Griselda Marchbank lived a long time and was a veteran member of the Wizengamot. In the wizarding world, where the older you are, the more respected you are, Professor Marchbank's connections and influence are no less than Professor Dumbledore's.
Albert took this opportunity to prove his identity as a prophet.
Prophets, or seers, actually have a very high status in the magic world, and Albert happens to have this ability. He also needs the title of prophet to increase his reputation, improve his status in the magic world, and reduce the resistance he may encounter in the future.
And reputation is something that needs to be carefully managed.
Whether in terms of connections or reputation, Professor Marchbank, an old friend of Albert's who has a good relationship with him, is the best choice at the moment.
Let the other party see it with their own eyes, and the follow-up will be much easier.
After meeting Fred, George and Lee Jordan again in the common room, the three of them couldn't help but complain to Albert, "I don't know why we chose this stupid subject in the first place. It should be thrown into the trash can, which is its best destination."
"Because divination class allows you to be lazy and slack off." Albert stabbed the three men in the waist with a smile.
"Ahem, anyway, at least we can give it up now." Lee Jordan coughed lightly and began to take the lead in talking about what happened in the divination exam.
He didn't know how to read palms at all, so during the exam he could only make up something to get by.
In fact, many students are like this.
Divination
No, no, isn't that a trick
Even Professor Trelawney is recognized by everyone as a liar. Students taught by a liar professor are naturally not serious students.
"That..."
"Professor Marchbank." Albert added.
"Yes, Professor Marchbank, she is actually very old. I suspect she may be older than Professor Dumbledore, so I..." George grabbed Lee Jordan's hand and said seriously, "You have a long life, but it is coming to an end. Judging from the lifeline, you should be able to live another five years."
Lee Jordan pulled his hand back and couldn't help but complain: "Can you tell which one is the lifeline?"
"Of course I can understand it. That's the one." George looked at Lee Jordan suspiciously. "You can't possibly not understand this!"
"Obviously the one on top is the lifeline, yours is called the wisdom line." Fred corrected.
"Which one." Lee Jordan looked at Albert who was petting the cat next to him. He felt that Fred and George were both unreliable.
"Fred's is the line of love, George's is the line of wisdom." Albert corrected speechlessly: "The one from the thumb is the life line. The longer the life line is, the longer the life span is usually."
Lee Jordan burst out laughing. He reached out and patted Fred and George on the shoulders and said, "How dare you say that to me? Aren't you just as ignorant as I am?"
"I didn't expect to pass from the beginning anyway," Fred said with a smile.
"Look at the horoscope." Lee Jordan sighed and said, "I don't want to feel so bad on the test tonight. I feel like a fool."
"Don't be sad, you are just a fool."
"Shut up, aren't you one yourself?" Lee Jordan glared at Fred, who was grinning, and asked, "Are you going to give up the astronomy practical test tonight?"
"Of course not. Why should I give up?" Fred put his arm around Albert's shoulders and said, "I'll take a good position next to Albert then. You shouldn't mind letting me copy it, right?"
"If you're that capable."
Albert was not optimistic about Fred's cheating. The observatory was very small, there were two examiners watching, and the light at night was not good. It took a technical job to sneak a peek at other people's star maps.
"Honestly speaking, even if I let you copy it, it would be hard for you to succeed."
"Hahaha!"
George and Lee Jordan laughed wickedly.
"Can't you say something nice? I feel like even if I could succeed, you'll still say I failed." Fred muttered. He was also planning to look up the horoscope later, so he had to fill in something on the test paper.
They actually took astronomy seriously, but they just didn't do their homework seriously.
At eleven o'clock, a large group of candidates came to the top of the astronomy tower. Tonight, the tower was enlarged by the traceless extension spell and was large enough to accommodate all the candidates.
Today may be everyone's lucky day. There are no clouds in the starry sky above our heads, which is very suitable for observing the stars.
The bright moonlight bathed the entire astronomical tower, making it convenient for them to fill in the star chart or cheat.
Fred did not give up his plan to cheat and had already placed the binoculars next to Albert.
Well, Albert always felt that the surroundings were particularly crowded, and it seemed that many people had the same idea as Fred.
