Am I a Seer?

Loren looked at the shy blush rising on her fair face, resisted the urge to reach out and pinch it, and a smile bloomed on his face.

He could guess what the letter said without even asking...

"What did Monica say in her letter?" Loren leaned closer and asked in a low voice.

He grabbed another strand of hair, wrapped it around his finger and kept circling it, making Hermione's mind a mess. She kept a straight face and didn't want to talk to him, so she lowered her head and continued reading.

But the words in the book suddenly became unfamiliar, and the sentences became obscure and difficult to understand, making it impossible to read.

Hermione took a breath and silently read the book in her mind, "In 1811, they voluntarily gave up their chance to be [human] because they did not want to be grouped with dark creatures such as Hag and Vampire..."

"Um?"

Who wouldn't want to be grouped with dark creatures and willingly give up the opportunity to be [human]?

Hermione sorted through her chaotic thoughts, silently looking ahead at the row of lines—

She's Mermaid.

She pursed her lips in annoyance. It was all this person's fault for disturbing her; he made it impossible for her to concentrate on her book.

Loren pinched her hair and looked out the window. Just then, the full moon rose over the distant mountains, casting a gentle, flowing moonlight.

"Hermione, there's still a while before lights out, how about we go to the tower to look at the stars?"

A glint of light flashed in Hermione's bright eyes, but she said with a serious expression, "I want to read."

Loren said "Oh," and then added, "Hermione, I'm having some trouble with my Astronomy assignment. Could you help me take a look?"

"What's the problem?" Hermione looked at him seriously, her face full of professorial air. "Astronomy can't just be about flipping through books and calculating; it must be combined with practice. I think it's necessary to go to the tower and observe the stars carefully."

"You're right, Professor Granger!" Loren said earnestly, his eyes filled with curiosity and a thirst for knowledge about Astronomy.

The two wizards, who loved Astronomy, left the lounge hand in hand, leaving Harry and Ron looking completely bewildered.

Ron looked at Harry, somewhat bewildered. "Why make it so complicated when they're just dating? Are they just fooling themselves?"

I don't understand it at all; I'm completely baffled.

Harry sighed deeply, "Love makes people foolish..."

"You sound like Dumbledore when you say that."

"Right, right? I'm the one imitating the principal!"

"..."

Hearing their playful laughter, Ginny moved closer and asked softly, "Harry, I've run into a problem with my Transfiguration assignment, and I'd like you to take a look..."

"What's the problem? Let me see it." Ron immediately became interested and reached for her notebook, only to be slapped on the back of his hand by his younger sister. The sound was crisp, and he winced in pain.

"Go do your homework properly!"

Late at night, in the Gryffindor Common Room.

After midnight, the candles and lanterns on the ceiling and walls gradually went out, and the deep night spread into the lounge through the windows. The young wizards gradually dispersed, and the large room quickly became quiet, empty, and sank into the dark.

The young couple, returning late from their date, woke up the sleeping the Fat Lady. They used the new day's password to open the Portrait Hole and returned to the lounge amidst the Fat Lady's complaints.

Only a few scattered candles and the embers in the fireplace provided light, but even those were partially obscured by oddly shaped candlesticks.

Loren and Hermione didn't care. They walked slowly and carefully in the dimly lit room, not in a hurry at all. They had good reason to tell themselves that this was all for safety. It wouldn't be good to disturb Madam Pomfrey in the middle of the night if they accidentally tripped or fell.

We continued until we reached the solid wood staircase.

Hermione stopped in front of the steps, looking at him seriously with a focused expression. "Have you memorized the location of Jupiter?"

She wore a long, light purple down jacket. The fluffy fabric made her look petite, and the dim light shining on her delicate, fair face gave her a youthful glow.

It was so quiet here that Loren could hear his own heartbeat. "I'll remember that, Professor Granger!"

"Then... goodnight?"

Hermione looked up at him, her eyes sparkling and exceptionally bright.

There must be magic in those eyes, or rather, unfathomable spiritual magic.

Loren was instantly captivated, unconsciously cupping the fair and smooth face in front of him and naturally kissing it.

