"Yes, dear, I did know that Miss Granger would leave us. But people tend to hope that they are seeing the wrong signs...... Tenmu is also a burden sometimes, you know......"

Lavender and Parvati looked impressed, and they shifted their positions so that Professor Trelawney could sit at their table.

Ron, however, scoffs at this.

"'One of us', it was obviously three people who left just now, okay, she can also pull it." Ron whispered to Harry.

The three Clarks, who left the classroom, naturally didn't know what happened in the classroom after they left.

However, Clark did realize that Professor Trelawney called "the eyes of heaven are sometimes a burden".

He wished he had seen the wrong sign, but the image of Hermione lying scarred in his arms always lingered in his mind.

Judging by the robes they were wearing at the time, they should have been in school, but in that background...... Where is it? No one would dare to attack Hogwarts under Dumbledore's nose.

Lost in thought, Clark followed Hermione all the way, and was soon noticed by the girl that something was wrong.

"Clark, are you blaming me—blaming me for pulling you out?" Hermione paused, turned and asked.

"Ah, no, no!" Clark came back to his senses and quickly denied it.

"So what's your situation? Since just now, I've been restless. ”

Although she was not a Psychic Warlock, with her feminine sharp intuition, Hermione still sensed something.

"Maybe I've been using the time turner too much like you lately, it's okay, just go back and rest for a while."

Clark fought back the stinging pain in his mind and squeezed out a smile.

In the days that followed, Clark wanted to find more clues from the prophecy, and he wandered around Hogwarts to find the place that corresponded to the prophesied scene.

However, he still found nothing, and even as time passed, the images of those prophecies gradually became more and more blurry and abstract in his mind, and finally became a dim shadow.

It's time for the Easter break, which is the last long vacation before the end of the semester.

It's just that for the little wizards, this holiday is not easy.

They suddenly discovered that the third-graders had never done so much homework.

Even Neville Longbottom, who had changed a lot, was tortured to the point of a nervous breakdown, and he seemed to be the only one like this.

"It's also called a festival!" Like the Chinese students, one afternoon, Seamus Finigan shouted in the common room, "It's still far from the exam, what are they doing?" ”

Ron joined him in complaining, and Harry nodded his head in agreement.

But no one was busier than Hermione and Clark, and even without divination lessons, they still had more lessons to attend than the others.

In addition to the curriculum, Hermione is also busy with the selection, review, and management of the Hogwarts School Magazine, and Clark also needs to work hard for the Dragon Park and the Dragon Industrial Park that are being planned.

As a result, the two of them are usually the last to return to the dormitory at night, and the first to leave the next morning.

Harry and Ron even noticed that they had dark circles under their eyes like Lupin, and they always looked listless.

Of course, Harry's situation was not far behind, as he had to do his homework in addition to his daily Quidditch training, not to mention discussing tactics with Wood.

The Gryffindor vs. Slytherin match will take place on the first Saturday after Easter, and unlike in the original books, thanks to Gryffindor's victory over Hufflepuff, the points gap between them and Slytherin is not huge, only forty points.

This meant that during the match, Harry would only need to catch the Snitch right away, and they would only be able to win the Quidditch trophy, as they would get 150 points for catching the Snitch.

For this matter, Wood would ask Harriel every opportunity to do so.

The entire Gryffindor House is also concerned about this upcoming match.

Following the days of the legendary Charlie Weasley as a Seeker, Gryffindor has never won the Quidditch Cup.

As for Slytherin, except for last year's Quidditch tournament, which was canceled due to the attack, Slytherin has won the Quidditch Cup for eight consecutive years, and they are unwilling to accept being cut off like this.

So after Easter, the tension between the two teams and the two academies reached a point where it was on the verge of erupting.

In everyone's memory, there was no match as full of gunpowder as this one.

Whether in the hallway, in the auditorium, or even in the classroom, there are students from the two houses who cause friction over a small matter, which then develops into a vicious mutual assault.

In the worst of cases, a fourth-year Gryffindor student and a sixth-year Slytherin student were both admitted to the school hospital, both with leeks coming out of their ears.

