After more than an hour of coaxing and consoling, Lavender finally calmed down.
Though she was no longer crying as hard as before, she kept sniffling softly.
It was already past ten when they arrived at the common room after breakfast, and they had missed Vincent's physical training.
When Harry and Ron went to practice on the dueling platform, Crookshanks jumped down from Hermione's arms.
It strolled leisurely over to Vincent, taking the opportunity to scare Scabbers, who was intently nibbling on a biscuit.
At the sight of this, Lavender's tears began flowing uncontrollably again.
Even though she had only spent one short summer with Binchi, she truly loved that adorable little rabbit.
Hermione and Parvati continued comforting her.
The animal world was simply that cruel. They had no human morality or boundaries, only the iron law of survival of the fittest.
The prophecy had foretold Lavender's greatest fear coming true, but before this, she had never imagined Binchi would be bitten to death by a fox.
No matter how gently Hermione phrased it, Lavender's eyes remained brimming with tears.
"Professor Trelawney said last month that Vincent and Harry would soon encounter misfortune, but look at them. They're still perfectly fine even now."
As soon as Hermione finished speaking, Harry accidentally fell on the dueling platform and struck the back of his head against a support post.
"This..."
Lavender let out a scream and began crying her heart out.
"Professor... Professor Trelawney's prophecy was real... I really was afraid... afraid that Binchi would die..."
Hermione found her grief-stricken appearance rather troubling.
Parvati was downcast too, apparently affected by Lavender.
"What happened?" Daphne came over and sat down beside them.
Hermione leaned close and quietly told her the whole story.
Among all the third-years, aside from Vincent and Hermione, Daphne—who had