The little Witch's eyes widened suddenly as she realized it was a polite goodnight kiss, so she tilted her head back slightly and closed her eyes to cooperate.

"..."

This ceremony lasted a little too long.

Hermione's cheeks started burning, and she began to feel her whole body burning. A visibly flushed blush rose to her cheeks, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she couldn't help but open her eyes, just in time to meet Loren's gaze as he secretly looked at her.

"It's time to say goodbye!" Hermione gestured with her eyes, but noticed that the man was pretending to be confused. Not only did he not say goodbye, but he also took a sniff.

"!!"

The little Witch hooked her arm around that lithe hand and shyly bit down.

"Hiss--"

Loren covered his mouth after letting go, and complained resentfully, "You could have pushed me away with your hand, but you had to bite me!"

"Mom said we can't always give in to boys..."

Hermione said with a smile, tossed her hair and stepped onto the stairs, her toes lightly touching the ground, her steps light and lively.

The first morning of the new semester.

Loren tore the bread slices in his hand into strips, soaked them in milk to soften them, and then slowly swallowed them, his movements elegant and deliberate.

Harry and Ron couldn't help but glance at him. It was strange; he was always quick and wolfed down his food at mealtimes...

New learning, new attitude?

Hermione sipped the sweet Pumpkin Juice, a smile playing on her lips, her eyes narrowed, like Crookshanks lying in the sunlight, her eyelashes tinged gold by the pale yellow candlelight.

Loren put down his cup expressionlessly, turned to look at her, and mumbled, "I'll get it back!"

Hermione's smile faded, and her expression turned serious.

After breakfast, the young wizards, as usual, carried their books, parchments, and quills to their respective classrooms for lessons. The fourth-year Gryffindor had it a bit easier; their mornings were all outdoor classes.

The grounds were still covered with a thick layer of snow, and fine water droplets condensed on the Greenhouse windows, obscuring the view outside during their Herbology Class. In this weather, no one wanted to attend their Care of Magical Creatures.

Ron had just finished shoveling a large bucket of compost. "Cheer up, friends, at least the Blast-Ended Skrewts will keep us warm. They might chase us around, or they might explode a lot of sparks and set Hagrid's woodpile on fire."

The young wizards turned even paler upon hearing this.

No one expected that Professor Hagrid would give them a surprise.

After the school bell rang, Hagrid led them past the stables, where the enormous Beauxbatons Thestral, huddled together to ward off the cold. They walked toward a large tree at the Edge of the Forbidden Forest, where a beautiful adult Unicorn was tethered.

Many girls exclaimed in admiration when they saw Unicorn.

Loren first assessed the Unicorn's Magic Power power level, only to find that the famous Unicorn's Magic Power power level was far lower than that of the Fire Dragon, and only about the same as that of the Acromantula.

The Unicorn was dazzlingly white, making the surrounding snow appear somewhat gray in comparison... The Magic Power flowing from its body was also pure white, peaceful and serene, yet brimming with vibrant life force.

It pawed the earth restlessly with its golden hooves and raised its horned head.

"Looks a bit clumsy..."

Considering that the Acromantula also has venomous fangs and giant claws, the Unicorn's danger level is only about 4X.

"Boys, step back!" Hagrid roared, standing far away himself. "Unicorn like to be touched by women. Girls, stand in front and approach it carefully. Go on, relax..."

The girls turned to look at the boys triumphantly, then gazed at the beautiful, shimmering Unicorn, and happily walked forward, leaving the boys to guard the stable fence.

Harry turned to Ron, a meaningful look on his face. "Heartbreak makes you grow..."

Ron thought this wasn't like Dumbledore's style, but he agreed. Professor Hagrid finally gave up on the troublesome and disgusting Blast-Ended Skrewts, and the Care of Magical Creatures finally got back on track.

"This is the kind of Care of Magical Creatures I envision, featuring dignified animals like Unicorn, not monsters."

As the young wizards spoke, the sky was filled with thick, dark clouds.

The new semester of 1995 began just like that.

In the afternoon, Divination Class.

The tower classrooms were still a scene of smoke and fire, everything inside was shrouded in a hazy red light and filled with a strong, nauseating aroma.

Professor Trelawney is distributing graded assignments from last semester.

