Chapter 438: The Cat Who Studies Hard (Edited)

After lunch and a short break at noon, Fish turned into a cat and jumped into Hermione's arms, who carried him to the library...

Miss Know-it-all wasn't about to let the girls get hold of her cat.

Of course, Hermione knew she couldn't do any better than Sharpay and the girls in the upper classes, and that she wouldn't have enough knowledge in a month or so, so she decided to find another way....

So Hermione came to the library with Fish in her arms and chose "Strange Magical Puzzles and Their Solutions" to read.

Although Dumbledore had said that they might need the knowledge from the higher grades, she could find other solutions, and if Fish is selected as champion, perhaps the knowledge from this book can be used as well.

The cat, lying on Hermione's lap with its front paws on the edge of the table, poked its head out to look at the book she'd opened....

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There are so many words... my head is dizzy... I want to sleep....

The cat retracted its head silently, then stomped on Hermione's thighs with its four paws, adjusted its position and dropped back down, still purring and fell asleep.

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Hermione scratched Fish's chin with annoyance and amusement, then stroked Fish's back with one hand, turned the pages of the book with her other hand, and continued reading with great interest.

It wasn't until half an hour later that Hermione gently shook Fish awake.

"Fish, it's time for you to go to class, the Divination classroom is nowhere near..."

She leaned over and whispered in Fish's ear.

Fish lifted his head, licked Hermione's face twice and then laid down in her lap stretching wide.

"Nya?"

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Although Hermione was no longer turned into a cat and didn't understand cat language, she could guess what the cat was saying.

"I've resigned from Trelawney's Divination class this year, and what I'm going to take is Arithmancy."

Hermione explained as quietly as she could, though Mrs. Pince from the library probably wouldn't be mad at Fish here.

"Nya~"

The cat licked Hermione's cheek again, then jumped off her body and returned to his cat-man form.

"Then Fish will go first nya."

He leaned over and hugged Hermione, then rubbed his cheek against her face and waved to Mrs. Pince, who was looking over her shoulder.

"Irma, Fish is going to class nya."

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Mrs. Pince smiled and waved in response, watching as the cat skipped away from the library before turning her head and looked deeply at Hermione before returning to her business.

Fish met up with Harry and the others halfway to the top platform of the North Tower, where they neatly ascended the silver staircase and entered the Divination classroom.

"Hello."

Once everyone had found their seats, Professor Trelawney appeared at the back of the group in her ethereal, ethereal voice.

"Hello, Sybil."

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Fish greeted Professor Trelawney with a smile, causing the mysterious atmosphere she had created to suddenly cease to be mysterious.

Professor Trelawney twisted the corners of her mouth, ignoring the cat that had broken the stage, and proceeded to stand behind Harry as she privately rehearsed her plan, telling him in a sad voice, "You have something on your mind, my dear, and my heavenly eye penetrates your brave face and sees your restless soul."

Harry, who was being attacked by Professor Trelawney, felt a bit complicated....

After a whole school year in third grade, in Harry's mind, Professor Trelawney is a big liar who only uses prophecies of death to scare people, not unlike Lockhart.

But the strange state that suddenly appeared during the other party's final exam, and the vague prophecy that Voldemort would return, made Harry doubt...after all, it was a "true prophecy" that even Dumbledore recognized.

Also, his scar began to hurt again during the summer vacations, although Sirius replied that it was no big deal, but Harry always felt that he was just comforting him.

So, when Professor Trelawney said that, Harry, who was already full of thoughts, naturally became uneasy.

Trelawney had no idea what Harry was thinking, and when she saw the nervous expression on his face, she thought she had succeeded in her charade once again, and with secret pleasure, her eyes behind her huge glasses quickly scanned the classroom....

The two girls, Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil, were convinced of his words, and most of the others were more or less in agreement, even Ron seemed a little uneasy, since Harry had told him about his scar hurting...

Well, young Fish couldn't be included, that was his own fated son.

Trelawney looked away with satisfaction and continued speaking in an ethereal, erratic voice: "I regret to tell you that your worries are not unfounded. I see that the days ahead of you are full of difficulties ... very difficult ... and I fear that what you fear may come ... sooner than you think ..."

She spoke deceptively, her voice gradually lowering and finally becoming a whisper.

Professor Trelawney, who had finished her performance, walked past the small round table where the students were seated and sat down in a large wing-backed armchair facing the fire, facing the class.

"My dears, it is time for us to study the stars." Professor Trelawney declared, "The movements of the planets and the mysterious signs they reveal can only be understood by those who know the rules of the celestial dance. Human destiny can be deciphered by the radiant light of the planets, which mingle with each other..."

"Fish knows nya, it's called astrology, and Firenze and the others seem to be good at it nya!"

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Suddenly, Fish interrupted Trelawney's chant and said loudly.

"Oh... yes, centaurs have always, always been fond of and good at using astrology for divination."

Professor Trelawney smiled and nodded, unperturbed at Fish's words, as she adjusted her sitting position, the mass of rosary beads, necklaces and bracelets dangling from her body clattering against each other with a dry rustle.

"Five points for Gryffindor," she continued, following Fish's words, "So astrology is a very ancient and complex form of divination...".

He went on and on about the relationship between the stars and divination and, as usual, kept finding students who seemed to have bad luck and making up reasons to give them all sorts of predictions of bad endings.

Fish tried to listen at first, but Trelawney's divination was so boring, and the smell of the perfumed fire lulled him to sleep, that after a while the cat couldn't resist the overwhelming drowsiness, collapsed on the table and fell asleep.

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Also drowsy was Harry, who wasn't interested in Professor Trelawney's class either, and was continuing with Divination simply because it was too easy to fool around and it would be too much trouble to change the class.

But just as he was about to follow Fish into dreamland, he received a gentle stab in the ribs.

"Harry!"

Ron whispered, startling him.

"What's wrong?"

Harry looked around and saw that everyone was staring at him.

As Professor Trelawney's excellent "accessory," Harry naturally wasn't far behind this time, as Professor Trelawney used him as an example.

"My dear, I was just saying that when you were born, you were obviously under the ominous influence of Saturn." said Professor Trelawney, with a hint of discontent in her tone, as it was obvious that Harry was not paying attention to her class.

As for the sleeping Fish on the other side...

Sorry, I didn't see it because of eyesight problems.