Hogwarts: A little lion in the skin of the Eagle School

Hermione pulled John to sit with her in Gryffindor, saying she wanted to explain a few more points to him.

But in the end, nothing was said.

It seems like she simply wanted to have dinner with him.

However, John ended up having a lively conversation with Neville instead.

If they get carried away with the conversation, that's fine, since Hermione knows a bit about everything, so she can participate in basically any topic.

But John suddenly started whispering to Neville instead of Hermione.

He even openly distanced himself from Hermione, saying they needed to talk about some secrets between boys.

In the end, Hermione ate alone, while John and Neville whispered among themselves.

Hermione's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and she secretly vowed never to bring John to Gryffindor for dinner again.

At least he didn't come when Neville was around.

She ate in silence, the whispers of John and Neville constantly ringing in her ears.

Suddenly someone called out Hermione's name.

"Hermione, my bunny is really dead!"

The person who came was a girl with blonde curly hair, her eyes were red, and her voice was trembling with tears.

"Professor Trelawney's prediction has come true..."

John and Neville also noticed the commotion, and Neville immediately explained to John what had happened.

This blonde girl is none other than Hermione's roommate, Lavender Brown.

It turned out that during their first divination class of the semester, Professor Trelawney, the divination teacher, had predicted that Lavender's rabbit would die on October 16th.

It happens to be today.

Hermione frowned when she heard Lavender's words; she didn't believe in so-called divination or prophecy at all.

Therefore, I had always scoffed at Professor Trelawney's predictions.

Even when Lavender came to Hermione for help, she told him directly not to be superstitious.

But now Lavender's rabbit has actually died.

"I should have trusted Professor Trelawney and asked her for help."

Lavender covered her face sadly, tears welling in her eyes, her voice choked with sobs.

"Brahmund, this definitely has nothing to do with the prophecy in the divination class."

Hermione said firmly, "It's just a coincidence."

Lavender shook her head, sobbing, "But the date was so precise, how could it be a coincidence?"

Hermione didn't know how to answer that for a moment.

Then another voice rang out.

"Lavender, it's no use talking to Hermione about this; she doesn't believe in divination at all."

Ron came over and offered Lavender a word of comfort.

But hearing Ron's words, Lavender became even more heartbroken and leaned on Ron's shoulder.

"Okay, don't be sad."

Ron patted Lavender's shoulder gently to comfort him, and the two sat down in a nearby seat.

Hermione rolled her eyes at this, deciding not to pay any attention to the two of them.

Looking back, she found that Harry had arrived at some point and was sitting between her and John, chatting and laughing with John.

Hermione became even angrier.

"Get out of the way."

Hermione stood up and pulled Harry aside.

Then she sat down next to John.

Harry: "..."

Looking at the domineering Hermione, Harry dared not be angry or speak out.

John, who had originally planned to take this opportunity to get to know Harry, was equally speechless.

Hermione, on the other hand, grew angrier the more she thought about it.

I had originally planned to have dinner alone with John.

It's one thing for Neville to suddenly appear and steal John away.

Now three more idiots have appeared, each one more infuriating than the last.

Looking at Hermione's face, which was as black as the bottom of a pot, I have no idea what she's angry about.

We can't just get angry and let the rabbit die, can we?

After hesitating for a moment, John took a plate of exquisite sunny-side-up eggs, drew a smiley face on them with ketchup, and pushed it in front of Hermione.

Hermione paused for a moment, looking at the plate of fried eggs with smiling faces on them, and was both annoyed and amused, saying somewhat speechlessly.

Who puts ketchup on their fried eggs?

John scratched his head and gave an awkward laugh: "Then I'll eat it myself."

He was about to take the plate back when he said that.

However, Hermione was not happy about it.

She slapped John's hand away, muttering, "Who said I wasn't going to eat?"

Seeing this, John assumed Hermione had calmed down.

Then Hermione picked up a fork and slammed it hard into the fried egg, the force of which didn't seem like she was trying to calm down...

John couldn't help but shudder. He thought and thought, and realized that he probably hadn't upset Hermione.

Thinking this, John handed him another glass of juice.

Hermione took it and drank it all in one gulp.

John breathed a sigh of relief and was about to speak when Hermione suddenly put down her cup and looked at John.

"John, do you believe in divination and prophecy?"

"what?"

John was taken aback by Hermione's sudden question.

I said...

"I don't believe it!"

Hermione was about to repeat herself when John finally realized what was happening and answered very directly.

"You didn't say that just to please me, did you?"

Hermione narrowed her eyes, a hint of suspicion in them.

"Definitely not."

"Hermione, you know me. I don't believe in fate."

"If Death wants me to die at midnight, I'll slit my throat at dawn; my main theme is rebellion."

John said, his neck stiff, his eyes filled with a determination like someone wanting to join the Party.

Hermione was amused by John's words.

Those who don't believe in fate all claim to defy destiny and change their fate; this is the first time I've seen someone courting death prematurely.

Regardless of whether John was telling the truth or not, Hermione's mood improved considerably.

These words even made Harry and Neville, who were standing nearby, laugh.

"Professor Trelawney also said I'd die this year. Does that mean I'll have to die sooner?"

Harry joined in the conversation, giving a self-deprecating laugh.

But Hermione suddenly stopped laughing.

Because she knew that Harry was indeed in danger this year...

Sirius Black, who escaped from Azkaban, came to kill Harry.

The death of Lavender Rabbit caused Hermione to waver for the first time.

"Alas, there are many kinds of death: physical death, spiritual death, and social death."

"It's not like I have to actually die."

John waved his hand dismissively when he heard Harry's words.

"The more you believe in divination, the more you will get trapped in it, turning a path to survival into a path to death."

He genuinely didn't believe in divination, though perhaps in the magical world, prophecies did hold some truth.

But that's all. Even if the future is already predetermined, the path you choose to take at this moment is still your own decision.

After hearing John's words, Harry actually started to think about it seriously.

John continued.

"Prophecies are things that can't be verified at all, so people can just say whatever they want about them."

"I knew I could read faces, Harry. Your forehead looks dark; it looks like you're in for a bloody disaster."

"I'll draw a talisman for you later, burn it to ashes, and drink it with water. That will ward off disaster and bring good fortune."

"Since you're my senior, I'll only charge you 998 Galleons."

John rattled off a bunch of technical terms they couldn't understand, and he did it quite well, leaving them completely bewildered.

Harry would have almost believed it if John hadn't mentioned the final 998 Galleons.

But John's antics made them all laugh.

They didn't bring up the matter of divination again.