Harry just sat quietly on the bed, looking at the wreckage of his broom. He couldn't remember how he spent the next day. He only knew that Madam Pomfrey had been here a few times and provided him with some decoctions to stay in the school hospital for observation on weekends. She also tried to throw away the shards of the broom, but Harry firmly refused her request.

He knew that this kind of behavior was a bit stupid, and he knew very well that his Nimbus 2000 couldn't be repaired-Professor Flitwick had worked hard, and even he couldn't repair it, so it was estimated that no one could repair it. But he really couldn't throw it away, and when he thought of the wreckage of this broom lying in the trash and slowly decaying, his heart felt like it was pinched.

This broom is not just a broom, it's its own friend.

...

Fred and George looked at each other with mixed expressions.

"Fred, do you believe that little stick can help Tom find Scabbers?"

"I'd rather believe that wood can play Quidditch - oops!" Fred was hit on the back of the head as soon as he said that. He turned around and saw his captain, Wood, staring at him.

"Can you stop using the homonym of my name to tell jokes? Seriously, I'm tired of listening to it." Wood glared at the pair of living treasures angrily, pushed them away and ran into the toilet to remove the auxiliary fuel tank-- As soon as he entered the bathroom, he heard Fred muttering his name.

"I'll bet with Merlin's boxers that Tom isn't relying on that little stick," Fred said with certainty, frowning, "his other hand has been hidden under the robe. , the key lies in what is in his hand."

They both stared at Tom's hand hidden in his sleeve, lost in thought.

"Tom, wow, how did you do it, divination, it's really amazing, you'll definitely become a prophet--" Ron hurriedly chased after Banban as he tucked Scabbers into the robe on his chest. Get on Tom and marvel at his divination abilities.

"I just tried it. This is the first and last time I use the branch divination method." Tom's facial muscles twitched twice, and then he threw the firewood stick in his hand into the fireplace.

He was about to leave the Gryffindor lounge with Hermione when Ron stopped him.

"Tom, I..." He hesitated for a while, and finally came out with a sentence: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be so reckless... I wronged you."

Hermione embraced Crookshanks, who was about to move, accepted his apology, and followed Tom out of the Gryffindor common room.

"Wait a minute!" Ron seemed to think of something, "Tom...Hermione, do you want to go to the school hospital with me to see Harry, as if Fred and the others are going too, the scene should be very interesting - I I mean they'll definitely bring a lot of prank toys over there..."

Tom thought about it for a while, and thought that this idea seemed good. Today happened to be Sunday, and he had a lot of free time. He looked at Hermione beside him, and after seeing that she had no objection, he walked towards the school hospital with her.

After arriving at the school hospital and pushing open the door of the ward, Tom saw Harry sitting on the bed staring at the broom fragments in a daze.

Ron walked up to him and picked up the debris piled on his leg.

"do not--"

"Okay," Ron understood what Harry meant, and he gathered up the scraps of the broom, put them on the bedside table, and found a chair beside his bed to sit down.

Ron's arrival obviously relieved Harry's mood, his eyes regained a little life, and when he saw Tom and Hermione who were accompanying him, his lips twitched even more, as if he wanted to say something. what.

"Are you better, bro? You're dangerous enough this time, I see, fifty feet! Floating spells and the like don't work at all..."

"much better……"

"The Floating Charm isn't very useful in that situation, the Damping Charm should be used—"

The two chatted casually, and Hermione interjected two sentences from time to time.

"Harry, something big happened today," Ron took Scabbers out of his arms. "I woke up in the morning and found Scabbers gone, only a pool of blood left on the sheets, guess what?"

"Tom helped me find it with the twig divination method!"

Harry: ...

Peter Pettigrew: !

He opened his small bean-like eyes and stared at Tom intently: So it was your kid who brought Ron here? Damn stinky bastard, come to mess with me again!

Huh? Why do I say "again"?

However, Peter Pettigrew is a person who can withstand strong winds and waves. In the face of Tom, who ruined his good deeds, he did not change his face, and his performance was no different from that of an ordinary mouse.

"Twig divination?" Harry was confused.

Seeing that Harry had never heard of this magical method of divination, Ron excitedly gave Harry a popular science. Tom pricked his ears and listened for a while, thinking that Ron's career as a writer after graduation would definitely help the Weasley family get out of poverty and become rich.

Soon, people who came to visit Harry appeared one after another.

After sitting here for a while, Tom found that there was really a steady stream of people coming to see Harry. Soon after he and Ron's wave arrived, Wood showed up with a large group of Gryffindor players.

Wood stood at Harry's bed, comforting him dryly. He seemed to want to tell Harry that the loss of the game was not his problem, but the sincerity in his words was not even as sincere as the sincerity in the voice of the chat software's customer service.

While Wood was chatting awkwardly there, Fred and George slipped up to Tom and surrounded Tom in a tangle from left to right.

"Tom, tell me how you found Scabbers? Don't talk about branch divination, we're not as stupid as little Ron."

"An alchemy tool." Tom shrugged and told the Weasley brothers about the positioning paper.

"Cool! I think we could try to make a similar product - paper that positions all kinds of things, what do you think, George?"

"Then why don't you use the Flying Curse?" George couldn't help rolling his eyes.

"Let's talk later, in short, the problem is solved." Fred's doubts were solved in this way, he grinned happily, left a bag of prank toys beside Harry's bed, and joined the chat.

The Gryffindor players chatted for a while and then left.

Shortly after Wood left, Ron's sister, Ginny Weasley, also appeared outside the door, poking her head and looking a little sneaky.