While everyone was finding a place to set up their telescopes and waiting for the examiner to distribute the test papers, a sudden voice rang out.
"What are you all doing here?"
Professor Tofty, who was in charge of distributing the test papers, asked the candidates around Albert to move away.
"Everyone should answer the questions on their own. Do not try to cheat. If you are caught, you will be disqualified from the exam immediately."
After Professor Marchbank announced the start of the exam, everyone began to fill in the blank astrology charts in their hands.
Albert looked at the map-like circular star map in front of him. He put his eyes close to the telescope, adjusted the focus to observe Venus, and based on the actual conditions of the starry sky, he accurately recorded the positions of the observed stars and planets on the star map.
It feels a bit like drawing a map, except this time it's a star map.
Professor Marchbank and Professor Tofty sat in an armchair on one side of the astronomy tower and looked around the examination room. They often stood up and walked among the candidates to prevent any students from trying to cheat.
They are doing their job conscientiously. You know, it is already 11 o'clock in the evening. For two elderly people, staying up late is a very difficult thing.
At this moment, there was deathly silence on top of the astronomy tower, and everyone could clearly hear the rustling of parchment and the sound of many quills writing hurriedly.
As long as you take astronomy classes seriously in class and do your homework seriously after class, it is not difficult to fill in the blank star chart in your hand. Albert checked it carefully and made sure there were no mistakes. Then he yawned in boredom and waited for the test to end.
Fred next to him kept trying to sneak a peek at his star map, but because Professor Marchbank was wandering nearby, he never succeeded. His frustrated look made Albert want to laugh.
Time passed little by little, and the castle gradually fell into silence. When Professor Tofty announced that there were only 20 minutes left in the exam, most of the students had already filled in the horoscope and were doing the final check.
"Oh, I almost saw it."
Fred had not succeeded until the exam was closed. He looked at Albert with resentment on his face, "I almost passed the exam, it's all because of your lousy mouth."
"You don't care about your astronomy score anyway." Albert held up his hand to cover a yawn. "Go back and have some rest. You have a History of Magic exam tomorrow afternoon. It's the last one. We can have a celebration party after the exam."
The written exam for History of Magic was held in the afternoon, probably to allow the two examiners to have a good rest. Staying up late was too harmful to the health of the two old men. In addition, the candidates who took the exam until the early morning would have enough time to rest and would not be exhausted during the exam the next day.
The next day, Albert slept very late, so that he could get enough rest, as he said.
He doesn't need to review it before the battle.
Just go through the previous test papers before the exam and simply go through the so-called key points from beginning to end.
As for flipping through Isobel's several-foot-thick notes, let him go. Albert didn't want to go crazy yet.
However, some people are going crazy.
Arya was sitting by the window of the common room, her head in her hands, flipping through the History of Magic notebook she had borrowed from Albert, which was two and a half feet thick.
She told Angelina, "I feel like an idiot for studying hard for this class when I know it's useless."
"Just remember the key points, unless you want a high score." Angelina glanced at everyone flipping through the books and said in a low voice, "Anyway, I don't count on it. I'll be satisfied as long as I can get the certificate."
Except for Albert and Sana, everyone else prepared by passing History of Magic. With the examination papers of History of Magic from previous years, passing the exam was not a problem at all, as most of the key points had been marked out.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, fifth grade students walked into the auditorium to take their last OWLS exam.
The History of Magic papers had been distributed ahead of time and lay upside down on the table in front of them.
Everyone was actually very relaxed, after all, they were just taking the test casually.
Even if you fail the History of Magic exam, at most your OWLS score will be a little bad. Apart from some people who want to get 12 excellent subjects, few people really care about this course. Moreover, there is no advanced class for History of Magic in the school, and no one is willing to take it.
To be honest, History of Magic was definitely Albert's most hated subject, because the course itself was boring and it required a lot of time to memorize things. He actually didn't care much for a lot of the things written in the exams.
For example, question 3: In your opinion, did the Wand Ordinance contribute to or help better control the goblin riots in the eighteenth century
Oh, what a blast!
Although this is the attitude of everyone in Europe, or even the whole world.
