Chapter 316: Shenming Temple Completed, Divination Test
"We don't need help." Ron looked at the white mist in the crystal ball and said indifferently, "The omen is obvious, there will be heavy fog at night."
Professor Trelawney was slightly displeased when she heard this.
She sat directly at their desk and examined the crystal ball.
A moment later, she looked up at Harry, "It is here, misfortune is coming for you."
"Oh my goodness, can we please not talk about misfortune? This is too ridiculous," Hermione said, a little speechless.
"My dear," Professor Trelawney grabbed Hermione's hand, looked at the lines on her palm, and whispered, "From the moment you stepped into my classroom, I felt you lacked the qualities required for Divination magic.
Though you are young, your heart is withered, like an old maid; your soul is as dry as the paper of these books, these books you diligently study."
As her words fell, Hermione's breathing became more and more rapid.
She stood up directly and walked straight out of the classroom. She had truly had enough of Divination Classand didn't want to waste any more time on it.
"Did I say something?" Trelawney asked, a little puzzled.
"No." Aaron shook his head, "You just said what I wanted to say but never did.
Also, Easter is coming soon, and your prophecy has come true; Hermione will leave us, but this might not be a bad thing for her."
...For the next week, Hermione indeed did not appear in Divination Class.
However, even with one less elective, the remaining four classes still left her breathless.
In contrast, Aaron was much more relaxed; the thought form was a cheating tool.
Besides the four elective courses, he also arranged more than half of the compulsory courses for the thought form.
Although this would slightly delay the Chamber of Secretsrenovation plan, it was harmless, as for now, he only went there when practicing magic.
The Quidditch final began on Saturday, Gryffindor versus Slytherin.
Due to Slytherin's current lead, to win the Quidditch Cup, the Gryffindor team had to catch the Golden Snitch only after leading by fifty points.
The score difference between the two houses fluctuated around the fifty-point line, until Harry finally seized the opportunity. Within a dozen seconds of Gryffindor leading by sixty points, he used the speed of his firebolt to get the Golden Snitch a step ahead of Draco.
After seven years, Gryffindor finally won the Quidditch Cup.
Wood was so excited he was in tears, feeling that his graduation would have no regrets. The other team members also hugged each other, letting out roars of victory.
The other Gryffindors were even crazier, rushing onto the field almost the instant Harry caught the Golden Snitch. Even Percy, usually so serious, was excitedly jumping up and down, and Professor McGonagall was holding the Gryffindor banner, wiping away tears of joy. The scene was comparable to a national liberation.
"Lost." Aaron looked at the angry Draco and teased, "Don't you feel particularly resentful?"
"This isn't fair." Draco slammed his fist against the wall, "He was riding a firebolt, which is much faster than a Nimbus. I was just that close."
"In a sense, it is fair." Aaron spread his hands, "In previous years, Slytherin relied on equipment to dominate. You can't accept it when the situation is reversed.
Compared to Slytherin's inevitable decline from its peak, Gryffindor is experiencing a turn for the better after reaching its lowest point."
Draco snorted, "Hundreds of people hugging and crying, truly shameless."
"When you get carried away, you're not much better than them." Aaron laughed, "They've been suppressed for seven years, so it's only natural for them to erupt once."
"But we lost an eight-game winning streak," Draco said with some regret, but then he suddenly thought of something, and his expression brightened a bit, "They can only be happy for now."
"What do you mean?"
"Hagrid lost the appeal. That Hippogriff was sentenced to death and will be executed before the end of this semester."
Hearing this, Aaron frowned slightly and turned to look at Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Rubeus Hagrid, who were surrounded by a crowd of Gryffindors on the field.
"A word of advice, don't mention this in front of them.
Otherwise, you'll definitely get beaten, and if you then complain to Mr. Malfoy, I won't be able to stay out of it."
"You wouldn't really stick up for them just because of this, would you?"
"What do you think?" Aaron rolled his eyes, "Rubbing salt in a wound, you deserve to get hit."
"Alright, alright, I get it, I promise not to provoke them, okay!"
"That's for the best."
...Slytherin common room, Gaius's Chamber of Secrets.
Aaron was comfortably soaking in a hot tub, with two words on his face: contentment.
Abey was swimming in a large pool; it was quite a struggle for a dragon to do the dog paddle.
"Well done." Aaron communicated with the thought formtelepathically, "In just a few months, you've transformed the base into a simple palace, even creating a hot spring pool. Truly worthy of me!"
