Ending

Griselda Marchbanks had lived a long time and was a senior member of the Wizengamot. In the wizarding world, where the older one was, the more respected one became, Professor Marchbanks's connections and influence were scarcely inferior to Professor Dumbledore's.

Albert had taken this opportunity during the exams to confirm his identity as a Seer.

Seers, or prophets, actually held a very high status in the wizarding world. Albert happened to possess that ability, and he also needed the title of Seer to boost his reputation, raise his standing in the wizarding world, and reduce any resistance he might encounter in the future.

Reputation was something that needed to be cultivated carefully.

Whether it was connections or prestige, Professor Marchbanks, an old friend who had a good relationship with Albert, was currently the best choice.

Once she saw it with her own eyes, everything that followed would be much simpler.

After meeting up again with Fred, George, and Lee Jordan in the Common Room, all three could not help complaining to Albert. "I really don't know why we picked such a stupid subject in the first place. It should be thrown in the bin. That's where it belongs."

"Because Divination class let you slack off," Albert said with a grin, stabbing all three in the waist.

"Ahem, anyway, at least we can give it up now." Lee Jordan coughed lightly and began talking about what had happened during the Divination exam.

He did not know how to read palms at all, so during the exam, he could only make up some nonsense to muddle through.

In fact, lots of students were like that.

Divination?

No, wasn't that just a scam?

Even Professor Trelawney was widely acknowledged to be a fraud. Naturally, students taught by a fraudulent professor could not be