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Griselda Marchbanks had lived a very 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 hardly inferior to Professor Dumbledore's.

Albert had taken the opportunity presented by these exams to confirm his identity as a Seer.

Seers—or prophets—held 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, elevate 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 got along well with Albert, was currently the best choice.

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

After meeting up with Fred, George, and Lee Jordan again 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 tossed into the rubbish bin—that's where it belongs."

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

"Cough, cough. Anyway, at least we can give it up now." Lee Jordan cleared his throat and took the lead in talking about what had happened during the Divination exam.

He could not read palms at all, so during the exam, he could only make up random things to muddle through.

In fact, lots of students were like that.

Divination?

No, no, wasn't that just a scam?

Even Professor Trelawney was widely recognized as a fraud. Naturally, students taught by a fraud of a professor were not exactly