Ginny Defies Fate

In the evening, Hermione finished her meal as quickly as possible in the Great Hall.

Then, he rolled up some bacon and black pudding for William and put a fried egg on his plate.

She acted like a gentle, submissive wife.

William was slightly taken aback, but still enjoyed Hermione's attentive service without a care in the world.

It would be even better if she wore a maid outfit... He ate while his mind wandered.

When she was halfway full, Hermione suddenly asked with a smile:

Aren't those Blast-Ended Skrewt cute?

"..."

Looking at the chili sauce on the smoked meat, the ketchup on the meat and eggs, and the sticky Pumpkin Juice... with his maid outfit gone, William's mind was filled with images of Blast-Ended Skrewt spitting out feces.

Hermione was still chattering on, describing the appearance of the Blast-Ended Skrewt.

The imagery is becoming increasingly vivid.

William covered his mouth, struggling to keep himself from vomiting.

He said helplessly, "Hermione, please stop talking."

She narrowed her eyes slightly, gently raised her chin, and smiled softly:

"Anyway, I've already eaten, so I'm not worried. I'll just talk about mine, and you can eat yours."

By the way, those Blast-Ended Skrewt are really cute.

I'll ask Hagrid for one tomorrow, and I'll let it accompany your meals."

William flicked his finger as if to tap her forehead. She tilted her head back, muttering "Blast-Ended Skrewt, crunchy."

William's lips twitched, then he used Occlumency to quickly clear his mind, otherwise he really would vomit.

This is a war without gunfire, a war to decide whether or not to eliminate the Blast-Ended Skrewt!

In truth, both of them knew perfectly well that the focus had no longer been on the Blast-Ended Skrewt... They were making a bet on who would surrender first.

They had played this private game, which was limited to just the two of them, several times already.

The loser of the bet must agree to any condition imposed on the winner.

Last year's bet: Could Hermione get a score of 10 or higher in Ancient Runes?

William is the professor of Ancient Runes, and he even owns the venue, so Hermione was naturally completely defeated.

This year, a new bet has begun: whether or not to eliminate the Blast-Ended Skrewt.

Hermione, of course, wanted to kill the Blast-Ended Skrewt to nip the danger in the bud. William, on the other hand, stood on the other side, believing that they should be kept.

Of course, since the Blast-Ended Skrewt was killed, William also lost.

So, no matter how disgusting it was, William had to grit his teeth and persevere; he couldn't agree to eliminate the Blast-Ended Skrewt!

If he wins, he can make a request: Hermione can dress him up as a maid on Christmas Eve.

If we lose...

God knows what strange requests Hermione might make. Her requests last year, for example, were certainly "bold" and "excessive"!

Judging from Hermione's eager expression, she seemed to want to retaliate even more fiercely.

"What's cute?"

Anne, with her hair in pigtails, walked over quickly, carrying a large, bloated orange cat in her arms.

She sat down between the two of them, effectively separating them.

Luna and Ginny sat down on either side.

Hermione glared at Anne and Bobocha, seemingly annoyed, and blocked their way.

Bobocha looked completely innocent; it had just been enjoying some snacks when Anne forcibly took it away.

Ever since William stopped giving it Bobocha as a treat, the cat, bored with its life, has had no choice but to start a life of cuteness and begging for dried fish.

Five packets of dried fish allow you to touch them for 30 seconds; if you want to extend your time, you'll have to wait in line. If you want to hold them or stay overnight, you'll need to pay extra!

Without enough snacks to replenish its energy, how could it have the strength to run and sprint around the castle with Mrs. Norris?

Anne ignored Hermione's gaze, the little girl gently tugged at the neck of the large orange cat in her arms, and looked up to ask:

What were you two just talking about?

"You'll find out when you take the Care of Magical Creatures," Hermione said with a mischievous grin.

"The Blast-Ended Skrewt is your brother's favorite animal, isn't it, William?"

William felt nauseous again.

But for the sake of the maid outfit, no matter how hard or tiring it is, I have to grit my teeth and persevere!

"Okay." Anne took out her textbooks and started doing her homework.

"Divination?" Hermione asked curiously. "Who's going to die this year?"

Third-grade wizards can now select their courses.

As a tradition for each new student, Professor Trelawney would announce the death of a student.

Then, she would use her Inner Eye to "predict" a wave of flu in each grade.

With so many grades, there's bound to be someone who guesses correctly.

Anne opened the book "Unfogging the Future" and shook her head, saying, "It wasn't explicitly stated... she vaguely said that the Triwizard Tournament would result in student deaths."

"..."

Well... if we look at past matches, this prediction isn't really that far-fetched.

In the most recent competition, the Triwizard Tournament of 1792:

A Cockatrice went out of control, rampaging and injuring all three principals, and killing several spectators.

Anne took out a cup and tea leaves, and poured water into the cup.

After finishing your tea, shake the tea leaves three times with your left hand, then turn the teacup upside down and place it on the saucer.

She squinted, observing the shape of the tea leaves.

"Having seen the shape of the Thunderbird, perhaps my Silver Wing will come back to me," Anne predicted to herself.

After predicting her own fate, she then helped others predict theirs.

"The sight of the fire dragon indicates an unexpected event will occur in the Triwizard Tournament."

Hmm... Durmstrang might lose a hundred students... and their principal might get injured too.

"..."

Hogwarts is her own school, and Anne also knows Phoebe from Beauxbatons.

These two schools were difficult to rank, so she set her sights on Durmstrang.

Soon, Anne wrote down a series of startling Prophecy.

Judging from the Prophecy alone, Durmstrang will likely suffer a complete defeat this time.

"Durmstrang has really had a lot of bad luck," Hermione laughed.

"But I really saw it." Anne denied making it up.

"But only adult wizards can participate. Durmstrang can't possibly bring over a hundred students," Hermione pointed out her mistake.

"Really?" Anne quickly looked down at her Prophecy. "Then I'll change the more than one hundred to a dozen."

"Still saying you didn't make it up?" Hermione grinned.

Ginny chimed in, "She loves watching this; it's a high-score trick that George and Fred told us."

William leaned closer and glanced at Ginny's Prophecy.

Wow, all my predictions are good.

Regarding Prophecy from other people:

On Monday, Ron fell into the water, and Harry found five Galleon;

On Tuesday, Ron's cauldron exploded, and he was put in solitary confinement; Harry received praise from Professor Snape.

On Wednesday, Ron was criticized by McGonagall, Harry received extra points from Professor McGonagall.

Ah, this...

Is Ginny defying fate, absorbing Ron's luck to replenish Harry's?

William grew increasingly terrified as he looked.

Luna's Prophecy are more interesting; she either discovered the Large-Mouthed Plimpy or caught the Wrackspurt.

At this point, Hermione and Anne started fighting again.

Anne was writing that Hermione would encounter a dragon and have her hair burned off.

The little girl wanted to run away as soon as she finished writing, but before she could take a step, Hermione, who was fuming, grabbed a ponytail and gently pulled her back to her original position.

Anne frowned, looking pitiful, and said, "Fine, I'll change it! I'll change it to 'brother'!"

William: "..."

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