Chapter 197: Luo Fu's Invitation

Rolf didn't see Cassandra's portrait, but he got a prophecy, which was a worthwhile trip... Although he still can't understand the prophecy yet.锸

Well, to be more precise, he didn't understand it at all.

However, prophecies are often like this. They never speak human words properly, as if they are afraid that others will understand them. It is like an old Chinese medicine doctor's prescription. One day you understand it, you will feel that it is false.

After finishing the divination test, Rove walked out of the north tower and met Shirley and Hermione who were waiting for him.

The two girls had just finished taking the arithmetic test and were standing in the corridor, tilting their heads together and looking at their respective answers.

Luo Fu walked over and asked with a smile: "How did you two do in the exam?"

"Not so good, I failed in Arithmancy." Hermione sighed distractedly:

"I made at least one mistake in writing the number table. Shirley's answer was correct... Alas, I clearly reviewed similar expressions in "Numerical Science and Grammar" before the exam..." 锸

The little girl sighed, looking pitiful and wanting to cry without tears.

Luo Fu comforted him: "It's okay. You just need to do well in other subjects."

"But I didn't do well in other subjects either... My Defense Against the Dark Arts practical class... was a mess." Hermione wrung her hands together and said with a frown:

"I thought my Transfiguration exam was pretty good at the time, but looking back now...it was pretty bad too."

Rolf leaned back slightly, looked at Hermione with squinted eyes, and said, "You'd better tell yourself."

"It's just me." Hermione said dejectedly: "I seem to be failing every subject, what should I do?"

"You? Failed?!" Luo Fu said speechlessly: 锸

"Then let's make a bet. Let's bet on your score in this final exam."

"If you pass, even if you lose, you will do whatever I want you to do.

On the other hand, as long as I fail in one class, I will be considered a loser and I will be a cow and a horse for you for a week. How about that? It’s fair, right? "

Hermione bit her lip, thought for a long time, and finally shook her head and said:

"I won't bet on you. I thought about it and I feel like I did pretty well in the exam."

"It's not bad?!" Luofu laughed angrily after hearing this extreme statement from Versailles:

"Hermione, you'd better be really 'okay'. If when the results come out, you will be the first in your grade instead of failing every subject... Just wait and see!"

Hermione made a face at Rolf, then hid behind the ponytail girl, held her arm, and said with a coquettish smile:

"Shirley, look, he's threatening me! Let's deal with him together."

Shirley smiled brightly and asked softly: "Rolf, how did your divination test go?"

"Of course it's a perfect score. I have some talent in divination." Luo Fe boasted.

He then talked about what happened in the divination classroom and mentioned the prophecy left by Cassandra.

Shirley thought for a moment and said doubtfully:

"I don't understand the first sentence, 'Wait until the sun rises in the west and sets in the east'...Will the sun rise in the west?" 锸

"On Venus, the sun rises from the west." Hermione, a know-it-all, explained: "If it were on Earth..."

"If you fly from east to west by plane in high latitudes, and the plane's speed is faster than the local linear speed of the Earth's surface rotation, you can briefly see the sun rising from the west."

"What you said is so unmagical." Rolf shook his head, "Cassandra was a wizard from a thousand years ago, how could she know this."

"Then I don't know." Hermione frowned: "The dead will be resurrected, and the old devil will return again...Does it mean that the Dark Lord will be resurrected?"

But Rolf thought of Helena. If he resurrected Helena according to Cassandra's prophecy, it would be considered the resurrection of the dead.

As for the Old Devil... Grindelwald is also considered the Old Devil, right?

"Lions and snakes, eagles and badgers are all credible...but didn't you say that Slytherin killed Ravenclaw?" Shirley asked in a low voice.锸

"Well, this is what's weird about me." Rolf sighed softly. Slytherin who killed Ravenclaw couldn't be trusted, right?

Not to mention, the basilisk is most likely his Horcrux.

"Could this sentence mean that the four colleges are united and can be trusted?" Hermione guessed.

"It seems reasonable to say so." Luo Fe pondered.

He had never thought about this angle, but the pattern seemed to open up all of a sudden.

The three people discussed it for a while, but failed to come up with a convincing result, so they gave up the topic and continued to enjoy their leisure time after the exam.