"This is the charm of magic, the result of using water-attribute magic arrays and fire-attribute magic arrays in combination." The thought form chuckled, "However, it would be best to have Gines send over some high-quality magic crystals, otherwise, to operate some functions of this base, we would have to rely on our magic power supply. I can't be a giant power bank, can I!"
"I thought so too." Aaron nodded slowly, "But exam week is coming soon, so let's wait until next semester!"
"Naturally."
"Is there anything else you need?"
"There is indeed." The thought form tapped the armrest of the throne, "It also needs a name. It's been transformed into a palace, so it can't still be called a secret base or a Chamber of Secrets, that's too vulgar.
So I want to name it..."
"Shenming Hall." Aaron preempted him, "Although there's a suspicion of plagiarism, this name is indeed good, and it's also fitting given the magic applied to this palace."
The thought form smiled, "The main body always knows what the thought form is thinking."
Aaron shrugged and silently opened the system's task panel.
"Help Harry Potter find the murderer of his parents; complete the task and receive 500 magic points; accepted."
"Alas!"
Aaron sighed slightly. Although the reward was a bit small, even a mosquito's leg is still meat!
He had diligently signed in for half a year and had accumulated eighteen hundred magic points. As long as he completed this task and persevered for another month or so, he would be able to buy a nija mask.
By then, he would be able to control a ninja corps with full loyalty, unafraid of pain and death. Just thinking about it made his heart pound...Exam week started on Saturday.
This was not an issue for Aaron; exams were easy.
He passed compulsory courses like Transfiguration Class, Potion Class, Defense Against the Dark Arts Class, History of Magic, and Herbology with almost full marks, but there was a slight unexpected turn in the elective course exams.
Care of Magical Creatures, Muggle Studies, and Ancient Runes were no problem for him, but Divination Classrequired a bit more attention.
Professor Trelawney called students into her office one by one, asking them to observe the crystal ball and perform Divination according to "Unfogging the Future."
Everyone who came out acted mysteriously; no matter how they were asked, they refused to reveal any part of the exam content.
Aaron stood on the stair landing, quietly practicing a Forbidden Magic array that only a Saint Magister could use, using a notebook.
The elemental power drawn by this magic was ten times stronger than that of the ultimate magic array, and it also had corresponding variations, but Wehert had not taught him yet, probably after the holidays.
Harry and Ron stood in front of him, both with a hint of nervousness and worry on their faces.
"I suddenly feel Hermione was right, she's just an old fraud," Ron said disdainfully.
Harry also nodded, indicating his agreement.
"Whether you're a top student or a struggling one, everyone treats subjects they dislike this way." Aaron shook his head, "I actually think Professor Trelawney has enough genuine talent, you just can't see it."
"It's easy for you to say!" Ron rolled his eyes, "We're not like you with such aptitude. In her words, half of our inner eye is blind, and the other half is blocked by a thick fog."
"I think so too." Harry said seriously, "If her Divination is really that powerful, then she should just grade us according to the Divination results, why go to all this extra trouble."
Aaron's mouth twitched, utterly speechless.
Grading based on Divination? You really dare to dream!
"Ron Weasley." Professor Trelawney's voice came from upstairs.
Ron's face fell, and he climbed the silver ladder.
He came out more than twenty minutes later, then gave Harry a speechless look, "I don't even know what I said."
"Harry Potter."
"See you in the common room." Harry took a deep breath and climbed the ladder.
Aaron was the last one. As he waited silently, ProfessorTrelawney's voice suddenly came from upstairs, but it was hoarser and more grating than usual.
"Tonight he will return. Tonight, the one who betrayed his friends, the one who became a murderer, will break free from his chains, and the blood of the innocent will flow.
The Dark Lord will return with the help of his servant, stronger and more terrifying than before..."
"Holy... shit..."
Aaron hastily closed his notebook and quickly ascended the silver ladder.
Upon entering the Divination Class Professor's office, Professor Trelawney was rubbing her throat, and Harry Potter stood beside her, but his face was pale, devoid of any color.
Aaron looked at Harry, and seeing him shake his head slightly, his heart sank a few points.
The prophecy just now was most likely made by ProfessorTrelawney in an unconscious state, but the accuracy of such prophecies is often not low.
"Gaius, I don't think I called you up, did I?" ProfessorTrelawney frowned in a daze, "But never mind, it's your turn anyway."
"Alright, child, that's enough!" Trelawney sighed at Harry, "A little disappointing, but I believe you did your best."
Harry walked out in a daze. As he passed Aaron, he paused slightly, "You heard it too?"
Aaron nodded, hesitating to speak, "Actually, Divination sometimes isn't necessarily accurate."