Chapter 47

Hermione pulled John to sit on the Gryffindor side, saying she wanted to explain a few more knowledge points to him.

But in the end, she didn't explain anything.

It seemed like she just purely wanted to eat with him.

It's just that in the end, John chatted happily with Neville instead.

Chatting happily was fine, after all, Hermione knew a little bit about everything, so she could basically participate in any topic.

But John suddenly started whispering to Neville and wouldn't talk to Hermione.

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

As a result, it turned into Hermione eating alone, while John and Neville whispered to each other on the side.

Hermione's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and she secretly swore in her heart that she would never bring John to Gryffindor to eat again.

At least not when Neville is there.

She ate with her head down, and the whispers of John and Neville kept coming into her ears.

At this moment, someone suddenly called Hermione's name.

"Hermione, my rabbit is really dead!"

The person who came was a girl with golden curly hair, her eyes red, and her voice choked with sobs.

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

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

This blonde girl was Hermione's roommate, Lavender Brown.

It turned out that in their first Divination class after school started, the Divination teacher, Professor Trelawney, had once predicted that Lavender's rabbit would die on October 16th.

Which happened to be today.

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

So she had always scoffed at Professor Trelawney's prophecies before.

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

But now Lavender's rabbit had actually died.

"I should have known to believe Professor Trelawney and asked her for help."

Lavender covered her face in sadness, tears swirling in her eyes, her voice choked.

"No, Lavender, this definitely has nothing to do with the prophecy in Divination class."

Hermione said decisively: "This is just a coincidence."

Lavender sobbed and shook her head: "But the date is so accurate, how could it be a coincidence?"

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

At this time, another voice sounded.

"Lavender, it's useless for you to tell Hermione these things; she doesn't believe in divination at all."

It was Ron who walked over to comfort Lavender.

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

"Alright, don't be sad."

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

Hermione rolled her eyes at this, not wanting to pay attention to these two.

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

Hermione became even angrier.

"Move."

Hermione stood up and pulled Harry to the side.

Then she sat down next to John herself.

Harry: "......"

Looking at the overbearing Hermione, Harry dared not be angry and dared not speak.

And John, who originally intended to take this opportunity to get to know Harry, was also speechless.

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

She had originally planned to eat alone with John.

It was bad enough that a Neville popped up and took John away.

Now three more idiots had popped up, each more annoying than the last.

Looking at Hermione's face, which was as dark as the bottom of a pot, one couldn't tell what she was angry about.

She couldn't be angry that someone else's rabbit died, right?

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

Hermione was stunned for a moment; looking at the plate of eggs with a smiley face, she was suddenly both angry and amused, and said somewhat speechlessly.

"Who eats eggs with ketchup?"

John scratched his head and smiled awkwardly: "Then I'll eat them myself."

Saying that, he was about to take the plate back.

But Hermione wasn't happy.

She slapped John's hand away and muttered: "Who said I'm not eating them."

Seeing this, John thought Hermione's anger had subsided.

As a result, he saw Hermione pick up a fork and stab it fiercely into the egg; that force didn't look like she had calmed down...

John couldn't help but shiver; thinking about it, he shouldn't have made Hermione unhappy.

Thinking this, John handed over a glass of juice.

Hermione took it and drank it in one gulp.

John breathed a sigh of relief and was about to speak, but Hermione suddenly put down the glass and looked at John.

"John, do you believe in divination prophecies?"

"Ah?"

Hearing Hermione's sudden question, John was stunned for a moment.

"I said..."

"Don't believe it!"

Hermione was just about to repeat it, and John finally reacted and answered very directly.

"You're not saying that just to cater to me, are you?"

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

"Definitely not."

"Hermione Senior, you know me; I'm not a person who believes in fate."

"If the God of Death wants me to die at the third watch, I'll slit my throat at the first watch; my main thing is being rebellious."

John said with his neck stiff, his eyes as firm as if he were about to join the party.

Hermione was amused by John's words.

People who don't believe in fate all say they want to defy heaven and change their fate, but this is the first time she's seen someone looking to die early.

Regardless of whether what John said was true or not, Hermione's mood suddenly improved a lot.

These words even amused Harry and Neville, who were on the side.

"Professor Trelawney also said I would die this year; should I also die early?"

Harry also followed the topic and laughed at himself.

However, Hermione suddenly stopped laughing.

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

That Sirius who escaped from Azkaban was coming to kill Harry.

The fact that Lavender's rabbit died made Hermione waver for the first time in her heart.

"Hey, there are many kinds of death: physical death, heart death, social death."

"It's not like you have to really die."

Hearing Harry's words, John waved his hand and said indifferently.

"The more you believe in divination, the more you will get trapped in it, turning a path of life into a dead end."

He really didn't believe in divination; perhaps in the magical world, prophecies really had some truth to them.

But that was all; even if the future was already destined, the path you take at this very moment is still chosen by yourself.

Hearing John's words, Harry actually started to think seriously.

John continued.

"Things like prophecies that can't be verified at all are just whatever people want to say."

"I also say I can read faces; Harry Senior, your forehead is dark, and you look like you're going to have a blood disaster."

"Later, I'll draw a talisman for you, burn it to ashes, and drink it with water, and you can break the disaster and solve the problem."

"For the sake of you being my senior, I'll just charge you 998 Galleons."

John rattled off a bunch of technical terms they didn't understand, and he sounded quite professional, leaving them stunned.

If John hadn't said the final 998 Galleons, Harry would have almost believed him.

But after this commotion by John, they all laughed.

They didn't mention anything about divination again.