The wizards' refusal to allow goblins to hold wands was nothing more than a suppression of goblins. One of the reasons for the goblin rebellion was that wizards were trying to take control of Gringotts Bank.
Of course, goblins themselves are not peaceful either. Those cunning guys like to tamper with their own history, which is equally disgusting.
In Albert's view, the conflict between the two sides is purely a matter of race and interests, and there is no question of who is noble.
And the tenth question: Why do wizards in Liechtenstein refuse to join the International Confederation of Wizards
The first president of the International Confederation of Wizards was Pierre Bonacourt. As soon as he became president, he tried to persuade other countries to ban the hunting of trolls and give trolls their due rights. However, Liechtenstein was harassed by the evil and cruel mountain troll tribes, and large-scale conflicts broke out between the two sides. Naturally, it was impossible for Liechtenstein to buy into Pierre Bonacourt's ideas.
No matter if Pierre Bonacourt was creating a persona or was just a saintly bitch, he definitely had no brains. Maybe there were a few kind trolls in the world, but the vast majority of trolls were definitely not kind or friendly. Few countries were willing to buy his account, so Pierre Bonacourt left the position of president not long after he left.
In fact, most politicians are like this. They are just elected representatives and many of them do not have the ability. Otherwise, how could they propose so many ridiculous bills
Albert took quite some time to finish his History of Magic paper, and he doubted whether anyone else had enough time.
Anyway, Owls exam was finally over, and he was relieved.
As soon as I walked out of the auditorium, I heard a lot of screaming and shouting all around. The fifth grade students were using this method to vent the pressure brought by the OWLS exam.
Fred, George and Lee Jordan greeted Albert cheerfully and talked about plans for an all-night post-exam celebration in the common room, as students from other years had finished their exams as well.
So, the carnival to celebrate the end of the exam began.
Beautiful singing came from the record player, large amounts of candy fell on everyone's heads accompanied by cheers, the wine glasses on the table were gradually filled with butterbeer, and the tables were filled with plates of delicious food. Everyone ate while chatting about some interesting topics, or watching people dancing clumsily.
"It's finally over." Percy sat down next to Albert with a plate of food, "The OWLS exam shouldn't be too difficult for you."
"12 excellent grades should be no problem, but I feel like it just makes my resume look better and is of little use." After taking the test, Albert was still very confident about his results.
"That sounds like something you would say."
"How was Owls' exam?" Hermione popped up from nowhere.
"It's not difficult, it's just about basic knowledge." Albert said with a smile, "If it's you, you can definitely get an excellent score easily. Of course, divination might be a bit tricky."
Albert turned his head and asked Percy: "By the way, how did you get excellent in divination?"
"It's very simple. Just remember what's in the divination book and apply it when you need it." Percy said, "Except for you, there has never been a real divination master in this course, so you can only apply the knowledge in the book. As long as you can do it well, it's basically not difficult to get excellent results."
"That's it?" Hermione was stunned.
"What else?" Percy asked. "If not, all the candidates will fail."
"But... what's the point of this course?" Hermione asked puzzledly.
"Of course it does. Isn't there an Albert?" Percy pointed at Albert and said, "This is the meaning of divination class."
"Do you want to go up and dance?" Sana ran over to invite Albert.
Albert did not refuse and pulled Shanna to dance a simple dance to the music.
Not far from them, Fred and Angelina were dancing more freely. Lee Jordan was dancing with Alia, and George's partner was Katie. As the beautiful music went on, more and more students joined in.
“Want to play some music?” Shannah said. “I love this tune.”
"No, I'm going to sit down and eat something." Albert declined. He sat down next to Hermione, picked up Tom from her feet and put him on the seat next to her, looked at Harry who seemed a little depressed, and asked casually, "What's wrong with him?"
"Dumbledore doesn't allow Harry to move in with Black." Ron, who was chewing a chicken leg, answered for Hermione.
"I think the principal must have his reasons for doing this. You should communicate with him." Albert picked up the plate and picked some food for himself. Tom next to him was staring at the food on his plate.
"You just had dinner. If you eat more, you will become as fat as a pig."