Vol 2 Chapter 535: S.P.E.W

In fact, Fanlin's divination class should really be abandoned just like Hermione.
Especially when he stared at the crystal ball, Fanlin couldn't see any future, instead he kept analyzing the structure of the crystal ball.
This looks like a daze, in fact, it is exactly the same.
What Professor Trauni said before, Fanlin didn't even hear.
To be honest, in the past, Fanlin was able to compile bad predictions based on the things in the prophecy book, but now, Fanlin can only be the same as Harry...
Predict your own death? The more miserable the death, the better...
This has always been a repertoire of divination lessons.
Traoni likes to watch this, everyone knows it, so although Harry and Ron's divination class scores are not very good, it can indeed be seen in the past.
Or, try it through alchemy?
Fanlin was taken aback for a moment, this thought was a bit scary.
He remembered the attack on Nicolae May that day, and the whole alchemy basin burst open.
What does this indicate, and what kind of things will he provoke in the future?
The weather was still a bit bad and slightly hot, which made Fanlin feel a little uncomfortable, if you could let Harry and Ron sit farther.
In the words of two people, Fanlin is simply a human-shaped self-propelled cooling device.
He is... a public refrigerator?
If possible, Fanlin would be happy to use magic to clean Harry thoroughly, but since the spell failed that day, Fanlin knew that he could not use magic.
He was afraid that Moody would notice this, and if he was using magic power or something, his recovery would be delayed a lot.
This is bad.
Fanlin once thought that Moody was played by a vampire, but judging from the interest he showed, it didn't seem like a vampire would do.
He promised Fanlin to teach students how to fight against vampires?
If you talk about a vampire, you will never be interested in such a thing.
Or simply imitating Moody?
This Defence Against the Dark Arts professor looks more like a Death Eater, guard against Fanlin, and interest in Harry?
Fanlin would not believe that these vampires were loyal to Voldemort as soon as they joined Voldemort's camp.
Tefrey has also said that they are only working with Voldemort. Although this may seem impractical, this is the idea of ​​their leader.
So far, Fanlin didn't want to understand what Voldemort's body could attract these vampires.
strong force?
This is a ridiculous statement. Voldemort barely has a body now. Even if he has a body again, there are still many people who can compete with him head-on.
Voldemort's reliance was nothing more than his own magic power and a way to escape death.
But these vampires obviously don't need these.
As long as there is blood to eat, the strength is replenished, it is not difficult to sleep for a thousand years.
Maybe Tefrey is an old ghost for hundreds of years. The person who can be the leader of the vampire must be one of the best in the group, and...and...
Who knows what is going on with these vampires?
They have been hiding for a long time, and there are very few vampires that occasionally show up in Albania or in some dark wizard gathering places.
The long lifespan determines their isolation.
Fanlin had always wanted to figure out the purpose of these vampires, but Fanlin found that Voldemort had nothing to attract these vampires.
It feels terrible, I completely lose my mind.
In Fanlin's view, Voldemort's return after the loss of Peter Pettigrew would be delayed for a while, but Fanlin never expected Voldemort to move so fast.
Something unexpected.
The only thing Fanlin can think of now is Nick Lemay.
In Nicolae May's collection room, the ring of the vampire and the golden compass made by Nicolae May.
What exactly do these vampires need to do?
The golden compass is a powerful seal prop, but what does the vampire want to do?
Seal yourself up?
Well, this is indeed somewhat impractical.
So, what exactly is this?
Fanlin fixed his eyes on the crystal ball. He hoped he could see something, but he gave up soon.
This is unrealistic, my soul is too rational, in the words of Professor Trauni...
"You have a young body, but what I feel is that your soul is as dry as an old woman in her eighties..."
Hermione didn't smash the crystal ball on Professor Trauni's face. It was really Professor Traoni's fate.
What if it is changed to Fanlin?
"Don't stare at the crystal ball. It's useless at all. Maybe we should think of a way to deal with this astronomy assignment. Just like that prophecy, why are they all Professor Trauni."
Ron spread his hands helplessly, "Accept your fate, brother, the soul of an 80-something old man..."
After speaking, Ron buried his head again.
Fanlin shook his head, homework must be completed, although other...
Time is turning every minute...
"I don't have a clue what this stuff means." Harry said, staring at the long list of data.
"You know," Ron said, his hair all on one side, because he kept flicking his hair when he was confused, "I think it's time to use the old trick from last year."
"What, making up?", "Yes," Ron said. He swept away the messy notes on the table, dipped the pen into the ink, and started writing.
"Next Monday," he said as he wrote, "I might have a cough due to the unfavorable effects of Mars and Jupiter," he looked up at Harry, "you know—as long as you tell a lot of pain, she will accept it. of."
"Yeah," Harry said. He crumpled the results of his previous efforts and threw it over the heads of a group of first-year students who were chatting and fell into the fire.
"Okay... On Monday, I'm in danger of-um-being burned."
"Yes, you would be like that," Ron said fiercely. "We are going to see the fried snails again on Monday. Well, on Tuesday, I will...um..."
"Lost a precious thing." Harry flipped through "Unplug the Fog of the Future" to find inspiration.
"Good idea," Ron said, writing this one. "Because of Mercury, why don't you write that someone you think is a friend stabbed in the back?"
"Yes... yes..." Harry said, quickly making a note of, "because... Venus is in the twelfth house."
"Wednesday, I think, I will be defeated in battle."
"Ah, I'm going to fight someone else. By the way, I lose the bet."
"Right, just say you bet, I will win the fight..."
