Vol 2 Chapter 668: Bad divination class

"But...no one attacked me all year," Harry said. "No one did anything to me—"
"Except for putting your name on the Cup of Fire list," Hermione said. "There must be a reason for them to do this. Harry, Snape is right. Maybe they are waiting for the opportunity, maybe their task is to catch you. ."
"Look," said Harry impatiently, "their purpose is obvious today, it is Mr. Crouch, but this relationship between me..."
"But what if you die during the mission?" Fanlin said suddenly.
"Yes, Harry, Crouch is the person in charge of the Three Witch Fighting Contest, and they attacked Mr. Crouch. It seems that Mr. Crouch escaped. They controlled Mr. Crouch early. It’s not difficult to understand that their goal is you, to get your name into the Goblet of Fire, perhaps through Mr. Crouch’s identity."
"So, what is their purpose? Kill me?"
"Harry, I don't understand either," Hermione said discouragedly. "I only know that a series of weird things are happening constantly. I don't like... Moody is right-Sirius is right-you should be right now Train for the third mission, right away. Also, you should stop Sirius's previous instructions, and we all try not to leave the castle..."
When Harry had to stay indoors, Hogwarts had never been so attractive to him. In the next few days, whenever he was free, he would go to the library with Hermione and Fanlin to check spells, or sneak into the classroom to practice.
Harry was concentrating on stun spells, which he had never used before. The trouble is to practice it, Ron, Fanlin and Hermione have to make sacrifices.
However, as long as Fanlin defends, it is Harry who suffers, which seems to affect Harry's practice effect.
In fact, Fanlin didn't want to waste time, Ron was perfectly qualified for this task.
"Can't we kidnap Mrs. Lorice (Felch's cat)?" Ron suggested at lunch Monday, lying on all fours in the middle of the spell room. He has been beaten by Harry five times in a row. Fainted and then woke up.
"Let's stun her a few times, or you can call Dobby, I bet he is willing to do anything for you, I am not complaining or something,"-he stood up cautiously, rubbing his back-" But my whole body hurts..."
"You don't always aim at the cushions!" Hermione said impatiently, re-adjusting the pile of cushions.
These cushions were left in the cupboard by Villifer and used to practice expulsion spells. "Try to fall backward!"
"When you are beaten up and confused, of course it is impossible to be accurate!" Ron said angrily, "Why don't you replace me?"
"Then, I think Harry has learned it." Hermione said hurriedly, "We don't have to worry about the'disarm' spell, he did it a long time ago... I think we should practice some of these spells tonight."
She looked down at their list in the library. "This looks good," she said. "The Obstacle Curse, it can stop those who want to attack you, Harry, let's start with this."
The bell rang, and they hurriedly stuffed the cushion back into the cupboard, and then slipped out of class.
"Let's see you at dinner!" Hermione said. She and Fanlin were going to Alismonsey, and Harry and Ron were going to the North Tower.
The golden beams of light passed through the skylights in the corridor; the sky outside was bright blue. It looks like a layer of glaze.
"Professor Trauni's room was as hot as it was going to boil. She never took the fire out." Ron said.
They walked down the stairwell to the silver ladder and trapdoor. He was right.
The dim room was strangely hot, and the smoke from the incense was thicker than before.
Harry's head went dizzy, so he opened a window curtain while Professor Trauni was looking elsewhere.
A light breeze came in, and he felt more comfortable, so he sat back in his chintz armchair.
"Everyone," Professor Trauni told everyone, sitting in her winged chair, her peculiar eyes widened, looking at everyone, "We have finished planetary divination. Today we have an excellent one. The opportunity to observe the activity of Mars, and now it is moving to a very interesting position. If you are all ready, I will turn off these lights..."
She waved her magic wand, all the lights went out, only the flames were beating.
Professor Trauni bent down and took out a miniature solar system covered in glass from under the chair.
It is a beautiful thing; many satellites are shimmering around the nine planets and the hot sun; they are all suspended in the air, and the air in the glass cover is very thin.
Harry watched lazily as Professor Trauni showed them that Mars was forming a fascinating angle with Neptune.
The thick cigarettes were drunk, and the breeze outside the window gently stroked Harry's face, as if he heard a bug buzzing behind the curtains. His eyelids began to fall...
He rode on the back of an owl, straight into the blue sky, and soon an old house covered with ivy appeared on the mountainside.
They flew lower and lower, and the wind was blowing comfortably on Harry's face. They flew in with a swish from a black and broken window on the second floor, through this gloomy corridor, and there was a room at the end... they entered the door, the room was really dark, and all the windows were nailed with wooden boards. died……
Harry climbed off the back of the owl... He tried to see what was in the room, and the owl flapped its wings and flew onto a chair with his back facing him... There seemed to be two dark shadows on the ground beside the chair... Constantly twisting... one of them is a giant snake... the other is an individual...
A thin man in black, with a pointed nose, trembling all over...He was panting on the carpet in front of the stove, sobbing...
"This is bad, Peters," a sharp, cold voice came from under the chair where the owl fell.
"At the same time ~EbookFREE.me~ you are also very lucky, really. Your mistake didn't ruin everything. He went crazy and his soul was shattered."
"My goodness!" the man on the ground gasped, "My goodness, I... I'm so happy... and sad..."
"Nagini," said the cold voice, "you are really unlucky, I can't give you Wintyre, after all...but it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter...and Harry Potter..." Giant Snake With a hissing sound, Harry could see his tongue vomiting.
"Now, Peters," said coldly, "just remind you why I can no longer bear your mistakes..."
"My God...no...I beg you..." A magic wand stretched out from under the chair, and it patted Peters.
Heart-cutting)." The cold voice said.
Peters screamed as if every nerve in his body was burning, Harry's ears were screaming, and the scar on his forehead began to burn; he also started to scream...
Voldemort would hear him, would know he was there...