Divine Thunder Hall Completed, Divination Exam

"We don't need help." Ron looked at the white mist in the Crystal Ball and said nonchalantly, "This is a very clear sign; there will be a thick fog tonight."

Professor Trelawney was slightly displeased upon hearing this.

She sat down at their desk and began examining the Crystal Ball.

A moment later, she looked up at Harry. "It's right here. The Grim are coming your way."

"Oh my god, please stop saying it's the Grim sign, it's ridiculous," Hermione said, somewhat speechless.

"My dear," Professor Trelawney took Hermione's hand, looked at the lines on her palm, and whispered, "From the moment you stepped into my classroom, I sensed that you lacked the qualities required for Divination."

Although you are young, your heart is withered, like an old maid; your Soul Stone is as dry as the pages of these books, these books you have diligently studied.

As she finished speaking, Hermione's breathing became more and more rapid.

She stood up abruptly and walked straight out of the classroom. She was truly fed up with Divination and didn't want to waste any more time on them.

"Did I say anything?" Trelawney asked, somewhat puzzled.

"No." Aaron shook his head. "You just said what I wanted to say but never did."

Also, Easter is just around the corner, and your Prophecy has come true; Hermione will leave us. But perhaps this is a good thing for her.

As expected, Hermione did not show up at Divination for the next week.

However, even with one less elective course, the remaining four courses were still overwhelming for her.

In comparison, Aaron had it much easier; his clones were like a cheat code.

Besides the four elective courses, he also arranged more than half of the required courses for the Thought Form" program.

Although this will slightly delay the renovation plan of the Secret Chamber, it won't be a big deal, since at this stage it will only be used when practicing magic.

The Quidditch finals begin on Sunday, with Gryffindor facing off against Slytherin.

With Slytherin currently leading in points, Gryffindor House Team must be up by at least fifty points before they can catch the Golden Snitch in order to win the Quidditch Cup.

The score difference between the two houses fluctuated around the fifty-point mark. Finally, Harry seized the opportunity and, with Gryffindor leading by ten points for more than ten seconds, used the speed of his Firebolt to get the Golden Snitch before Draco could.

Seven years later, Gryffindor finally won the Quidditch Cup.

Wood was so excited that tears welled up in his eyes. He felt that he had no regrets about graduating. The other team members also hugged each other and let out a triumphant roar.

The other Gryffindor were even more frenzied, rushing onto the pitch almost the instant Harry snatched the Golden Snitch. Even the usually serious Percy jumped around excitedly, and Professor McGonagall even wiped away tears of joy while holding the Gryffindor flag. The scene was practically like a national liberation celebration.

"We lost." Aaron looked at Draco, who was fuming, and teased, "Aren't you particularly upset?"

"That's not fair." Draco slammed his fist on the wall. "He's riding Firebolt, which is much faster than the Nimbus. I was just a little bit slower."

"In a sense, it's unfair." Aaron shrugged. "Usually, Slytherin overwhelm others with their equipment, so you can't accept the situation being reversed."

Compared to Slytherin's inevitable decline after reaching its peak, Gryffindor experienced a turnaround from adversity to prosperity.

Draco scoffed. "A hundred people hugging each other and crying, aren't they ashamed?"

"Even when you're feeling smug, you're not much better than them," Aaron chuckled. "They've been suppressed for seven days, so it's only natural that they'd have an outburst."

"But we've lost our eight-game winning streak," Draco said with some regret, but then he suddenly remembered something and his expression turned grim. "They can only be happy for now."

"What's the meaning?"

"Hagrid lost the case. The Hippogriff was sentenced to death and will be executed before the end of this semester."

Upon hearing this, Aaron frowned slightly and turned to look at Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Rubeus Hagrid, who were surrounded by a group of Gryffindor on the field.

"Here's a piece of advice: don't talk about this in front of them."

Otherwise, you'll definitely get beaten up, and if you then complain to Mr. Malfoy, I won't be able to ignore it."

"You wouldn't stand up for them just because of this, would you?"

"What do you think?" Aaron rolled his eyes. "Rubbing salt into the wound, he deserves to be beaten."

"Okay, okay, I know, I promise I won't provoke them anymore!"

"The most painful thing is."

The Slytherin common room, Gaius's Secret Chamber.

Aaron was soaking comfortably in a hot tub, his face radiating contentment.

Abei was swimming in the large pool, and it was quite a challenge for the dragon to make a dog-paddle motion.

"Well done." Aaron communicated with his Thought Form connection. "You've transformed the base into a simple palace in just a few months, even adding a hot spring pool. You're truly amazing!"