She lingered outside the door for a while, and after a long hesitation, she mustered up the courage to rush in. With a blushing face, she shoved a self-made wishing recovery card into Harry's hand. She didn't dare to say a word. Run away at a trot.

"I bet she's definitely interested in Harry," Hermione whispered to Tom in a very low voice lying in his ear after Ginny left, "Harry is lucky, that little girl grows up It must be beautiful."

Tom's ears tickled at the heat from Hermione's lips, and he shuddered.

"It's quite sensitive," Hermione smiled and blew into his ear.

Then the door was pushed open again, and Hermione sat up straight, as if nothing had happened just now.

This time it was Hagrid, who brought Harry a bunch of centipede-like flowers, with stems and leaves intertwined like a yellow cabbage. After not seeing him for many days, Hagrid's complexion has deteriorated a lot, and there is an indelible tiredness on his face, as if he has been staying up all night. The already messy beard and hair are directly entangled, making the two become one.

"Hagrid, what's going on with Buckbeak?" Harry asked Hagrid about the progress of his lawsuit.

"Oh, it's good, you don't have to worry about this, just get well." Hagrid's expression dimmed for a while, and then he tried to comfort him with a few words before he was ready to leave in a hurry.

"Hagrid," Tom stopped Hagrid, "perhaps Professor Dumbledore and Professor Scamander can help you—"

"Professor Dumbledore is busy enough. As for Newt Scamander, I will go to him." Hagrid sighed and turned away.

The atmosphere in the ward suddenly cooled down.

At this time, the card sent by Ginny suddenly began to sing shrilly.

"Hagrid is going through a very difficult time. I saw him in the library some time ago looking for books related to Fantastic Beasts law. To be honest, I don't think he has any chance of winning in the field of law with that guy Lucius. Yes, the Malfoy family is best at playing tricks within the rules..." After being mixed up by the greeting card, the air in the ward returned to normal, and Ron also began to talk about his views.

"Malfoy killed him!" Hermione knew very well the ins and outs of the Buckbeak incident, so she was emotionally inclined towards Hagrid.

"We all know that it was Malfoy who died, but that doesn't change the final result." Ron waved his hand irritably into the air, and he felt very uncomfortable. He even wanted to rush into the Slytherin lounge to punch Malfoy in that stinky face after seeing Hagrid forcing a smile. Because he was so certain that Malfoy was extremely gloating about Buckbeak's death.

At this time, Harry on the hospital bed spoke.

"Ron, I want to be quiet." As soon as Harry spoke, Ron was quiet.

"I want to talk to Tom alone." Harry was silent for a while, then he looked at the two slightly redundant people in the ward.

Hermione & Ron: Then I go?

"Let me and Harry talk alone." Tom thought for a while and opened the door of the ward for the two of them.

Hermione: !

Although she was shocked, she went out obediently, just raised her small fist to show Tom.

"So you want to talk to me about 'ominous'?" Tom said with his back to Harry when they both walked out of the room.

Harry's whole body seemed to be choking. He was astonished, and it was so surprising that Tom could tell him what was on his mind.

Can he read minds? Harry couldn't help but murmur in his heart.

He really wanted to talk to Tom about "ominous" because he really had no one else to talk to. So many people came to see him today and it didn't make Harry feel any better, because everyone understood only half of his troubles. He knew that when he and others mentioned "ominous", there were only two attitudes: panic and sneer.

But Harry's gut told him that Tom might have a different opinion. Eventually, the curiosity in his heart drove him to keep Tom and want to talk to him.

"Tom—"

"Did you see 'ominous' during the game yesterday?"

Harry's words were choked in his stomach, and in the end he could only nod his head constipated.

"I saw it too."

"So you also...?" Harry raised his bowed head all of a sudden, Tom's news was too shocking. He thought that only he could see "ominous".

"Look, I'm still alive and kicking, and 'ominous' has done nothing to me." Tom shrugged. The prediction made by Professor Trelawney when he was sober was really unreliable. Harry was indeed entangled by a **** dog, but this **** dog was the most unlikely person in the world to hurt him.

Harry wanted to ask something else, but Tom asked him a question ahead of him.

"Harry, what do you think of the subject of divination?"

Harry was silent for a moment, then said tentatively, "Is divination a science that reveals the future in various ways?"

Although many Gryffindor boys around believed that divination was a subject that was equated with a liar, Harry still believed it in his heart.

"I think divination is the knowledge of peeping at a corner of the future. What we see is only a very one-sided corner of the future - have you ever eaten star fruit?"

"Huh? No."

"There's one here," Tom said with sharp eyes, and took out a star fruit from the fruit basket sent by someone who didn't know - this fruit basket was quite complete, with all kinds of fruits, even a small watermelon and a pineapple.

"Look, the star fruit is a star on the front, but it looks like this on the side, just like the future we observed, Professor Trelawney is a very good divination master, she is not wrong, but what she sees is definitely not All-round future." Tom tossed the starfruit to Harry.

"One-sided..." Harry looked at the star fruit in his hand~lightnovelpub.net~ before he could think carefully, he heard a noise outside the door, mixed with a few words: Catch that beast! leave me alone! etc.

It was Ron's voice.

It looked like Hermione couldn't stop Crookshanks after all.

Tom opened the door and saw Hermione standing outside the door panting holding the struggling Crookshanks, while Ron was sitting in the corner holding the squeaking Scabbers.

"Sure enough, that cat is still the same crazy!" Ron ran into the ward with Scabbers in shock, as far away as possible from Hermione and Crookshanks in her hands.

"Do you have any questions? If not, let's go first?" asked Harry, who was lying halfway on the bed with a starfruit in his hand.

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