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Chapter 221: Divination Talent?
Chapter 221: Divination Talent?
"Let's quickly find a suitable Runic Script", Hermione reminded them, "this class is very important. If you can find a Runic Script that suits you, I can give you extra tutoring..."
"Do you know all these Runic Scripts? These aren't theoretical Runic Scripts, but practical runes!" Ron exclaimed in surprise.
"Don't be silly, how could I know them all?" Hermione replied, "But I'll definitely learn faster than you two!"
After that, Harry and Ron became much more enthusiastic. It wasn't just them; the other young wizards were also very interested in this new and exciting way of learning.
Daphne Greengrass circled around a slender, greenish-black Runic Symbol, "I feel like it's speaking to me, but I can't quite hear it."
"That's enough to show something", a Gryffindor beside her said irritably, having found nothing useful so far. "Please, step aside."
Neville stretched out his pudgy hand toward a fiery red Runic Symbol, "Get lost, Longbottom", Draco said, flanked by his two cronies. He looked greedily at the Runic Script, which seemed to be the brightest of all.
Neville took a step back, but then stubbornly stayed in place, "I was here first", he muttered.
"What did you say? I didn't hear you. Maybe you want another taste of the Leg-Locking Curse?" Draco whispered threateningly.
"What's going on here?" Felix suddenly appeared. He had been keeping an eye on Neville.
"Nothing, Professor", Draco said with a restrained smile, "Longbottom might be crying over a poor performance in Potions."
Neville clenched his fists and said stubbornly, "I'm not crying." Tears welled up in his eyes.
"Malfoy, come with me", Felix said, "Everyone else, continue. Oh, Longbottom, I think the earth-colored Runic Script to your left would suit you well. You should try it."
He led Draco out of the classroom.
"Professor Hep", Draco said somewhat flustered. He wasn't afraid of losing points, but he dreaded copying two thick books again, a punishment he remembered all too well from last year.
But Felix calmly asked, "Malfoy, tell me, does bullying the weak give you any pleasure?"
"I, I..."
"Since your last detention, I haven't heard you use that word again, have I?"
Draco wanted to argue, but he felt like his thoughts were already known. "No", he said softly.
That word was "Mudblood."
"That's good, isn't it? I've always thought you were a clever student. The idea of using a scarf to drag a Dark Magic item showed that."
Felix continued, "I believe you can do much more than that, Malfoy. Prove it to me."
When Draco returned to the classroom, Pansy Parkinson immediately approached him, "Draco, were you docked points or given detention?"
"No", Draco said blankly, "The Professor praised me."
Later that afternoon, the Rune Club's recruitment poster, which had been up for weeks, was finally replaced with a long list.
"Only seven people in the first tier."
A young wizard muttered, "Hermione Granger, Fred Weasley, George Weasley—three from Gryffindor alone."
"Pretty normal. Granger is the Assistant in Runes class. It's said she's proficient in more than one practical rune and has a rough mastery of over a hundred. She can easily break the armrest of a solid wood chair. And those twins, have you heard of the Lover's Mirror?" his friend said.
"Hehe—how to put it, I've already reserved mine, but I won't get it until Halloween."
"Fast work, I was still hesitating!"
"First come, first served."
"Who are the others?"
"Hufflepuff has only one, Cedric Diggory, who is indeed the best. Ravenclaw has two, and Slytherin has one—the prefect surnamed Jeffrey, who's usually quite arrogant."
On the third-floor staircase of the castle, Felix was talking to a young girl with messy golden hair. Her wand was tucked behind her left ear.
Luna Lovegood handed him two pieces of parchment.
“What’s this?” Felix asked as he took them.
“It’s my essay, but I only wrote two feet, so it’s not enough in terms of word count.”
“Do you want me to help you cheat your way through? You’re not old enough for that.” Felix smiled.
“No, I was worried you’d be sad if no one signed up, so I wrote a bit. I went to check on the day of the assessment, and there were a lot of people, so I didn’t go in.” Luna shook her hair. “I even suggested that Ravenclaw students sign up.”
Felix looked at her with a strange expression. “I’ve heard more than one Ravenclaw student say that a second-year student was going around promoting the Rune Club.”
“That’s my nickname, Loony. I don’t think it’s that bad.”
“Thank you, Miss Lovegood.”
“We are friends, aren’t we?” She looked at him as if seeking confirmation.
“Of course, Luna.”
Luna smiled. “By the way, there’s something I want to ask you…”
Felix looked at her. “As long as I know.”
“A few days ago, I met a professor who kept inviting me to be her assistant.”
Felix suspected he had heard wrong. This tactic sounded so familiar. Which professor had learned this from him and wanted to be lazy?
“Who invited you?” he asked.
“I don’t know her; I’ve never seen her before.” She shook her head.
“Can you at least describe what she looks like?”
“She was wearing a beautiful insect-themed glasses, a shiny, transparent shawl, and she had more bracelets on her wrist than I do,” she described seriously, emphasizing, “A lot more!”
Felix heard this and it sounded so much like Sibyl Trelawney. However, the Trelawney Luna described was overly beautified. He had to admit, Ravenclaw students did have a way with words…
He looked at Luna carefully and asked, “How did you run into her?”
Luna Lovegood was only in her second year, so it was unlikely she would have any contact with Sibyl Trelawney.
“That day, I came out of Classroom Seven and, with nothing to do, I wandered around the castle. On the eighth floor, I met a very interesting knight portrait—he was looking for a lost horse. We chatted a bit, and he told me there was a free performance in the trapdoor room in the North Tower.”
“You’re talking about Trelawney? I didn’t know she had a passion for performances.” Felix was a bit skeptical, but Trelawney’s quarters were indeed at the top of the North Tower, connected to her Divination classroom.
Luna nodded first, then adopted a frightened expression. “It was… ominous… dear, don’t make me say it!” She then said seriously, “It was that kind of performance. Honestly, I’m not very good at it.”
Felix’s face was expressionless. “What happened next? She can’t have picked you just because you saw her… performance, right?”
“No, she seemed a bit excited—maybe I interrupted her. Later, she said I might have a Third Eye and invited me to be her assistant.”
Felix asked, “Have you heard of the Divination class?”
“Yes,” Luna blinked her light-colored eyes. “It’s one of the elective courses for third year, but I’m not planning to take Divination.”
“Why not?”
“I prefer looking at the stars. A Centaur friend taught me astrology and even gave me some sage and mallow. When burned, they attract a group of smoke-like creatures that make predictions by twisting into various shapes.” Luna explained.
He guessed she was talking about observing the shapes of smoke.
“And I’ve already decided to take Ancient Runes and Care of Magical Creatures next year. The schedules might conflict.”
(End of Chapter)
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