"This is the charm of magic, the result of combining water and fire Magic Array Magic Array." The Thought Form chuckled. "However, it would be best to have Jeans send over some high-quality Magic Crystal, otherwise, to operate some functions of this base, we can only rely on our magic power. I can't be a giant power bank!"

"That's what I think too." Aaron nodded slowly. "But exam week is coming soon, so let's wait until next semester!"

"That's how it should be."

Is there anything else you need?

"Indeed, there is." The Thought Form tapped the armrest of the throne. "It still needs a name. It's already been changed to 'Palace.' We can't keep calling it 'Secret Base' or 'Chamber of Secrets ', that's too vulgar."

So I want to give it a name..."

"The Divine Thunder Hall," Aaron said first. "Although there is a suspicion of plagiarism, the name is indeed good, and it is quite fitting for the magic cast in this palace."

The Thought Form smiled gently, "The main body always knows what the clone is thinking."

Aaron shrugged and silently opened the system's task panel.

Help Harry Potter find the killer who murdered his parents; reward for completion: 500 Magic Points; accepted.

"Well!"

Aaron sighed slightly. Although the reward was a little less, even a small amount was still something!

He had diligently Sign-in for six months and had accumulated 1,800 Magic Points. As long as he completed this task and persisted for another month or so, he could buy the Nika Mask.

The thought of being able to control a ninja army with unwavering loyalty, unafraid of pain and death, is incredibly exciting.

The exam starts on Monday and ends on Saturday.

This was no problem for Aaron; exams were easy for anyone.

He passed almost all of his required courses, such Transfiguration Class, Potions Class, Defense Against the Dark Arts, History of Magic, and Herbology, with perfect scores. However, he encountered a slight mishap in his elective exams.

He had no problem with Care of Magical Creatures, Muggle Studies, and Ancient Runes, but he needed to be more particular about Divination.

Professor Trelawney took the students into his office one by one, had them observe the Crystal Ball, and performed Divination using the book "Unfogging the Future".

Everyone who came out acted mysteriously, and no matter how you asked, they refused to reveal any information about the exam.

Aaron stood on the staircase platform, silently practicing Forbidden Magic Array skill only Holy Magus could master—on this notebook.

The elemental power invoked by this magic is ten times stronger than that of the ultimate Magic Array, and it also has corresponding variations. However, Weihert hasn't taught him yet, and he probably won't have the chance to learn it until after the holidays.

Harry and Ron stood in front of him, both with a look of tension and worry on their faces.

"I suddenly think Hermione is right, she's just an old liar," Ron said dismissively.

Harry nodded in agreement.

"Whether you're a top student or a struggling student, you treat classes you don't like the same way." Aaron shook his head. "I think Professor Trelawney has real talent and knowledge, you just can't see it."

"It's easy for you to talk when you're not the one suffering!" Ron rolled his eyes. "We don't have your kind of talent. According to her, half of our Heavenly Eye is blind, and the other half is blocked by a thick fog."

"I think so too," Harry said seriously. "If her Divination is really that powerful, then she can just give us a score based on the Divination results. Why go through all that trouble?"

Aaron's lips twitched, utterly speechless.

Using Divination to score people, you really dare to think that way!

"Ron Weasley," Professor Trelawney's voice came from the rooftop.

Ron's face fell as he climbed the silver ladder.

He came out more than twenty minutes later, and then gave Harry a speechless look, saying, "I don't even know what I said."

"Harry Potter".

"See you in the Common Room." Harry took a deep breath and climbed the ladder.

Aaron was the last one. Just as he was waiting silently, Professor Trelawney's voice suddenly came from upstairs, but it was hoarser and harsher than usual.

"Tonight he will come, tonight the one who betrayed his friend, the one who became a murderer, will break free of his chains, and the blood of the innocent will flow."

With the help of his servants, the Dark Lord has returned, stronger and more terrifying than before...

"Holy crap..."

Aaron hurriedly closed his notebook and quickly climbed the silver ladder.

Upon entering the Divination, Professor Trelawney was rubbing her throat, while Harry Potter stood beside her, his face pale and bloodless.

Aaron looked at Harry and saw him shake his head slightly, and his heart sank a little.

The Prophecy just now was most likely made by Professor Trelawney in an unconscious state, and such Prophecy are often quite accurate.

"Gaius, I don't think I asked you to come up here?" Professor Trelawney frowned, looking somewhat bewildered. "But never mind, it's your turn soon."

"Alright, kid, that's enough!" Trelawney sighed to Harry. "A little disappointing, but I believe you've done your best."

Harry walked out in a daze, and when he passed Aaron, he paused slightly. "You heard it too?"

Aaron nodded, then hesitated, saying, "Actually, Divination isn't always accurate."