After dinner, they returned to the Gryffindor common room.
Albert needs to go back to the dormitory to feed the cats first, and then take Tom to the common room for some fresh air, so that Tom can interact with other cats. It is not good for a cat to stay alone for a long time.
Fred, George and Lee Jordan were rarely quiet reading; the three of them needed to prepare useful information for their Potions essays.
There was no way out. Snape assigned them a moonstone essay on the first day of school, and it had to be submitted in the next Potions class.
Albert also said that he might not be free another day, so the three people who had just finished their meal had to write the paper together so as to avoid writing it themselves another day and wasting more time and energy on it.
"The properties of moonstone and its use in medicine. I think if I copy that in and write it a little bigger, I should be able to make it twelve inches long."
Several people put together the information they had found, looked at the length of the information and felt that it was about the same!
"I think it's better to find more. We can't copy all the information we find. It's best to start with its medicinal value. I remember that aphrodisiacs also need a small amount of moonstone... Um, Hermione, is there anything?" Albert was looking through the information found by the three people while constructing the overall structure of the paper in his head. He felt someone walking up to him, so he raised his head and looked at the person, and his eyes fell on the big ginger cat at the girl's feet.
"Your cat?"
"It's called Crookshanks," said Hermione. "I bought it in Diagon Alley during the summer vacation."
"He looks a bit old, and seems to have had a hard time in the past." Albert looked at Hermione's Crookshanks, reached into his pocket and took out a bag of dried fish, trying to use food to get closer to Crookshanks.
Meow!
Tom the cat, who was napping on the table, got angry when he saw Albert was going to give his food to other cats. He rushed to Crookshanks at a speed that was inconsistent with his size, protected Albert behind him, and stared at the big cat in front of him with a look as if he was guarding against a thief.
"Jealous."
Albert reached out and picked up the cat, scratched Tom's lower jaw and said, "I never realized you were so protective of your food before. Tom is such a petty person!"
Hermione was also startled and thought the two cats were going to fight.
When Albert reached out to pet Crookshanks, Tom would hold his hand down with his paw pad and make warning noises at Crookshanks.
"You're jealous, so cute!" Albert stopped teasing Tom, looked up at Hermione and asked, "What's the matter?"
"It's about the Divination class."
"Are you trying to say that Professor Trelawney is a liar?" George suddenly interrupted.
“Write your paper.”
Hermione was interrupted by George, but she was no longer embarrassed. She told Albert her thoughts directly: "I think the Divination class is confusing. There are many places that require guessing. This class always feels unreliable. Professor Trelawney even saw the omen of death from Harry's tea leaves."
"Porter still thinks that black dog is unlucky?" Albert asked casually as he put Tom on the ground.
"You know?"
"This summer, I ran into him while shopping in Diagon Alley. Potter asked me about it, and I told him it was just a stray dog." Albert said as he looked at Tom, who was staring at Crookshanks warily. "It seems that Potter hasn't let it go and is still scaring himself."
"I think it's a stray dog, too." Hermione seemed to have found some common topics and continued, "I think Professor Trelawney is pretending. Many people say she is a liar. This morning, she even predicted that Harry would die, but Professor McGonagall said that Professor Trelawney predicts that a freshman will die every semester..."
"To some extent, you are right," Albert said uncertainly.
"I'm a bit tempted to give up this class, it's a waste of my time." Hermione was very polite by not saying that Divination was rubbish. Although it was only one class, Divination gave Hermione a really bad impression.
Albert looked up into Hermione's eyes and asked with a smile, "Do you remember what Professor Trelawney said to you at the beginning?"
"She said it was the most difficult course, and warned us that without 'sight', there would be very little she could teach us, and that textbooks were useless." Hermione recalled what Professor Trelawney had said during the Divination class.
"What this means is that divination requires talent. If you don't have the talent, even if you spend time on it, you can only learn a little bit. That's why divination is the most difficult subject of all courses." Albert directly helped Hermione translate this sentence.
"It's just that Professor Trelawney likes to say it in a mysterious tone... Well, I think you should fully understand the meaning of that sentence now." Albert looked at Hermione's stunned expression and nodded with satisfaction.
"Is that really the case?" Hermione couldn't help but ask.
"Yes, there are actually very few wizards with a talent for divination. You could even say that there are very few." Albert said in a soothing voice. "Although it may sound a bit self-boasting, at present, apart from me, there is no other student with a talent for divination at Hogwarts School. Even if Isobel achieved excellent results in the divination exam, she still has no talent for divination. So you don't have to be sad. If you really don't have a talent for divination and don't want to learn some knowledge in the field of divination, it's okay to just give up."
"So Professor Trelawney isn't a liar?"
"No, she's a liar. Mystification has always been a common problem among fortune tellers, because predicting the future is very difficult." Albert gestured to Hermione to find a place where no one was around to talk about this.
After the two found a deserted place, Albert continued the previous topic, "Professor Trelawney is the great-great-granddaughter of the famous prophet Cassandra Trelawney. She actually has a gift for prophecy."
