Snape had not come, but the potion was precisely the one Darren had brewed when he went to Snape for career advice that day.
He had already brewed it once with ease; he could brew it a second time with his eyes closed.
Clearly, he had earned a satisfied smile from the professor overseeing the exam.
Tuesday was the Care of Magical Creatures exam.
It was almost no challenge at all for Darren. Wednesday morning was the written Astronomy exam.
Darren had no problems with it.
The Astronomy practical would be held at night.
The afternoon was reserved for the Divination exam. It really made him laugh.
Because Professor McGonagall had Harry read her tea leaves to predict what she would experience that evening.
Harry studied them for a long time before concluding that Professor McGonagall would receive a visit from a round, stout man.
As for palmistry—
Based on what Harry knew, Professor McGonagall might have been supposed to die last month.
Perhaps because Harry's divinations were so ominous—
Professor McGonagall feared Darren might give her a similar reading.
So she asked Darren to divine what would happen that night.
Using a crystal ball, tea leaves, palmistry, and all sorts of other tools, Darren cited various texts and informed Professor McGonagall that the sky would be clear that night.
While Professor McGonagall was left dazed, he slipped away.
Even though he knew what would happen in the future, restraint was what a diviner ought to practice.
No matter what.
He could probably give up Divination class. At eleven that night—
Darren and the others observed the stars from the Astronomy Tower.
Professor McGonagall told them to mark every star and planet above. Darren finished at top speed, and only half an hour had passed. He pretended to still be