Devil of A Wizard

Chapter 32

Hello Sinners, I hope you all had a good read. Cause now we will have a Hell of a time in this chapter and the chapters after. Now, let's dive into Hell!

Chapter 32: The Quidditch House Cup

Harry wasn't able to get much sleep because of thinking about what he had learned before, but he did at least get some rest. If anything, he looked more bored as he was in Divination class, as Professor Trelawney was teaching everyone how to use a crystal ball and what could appear in the orb. However, all Harry could see in the crystal was white smoke. He felt half the time he should either drop the class or tell a false image to his teacher. But if he dropped out, that meant he would have to take another class and make up for it.

"What do we have here?" Professor Trelawney asked both Harry and a sleeping Ron, who woke up immediately.

"Do you mind me trying?" Hermione asked as she appeared out of nowhere. Ron was confused as to how she was able to appear and silently asked Harry if he had any clue, but the scarred boy didn't know. Hermione continued as she told the Professor. "The Grim... possibly."

"Seriously," Harry spoke aloud as he had had enough talk with this Grim nonsense. He knew out of everyone that he was not going to die anytime.

"Possibly," Professor Trelawney said to the girl. "But if I must tell you, my dear. I'm afraid you do not have the inner eye. I sense you will be just as dry as the books you desperately read."

Offended and angry at what she heard, Hermione jumped out of her seat, knocking over the crystal ball. She grabbed her stuff and stormed off, shouting two words. "I quit!"

Everyone in the class was surprised by Hermione's outburst and could only blink at what just happened. "Was it something I said?" Trelawney asked the students as Harry had a deadpan look on his face.

As the class ended, Ron told Harry his opinion on how Hermione acted. "That was very out of character of Hermione. Usually, she wouldn't do anything like that in a class."

"She's probably stressed out. Well, one less class for her to take," Harry told him. "She can rest up a little."

"If you say so, mate," Ron told his best friend as something hit their feet descending the stairs.

It was the crystal ball that Hermione knocked over. Harry picked it up and thought of returning it. "We should return this."

"You go. I don't feel like going back," Ron told him

"Alright," Harry told him as he rolled his eyes. "I'll see you in a bit," he said, running back up the stairs and up the ladder to the classroom. "Professor Trelawney? I'm bringing you back your crystal ball." The Prince of Hell looked around and didn't see her. 'Probably 'finding her Inner Eye' with some weed,' he thought to himself as he saw a stand where he could put the crystal ball. Seeing as it was the best place to put it.

He placed it right on the stand and was ready to leave, but he started to see something in the crystal ball. It was hard to make out, but it looked like Sirius Black's face. "Harry Potttteeeerrr," he softly said as if he knew Harry was alone with him.

Harry was gazing into it curiously, but his thoughts were interrupted as a hand was placed on his shoulder that made the Prince of Hell turn around quickly with his miniature sword. He saw it was Trelawney, but something was off about her. She was gasping for air, and her eyes looked dilated as she spoke like she was possessed. "He shall return in June."

"Professor, what are you talking about? Who will return in June?"

"He who betrayed his friends and brought murder shall show himself! The one who was framed shall have his vengeance, and the truth will come out! No blood shall be shed, justice will be served, but master and servant shall be reunited once mooooorrrrreeee," Professor Trelawney said, as her voice sounded possessed until she coughed as if something was caught in her throat. "Oh, sorry about that. Were you telling me something?"