Harry's life was particularly difficult, and on the way to class, there were always Slytherin people who maliciously stretched out their legs to trip him.

Wherever he went, Crabbe and Goyle would always creep out at Malfoy's instructions, and then walk away disappointed when they see him being protected in the center.

This was all due to the fact that Wood had taken precautions in advance, telling Harry that he must be accompanied wherever he went, in case the Slytherin people would make him unable to play.

The entire Gryffindor House students enthusiastically took on this task, and Clark even arranged for Neville to follow Harry and serve as his bodyguard for a while, which made Harry feel very secure.

But this also caused Harry to often fail to walk into the classroom on time, as he was always surrounded by a large crowd of chattering people.

Harry was more concerned about the safety of the firebolts than he was about himself.

When he's not flying, he even gives a broom to Clark and asks him to keep it in a magic chest that only Clark can open, which is perfectly safe in Harry's opinion.

On the eve of the game, all daily activities in the Gryffindor House common room stopped, and even Hermione and Clark put down their books-

No way, the whole common room was noisy and filled with a stormy atmosphere.

George and Fred coped with the pressure more aggressively than usual, with Wood crouching alone in the corner, waving his wand and directing the little figures in the Quidditch model in front of him to move around, deducing the tactics of tomorrow's game.

Angelina, Arya and Katie laughed at the jokes Fred and George had told, and Harry sat with Ron, Clarke, and Hermione, away from the bustling center, trying not to think about tomorrow's game.

Because every time he thinks about it, he has a terrible feeling, as if there is a big winch in his stomach, which twists his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys together, making him always want to go to the toilet.

In his case, Clark said it was pre-exam syndrome, but even if he cast a mind spell on Harry, the effect was not obvious.

"Come on, Harry, you're fine." Hermione relieved, "At least Dementors won't be your problem now. ”

Harry nodded, and not long ago Clark had taught him an offensive spell, the Crushing Charm, which he hadn't mastered well, but it had given him enough confidence.

Ron encouraged him at this time, "You still have fire bolts!" ”

"Thank you...... Thanks......" Harry said, but his tone was still a little listless, and his stomach was cramping.

Fortunately, Wood stood up in time to announce that it was time for the team to turn off the lights and go to bed.

Before going to bed, Harry approached Clark and asked him to cast a calming spell on himself.

After receiving hypnosis and psychic suggestion, Harry felt a lot more comfortable, as if his mind was cleared at once, and he fell into a deep sleep almost the moment his head was on the pillow.

Harry slept until the next morning.

At breakfast that day, Harry was greeted with a round of applause as he entered the auditorium with the rest of the Gryffindor team.

The students at the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables were also applauding them, which was enough to show how bad Slytherin House was in popularity.

Harry couldn't help but smile happily, even as there was a boo at the Slytherin table.

"Eat more, we'll have a tough battle to fight in a while!"

Wood kept urging the players to eat more, but he didn't touch anything himself, and before the others finished eating, he hurriedly urged the players to get to the court early to familiarize themselves with the situation.

As Harry and the others left the auditorium, everyone applauded again.

"Good luck, Harry!" Cho Chang shouted, and Harry felt that his face must be red by now.

Clark and the others also followed the large group to the stadium, and the students in the stands had already prepared in advance, and most of the spectators wore bright red roses, waved magic flags painted with Gryffindor lions, or shouted "Come on, Gryffindor!" "The lion wins!" and other words.

In the entire stands, only behind the Slytherin goalposts, there were one or two hundred men wearing green ornaments, and silver snakes glittering on their flags.

Professor Snape, the dean of Slytherin, sat in the first row, also wearing green ornaments and a gloomy smile on his face.

Clark sat down at the top of the stands, where the view was the best, reminding the tall Hagrid to stand behind them, along with Ron's second brother, Charlie Weasley.

"It's really nostalgic," Charlie said as he watched the scene and remembered when he led Gryffindor to victory, "I feel like Gryffindor will win this time." ”

"That's great, to borrow your words." Hagrid grinned, his beard shaking.

In the broadcast of commentator Lee Jordan, the game officially began.

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