"But why do you say Professor Trelawney is a liar?" Hermione asked puzzled.
"Professor Trelawney can't use her gift of prophecy. Well, how should I put it? It's like you have a hundred Galleons, but you can't use them. So, Professor Trelawney can't see some future scenes through the crystal ball like me, so she has to act mysteriously to gain the trust of others. Most wizards actually don't believe in the so-called prophecy." Albert pointed this out to Hermione directly.
"Of course, we can learn more than just divination knowledge from Professor Trelawney. We can also learn some very practical skills."
"You mean Professor Trelawney's mysterious way of speaking?"
Hermione raised her eyebrows slightly. She felt that Albert learned his mysteriousness from Professor Trelawney, even though all of Albert's so-called predictions came true.
"Yes, this is one of them." Albert did not deny it. "Most wizards are actually unwilling to believe in divination, even if the prophecy comes true in the end. In the entire magical world, except for a small number of prophet masters who can truly predict the future, most fortune tellers are regarded as liars. So why not be mysterious? Maybe you can fool one or two people."
"You too? But can't you predict the future?" Hermione asked doubtfully, "Why do you have to be so mysterious?"
"I know you still doubt whether I am a liar. Don't argue. I understand." Albert raised his hand to signal Hermione that there was no need to argue. "One day, if I am really crowned as a master of prophecy, you will not think of me as a pretentious liar, but a respected 'prophet'."
"So, you're trying to become a prophet?" Hermione raised her eyebrows slightly.
"No, I'm just trying to make you accept that I'm a prophet." Albert corrected, "Because I can see part of the future, I can be considered a prophet."
"But... why?" Hermione didn't think Albert was a person who was greedy for fame and fortune.
"Because the words of a prophet and an underage wizard carry different weight."
"What's the weight of your words?"
Hermione obviously couldn't understand the meaning of this.
"You'll understand later." Albert didn't intend to explain.
"Do you know about Hagrid?" Hermione then remembered what happened to Hagrid.
"I expected this last semester and warned Hagrid, but he obviously didn't care," Albert said calmly.
"I thought you were going to say you had predicted this." Hermione raised her eyebrows slightly.
"Given Hagrid's character, I could have guessed it without a prophecy. I just didn't expect something to happen on the first day of school." Albert sighed helplessly.
"Is Hagrid going to be expelled?" asked Hermione.
"Won't."
Noticing Hermione's puzzled look, Albert explained: "Professor Dumbledore will vouch for Hagrid, so Hagrid will not be expelled."
"real?"
Harry and Ron happened to come out to find Hermione, and they heard Albert say that Hagrid would not be expelled.
"Potter, you should have some confidence in Professor Dumbledore," Albert said in a low voice, "Of course, old Malfoy won't give up. When they find that they can't cause trouble for Hagrid, they will naturally find other people to vent their anger on."
"Other objects?" the three asked doubtfully.
"That unfortunate Hippogriff will certainly be made the scapegoat," said Albert meaningfully.
"What's the meaning."
"It means that the Hippogriff will be killed for wounding someone." Albert looked at Harry calmly and pointed out, "Of course, if you want to save it, you can write to Minister of Magic Fudge and express your willingness to donate a large sum of Galleons to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries so that Fudge can immediately settle the matter. And you have to be quick, because the Malfoys are also not short of money. After they find that they can't cause trouble for Hagrid, they will use similar means to persuade Fudge."
Harry was stunned by the suggestion that Albert had bribed Fudge.
To be honest, Harry's impression of Fudge was actually pretty good.
"But... the Hippogriff is innocent." Hermione's eyes widened in disbelief.
"The Hippogriff injured Malfoy. As long as Lucius is willing to donate some money, the Dangerous Creatures Disposal Committee is willing to give it a title of madness and make it lose its head." Albert looked at the three stunned people and sneered, "Don't be surprised. This is politics. Politics has never had anything to do with justice."
"But... even if it goes to court..."
"The court is never a place to uphold justice. People use the court to defend the law, but the law is never equal to justice." Albert ruthlessly crushed the ridiculous thoughts in the three people's minds. "Don't look at me like that. My family are all lawyers. I have known these things since I was very young. Maybe it is cruel to you now, but the situation is probably like this. Don't hold on to any luck. Hagrid will not win the case."
"There's a light in Hagrid's window. I want to go downstairs to see him. It's still early..." Harry said suddenly. He instinctively wanted to avoid this cruel fact.
"I don't know if we're allowed to go out." Hermione looked at Albert uneasily, with pleading eyes, hoping that Albert would go with them to visit Hagrid.
"After dark, you'd better not wander around, especially you Potter. I heard that Black's target is you." Albert reminded.
"Sirius Black hasn't gotten past the Dementors and into the school yet, has he?" Harry said loudly.
"Well, I wish you good luck. By the way, say hello to Hagrid for me and tell him not to be sad. I will find a way to help him solve the problem." After saying this, Albert turned around and returned to the Gryffindor common room, leaving the three people looking at each other in bewilderment.