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Chapter 80: Bloody Omen
🕑 Added 2019-08-15 15:34:57 +0000 UTC
Harry and Ron then rushed to Transfiguration class, and Evan went to Charms class.
Within a few tens of minutes, what happened in Divination was spread all over Hogwarts, and Evan immediately paid for his bad jokes.
In the second-year Charms class, no one except Colin and Ginny was willing to approach him.
Professor Flitwick explained the Levitation Charm on the platform, while the young wizards were absent-minded. From time to time, someone gave Evan a sneaky look. They all heard about Professor Trelawney's prophecy.
Of course, Harry whose Grim was in the teacup, was doomed to die, and if bad luck was contagious, the next must be Evan who also saw the same omen.
But then what?
All the young wizards took a breath of air and tried to shrink back as far as possible.
Evan had never known before that the wizards were so superstitious. They had obviously great power, but they were afraid of a black stray dog.
Ginny explained the Grim meaning to Evan and Colin. She said that her uncle Bilius had seen one before, and he died 24 hours later.
Looking at her expression, she seemed to be worried that Harry would fall down at any moment.
When they arrived at the Great Hall for lunch, Evan saw Harry and Ron equally pale, while Hermione looked scornful.
“Ron, cheer up. You scared Colin and Ginny!" Hermione pushed a dish of stew toward him and turned to explain, "McGonagall just told us in class seeing death omens is Professor Trelawney’s favorite way of greeting a new class. She predicts the death of one student every year, but the accuracy rate is zero."
“You don't understand, Hermione!" Ron muttered, spooning stew onto his plate and slowly said, "Harry and Evan have seen a grim. It's really, really bad!"
“I don't see anything bad about it. If those people see the Grim and die of fright, then Grim is not an omen, it’s the cause of death!" said Hermione in a superior tone, "Think of Trelawney's other predictions. She warned Evan to be careful of spiders, didn’t she?!"
Ron wrinkled his nose uneasily. The thing he feared most was spiders.
“She’s right, we really should be careful with spiders. I mean, Harry's omen in the teacup is clear." Ron said fiercely, "Accept the facts, Hermione! Professor Trelawney isn’t just bluffing! You just don't like being bad at something for a change."
As soon as his voice fell, Hermione slammed her Arithmancy book down on the table so hard that bits of meat and carrot flew everywhere.
“If being good at Divination means I have to pretend to see death omens in a lump of tea leaves, I’m not sure I’ll be studying it much longer! That lesson was absolute rubbish compared with my Arithmancy class!”
Under the others’ gaze, she snatched up her bag and left the Great Hall.
“What’s she talking about?" Ron smiled uneasily. "She hasn’t been to an Arithmancy class yet."
"Hermione just worries about Harry and me. You don't want us to see a dog and die like that?" said Evan, stuffing the pie into his mouth.
“Of course not, but...it's really, really bad!" Ron replied morosely.
His prediction seems to have been verified, or perhaps that was the second omen.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, just out of the magic history classroom, Evan saw Hagrid hurrying in front of him with Malfoy. Malfoy had a deep, long gash on his arm, blood flowing down and splattering the hallway, and many Slytherin students followed.
The second-years who had just come out of the classroom were all stunned. They covered their mouths in surprise and did not know what had happened.
IT was Harry who had the omen of death. Why was it Malfoy who got hurt?
It soon spread that Malfoy had been attacked in Hagrid's class by a hippogriff named Buckbeak.
Someone might ask: Why were there Hippogriffs in the class? This was simply because it was Hagrid's first lesson of Care of Magical Creatures class. In order to leave a deep impression on everyone, he brought 12 Hippogriffs to the class.
Not surprisingly, the class ended in complete failure. Although Gryffindor students could prove that Malfoy was attacked by Buckbeak because he asked for it, it still cast a bloody shadow over the already heavy atmosphere in the school.
Evan ran into the school hospital after them. He saw that Madam Pomfrey had cured Malfoy in only one minute, but he was still pale and said his arm was painful. His mouth was shouting something about telling his father to get Hagrid fired.
If there weren't too many people around him, Evan would have given him a Langlock spell.
About five minutes later, Snape rushed over and he gave Evan a fierce look. Evan quickly withdrew from the school hospital.
A few moments later, Hagrid also came out from the inside with a face of decadence.
“I'm afraid it’s a new record, Evan!" he said gloomily. "I don’t think they’ve ever seen it before. I’ve been teaching for just one day and I screwed everything up. Professor Snape said I shouldn't have brought hippogriffs to the class and he said that he would report this to Dumbledore and the school governors.”
"It was not your fault. I heard all about it just now. It was all Malfoy’s!"
“No, I'm too aggressive. I should have started with flobberworms or something else… should have left Hippogriffs for later. I just thought it would make a good first lesson. It’s all my fault..." Hagrid pulled out his huge handkerchief and wiped his eyes.
“Anyway, I'm here for you, Hagrid!" Evan gasped. He didn't know how to comfort him. “If you have any trouble, come to me for help."
“Thank you, I feel much better!" Hagrid pulled Evan into a bone-breaking hug.
Then he wandered out of the castle, wiping his tears all the way, and Evan looked at him anxiously.
He went to the Great Hall for dinner and then returned to the Common Room. He never saw Harry, Ron, and Hermione. He didn't know what to do. He sat absent-mindedly in front of the fire and discussed with Colin on today’s Charms homework.
The three of them were not back until it was completely dark.
They had been to see Hagrid. After saying goodbye to Evan, Hagrid returned to his cabin and drank a lot of wine. When they arrived, he was lying on the ground drunk with tears on his cheeks.
That was not the worst. Worse yet, Hagrid received a letter from the school governors. It said that Lucius Malfoy officially filed a complaint to the board of Governors and the Ministry on this matter. It seemed that he was determined to get Hagrid fired.