………………
This...this seems to be the only way, it's really bad, maybe he can go to Muggle courses if he learns the constellation, at least that is much more reliable than Professor Bitterlawney.
The ghost knows when Professor Trauni will enter the state of prophecy.
They continued to do their homework for one hour (it became tragic later). The people around went back to sleep. The hall slowly became empty. Crookshanks walked towards them and gently sat on an empty seat. Looking at a few people, the expression was puzzling, as if she knew that they hadn't done their homework well.
Harry looked around the room, trying to find out the misfortune he hadn't used yet.
Fanlin was flipping through the book, and it seemed that it was really difficult for him. Harry had never seen Fanlin worry about homework.
He saw Fred and George sitting together against the opposite wall, heads to each other, with the quill pen placed outside, they were studying a small piece of kraft paper intently. It was strange that Fred and George would hide in the corner and bury their heads. Learn? They are usually in the center, in the noisy focus of attention, and they study the look of the piece of paper a bit cryptic.
Harry remembered how they used to sit together and write some bad things on the paper. That time he thought it was another order formula for wizard hilarious bullets, but this time it didn’t look like it. If that were the case, they would definitely The one who teased Lee Jordan, he suspected that it was related to participating in the Three Witch Fighting Competition.
Harry was watching. George shook his head at Fred, wrote something with a quill, and then spoke quietly, although his voice was very small, but he could be heard in this almost empty room.
"Don't, it would appear that we are condemning him, so be careful..."
George looked around and saw Harry looking at him. Harry grinned and quickly continued his prediction-he didn't want George to think he was eavesdropping. Soon after, the twin brothers rolled up their kraft paper and said Good night, climbed into bed.
About 10 minutes after Fred and George left, the hole behind the portrait opened, and Hermione climbed into the big room, holding a stack of kraft paper in one hand and a box in the other. The contents of the box rattled as she moved.
Crookshanks hunched his back, venting his happy meows.
Fanlin wanted to call two sights like that too~
Well, this idea is too dangerous.
"Hello." Hermione said, touching Crookshanks's back softly. "I just finished."
"I'm done too." Ron dropped the quill and announced triumphantly.
"It's not going well next month," she said mockingly, and Crookshanks shrank on her knees.
"Well, at least I made a prediction." Ron yawned.
"It looks like you fell and drowned twice," Hermione said.
"Me?" Ron said, looking at his prophecy, "I'd better change one of them to let a rampage Shipgriffe step on it."
"Don't you think it's a bit self-evident that you are making up?"
"You dare to say that!" Ron pretended to be angry. "We work here like school elves."
Hermione raised her brow.
"It's just a paradigm." Ron said quickly. Harry had just finished writing his prediction about his beheading and death, and put down his quill.
Fanlin stood up to soothe his body, and calmly put his homework in the space debris. He didn't want to be seen by Hermione, if he made it up...
"What's in the box?" Fanlin asked, pointing.
"I didn't expect you to ask, it's funny." Hermione looked at the three people maliciously and said.
She opened the lid and showed them the contents.
There are about 50 badges inside, all of which are different in color but all have the words S.P.E.W.
"Vomiting?" Harry picked up a badge and looked at it. "What is it for?"
"It's not vomiting," Hermione said impatiently. "It's S-P-E-W, which represents the Wizard Welfare Promotion Association!"
"Never heard of it." Ron said.
"Hey, of course you haven't heard of it," Hermione said immediately, "I just started it."
"Huh?" Ron was surprised, "how many members have you recruited?"
"Well, if you two participate, there will be four in total." Hermione said.
"Four?" Fan Lin was taken aback for a moment, his head couldn't turn around.
"Of course," Hermione said, "you and me, then Harry and Ron are joining, you promised me..."
Silence is a virtue, but Fanlin does not remember when he promised.
Maybe Fred and George poured a few glasses of butterbeer?
"Do you think we want to swagger around with these badges? Say'spew'?" Ron said.
"SP-EW," Hermione said angrily, "I want to stop the abuse of magical creatures equal to ours, and launch a campaign to change their legal status, but it's not the time yet. That's the master of our declaration. Gang."
She waved the stack of kraft paper at them, "I did a careful research in the library. The bad habit of enslaving elves can be traced back to a century ago. I don't believe I was indifferent to it before."
"Hermione—listen," Ron said loudly, "They like being enslaved, they like being enslaved!"
"Our short-term goal," Hermione's voice was louder than Ron, as if she hadn't heard anything just now, "is to guarantee the wages and working conditions of the servant elves. Our long-term goal includes changing the law to prohibit the abuse of the wand. And to catch a little elf, you must enter the Department of Living Standards and Control."
"Then how do we do this work?" Harry asked ~EbookFREE.me~ We started from recruiting members," Hermione said happily, "I want the Weasley brothers to join and buy a badge. This procedure is fine. Raising funds for our promotional activities, Fanlin, you are the treasurer, I have prepared a donation box for you, upstairs-Harry, you are the secretary, so you have to write down everything I say now , As the record of our first meeting. "
"Meeting minutes?"
Harry swears that he hasn't done any recording work in his life, even he can't even take class notes, and now let him do this kind of meeting minutes?
Very embarrassing thing.
"Ron, you are responsible for enlisting members, as... Minister of Propaganda..." Hermione nodded, and it seemed that such an assignment made Hermione very satisfied.
Everyone didn't speak. Ron looked at Hermione with a dying mood. It was really embarrassing. There was no sound in the hall, and even Hermione couldn't find anything to say.
Naturally, Fanlin didn't dare to speak indiscriminately. After Hermione said whatever she wanted, the meeting was adjourned. Several talents are like being amnesty...