"As I said at the beginning, many wizards are talented in areas such as clattering sounds, various smells, and sudden disappearances, but only a few gifted individuals can see through the veil of mystery of the future!"

"And I knew all along that Loren Morgan was that kind of person!"

"Because of his accurate Prophecy, I'm giving Gryffindor ten points!"

"..."

Loren stared at the parchment in front of him, his eyes unfocused, his expression gradually becoming blank.

The handwriting isn't very neat, but because it was written by myself, it's easy to read.

After Christmas, my tongue and oral mucosa break out in sores due to the novel and unusual flavors of the food...

So it turns out I'm actually a gifted Seer!

Loren licked his slightly aching tongue and fell into deep thought. As he pondered, his eyes blinked, and the class ended.

He finally realized that it was just a coincidence.

After all, Miss Granger's little mouth wasn't exactly a novelty.

Loren yawned, packed his bag, and walked out of the classroom. He took a deep breath of the fresh, cool air, and felt refreshed.

After a day of classes, the hungry young wizards walked together toward the Great Hall.

It's dinner time.

Half an hour later.

On the Great Hall Gryffindor Hall.

Hermione chewed on various tough-to-chew fried meats, ribs, and crispy fried chicken in a very unladylike manner, waving her knife and fork around while making happy humming noises.

Despicable Granger!

Loren calmly dissected the stewed meat. Normally, he would even bite open the bones and suck out the marrow from this kind of stewed food until it was soft and tender, but now he could only avoid the tender meat on his tongue that hadn't fully grown yet.

Hermione leaned closer with a look of enjoyment, her voice brimming with undisguised amusement. "The fried chicken is delicious today, want to try some? I'll share some with you, Morgan the Seer?"

"You know about what happened in the Divination Class?"

"I even asked Parvati."

"..."

"After all, you earned 10 points for our college!"

Hermione held up a piece of fried meat in front of him. "Mr. Morgan, would you like to try some? The Prophecy was so accurate, a sore on the tongue. What kind of sore? I'm so curious..."

"Contagious scabies." Loren looked at her coldly.

Hermione tucked her tongue in and obediently sat back down in her seat.

The first week of classes wasn't too packed, and most of the professors hadn't started teaching new material yet. In a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere, the young wizards quickly welcomed the weekend, Hogsmeade's activity week.

Saturday, Hogsmeade Bookshop.

"There's so little information about Mermaid..." Hermione handed a copy of "An Atlas of Aquatic Magical Creatures" and some miscellaneous books to the clerk to pay, then sighed as she left the bookstore. "Hopefully, Harry and the others can buy the Gillyweed..."

"Uh-huh."

Loren, with a toffee in his mouth, responded and took her hand, walking towards the end of the street. They had arranged to meet Harry at the Three Broomsticks Pub.

His tongue had healed, and he was finally able to enjoy the new products from Honeydukes.

She carefully placed the books into the pendant and put them away. Hermione glanced at Loren's lips, which were covered with syrup like lipstick, glistening, red, and shiny.

It looks tempting.

The little Witch pursed her lips.

They haven't been intimate for a week since what happened on Monday... She's a little tempted, but she's also worried that he might take revenge and give her some kind of "sore."

Mom didn't say what to do in this situation...

The pub was as crowded as ever. Loren's eyes quickly scanned the room and soon spotted Harry at the bar. They hurried over to him.

Four Butterbeer have already been bought and placed on the table; two of them are already about a third drunk.

"Why are you here? There are still seats by the window." Loren asked.

"Shh!" Harry suddenly whispered, "We've spotted someone we know, look!"

He pointed to the mirror behind the bar, in which Ludo Bagman's image was reflected, sitting in a dimly lit corner with a group of fairies.

Bagman was speaking rapidly in a low voice to the fairies, who all crossed their arms and looked menacing.

"Does he never go to the office?"

Hermione's question is also Harry's question.

This is indeed a bit strange. It's the weekend, there's no Triwizard Tournament event, and there's no need for referees. How did Bagman end up in the Three Broomsticks?

Just then, Bagman glanced at the bar and his eyes lit up. He gestured to the goblins to look at Harry, then stood up and hurried over to them.