On the last day before the holiday, the students’ results came out.锸

Hermione, who kept saying that she failed, was indeed in first place again. Even Shirley, who was in second place, was far behind Hermione in total points.

Hermione's behavior in Versailles is indeed teeth-gnashing.

Rove's performance fell directly behind him. Of course, this was not his problem, but Snape's problem.

Who asked him to give Rove a super low score.

Snape finally gave him a nod and did not give zero points directly, but this may also be the result of Dumbledore's intervention.

But it didn't matter, Hufflepuff House went into carnival mode to celebrate their third consecutive House Cup win.

The main reason for winning the championship this time was that the Hufflepuff team won the Quidditch Cup and ended up adding a lot of points.锸

At the final dinner, the hall was also decorated with Hufflepuff's black and gold curtains, and a jumping honey badger appeared on the magic ceiling.

When the dinner was about to end, Dumbledore stood up, looked at all the students, and smiled:

"Another year has ended, and this year is destined to be different.

There are no deaths in Hogwarts, and all the teachers and students are sitting here neatly, not one more, not one less.

Let's raise our glasses to celebrate this wonderful moment!"

Everyone laughed, clapped their hands desperately, and then raised the cups in front of them.

Dumbledore waited until everyone was quiet before continuing: 锸

"Of course, there is one regrettable thing, that is, our Professor Black has submitted his resignation report to me."

"Although I am reluctant to part with him, I still have to agree to this request for his safety."

"Don't be sad, everyone." Dumbledore smiled and said, "Parting is for a better meeting. Let's raise our glasses again and bless Professor Black."

Sirius stood up, bowed slightly to everyone, then picked up the wine glass in front of him and drank it all.

The whole hall was noisy again, and many students were surprised by this sudden news.

"I wonder who the school will arrange to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts next semester?" Neville said gloomily.

"Maybe a werewolf." McMillan said jokingly. 锸

Rolf's eyes flickered, and he suddenly thought of Barty Crouch Jr.

In the original time and space, Peter Pettigrew met Bertha Jorkins who was visiting relatives in Albania, and captured her to the Dark Lord.

Under the torture of Voldemort, he learned from Bertha that Barty Crouch Jr. was still alive.

This was a very coincidental thing.

But now Peter is dead, Voldemort can't know the news of Barty Crouch Jr., Barty Jr. shouldn't come to Hogwarts? !

In the second half of the year, can we spend a rare and stable semester?

...

The next day, all students boarded the Hogwarts Express and headed for King's Cross Station.

Sitting in the carriage, Rolf, Shirley and Hermione were talking about their plans for the summer vacation.

"Rolf, what about you? Are you going back to the United States this year?" Hermione asked.

"Not going back." Rolf shook his head and said, "I'm going to Austria with Dumbledore during the summer vacation to meet an old friend of his."

Rolf didn't know who that old friend was, but seeing Dumbledore's look, he was very excited, as if he was going on a blind date.

"How long will it take to come back?" Shirley asked softly. 锸

"I'm not sure about that." Rolf shook his head and said, "But I'm sure I can catch up with the Quidditch World Cup."

"Will you come too?" Rolf invited, "I'll ask Fudge for some tickets later."

"Yeah!" Hermione nodded excitedly and said, "My parents are very interested in Quidditch, they should be willing to watch the game."

"I have to go back to the monastery first." Shirley said with a frown, "But it may be difficult to come out this summer vacation."

"Why?" Hermione asked.

"I sneaked out the year before last and last summer vacation." Shirley sighed slightly: "This year, the maids will definitely keep a close watch on me and won't let me be left alone." 锸

Magic is not allowed outside the school, and if Shirley is strictly watched, even the room where she sleeps at night will be locked, it will be difficult for her to leave the monastery.

"It's okay, I'll pick you up from your monastery in person when I come back from Austria." Rove blinked and said, "Give me your address."

"You're going to the monastery?" Shirley's eyes widened.

"Why?" Rove held the back of his head with both hands, leaned back on the chair, and smiled, "Are you not welcome to visit the place where you grew up?"

"No...just..."

Shirley bit her lip.

She quickly took out a feather pen, pulled up the boy's palm, and quickly wrote an address on the palm.锸

The ponytail girl raised her bright and beautiful face, looked at Rolf, smiled sweetly, and said expectantly:

"Rolf, I'll wait for you!"

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——Granger's Time Converter Volume, the end!