Sunday, Hogwarts remained less lively than the previous two weeks; compared to the dull Castle, children preferred to gather around the stadium to play.
Madam Pince of the library was also relaxed, as fewer people came to the library on weekends, meaning she didn't have to patrol constantly.
However, this also made the remaining people who came to the library even more conspicuous; every single one became a key target of attention.
Especially those who came in pairs and whose attention wasn't on books or homework—
Harry rested his head on one hand, lost in thought, while subtly withdrawing his gaze from Madam Pince.
He already felt that he had become her main focus.
"What are you doing? What happened?" Hermione asked softly. She glanced at the parchment in front of Harry; the wand data and wand pattern drafts on it hadn't been revised for a long time, and the ink had already dried.
"Is it all done? Is this the finished product?" Hermione asked again.
Harry shook his head: "No more daydreaming."
Hermione rolled her eyes at him, then turned her attention back to her homework.
Harry glanced at it; it was homework for Arithmancy and Divination Class, which were two different subjects at Hogwarts—third-year elective courses.
Divination.
Perhaps I can try it.
Harry thought about the last time he did Divination; he had asked if Aunt Margie's arrival for Christmas would be good news, and the result was positive.
Although the outcome was a bit strange, he did have a good Christmas that time, even perfect.
Then, he rummaged through his pouch for a while, finally finding the citrine pendant at the bottom of the Dittany bag.
"Is it the right choice for me to get information from a retired Hit Wizards?"
Then, this question was silently repeated seven times in his mind.
Hermione also looked at Harry, puzzled.
Soon, the pendant began to swing without wind, with a very slight arc. Harry looked closely and saw that the crystal was rotating clockwise.
"Correct?!"
"What is this?" Hermione asked softly.
As she spoke, the crystal suddenly swayed. Harry pondered, while answering Hermione's question: "This is crystal Divination. Hmm, it's about looking at the direction the crystal sways to reflect whether the answer to a question is yes or no."
"Ah!" Hermione mumbled softly, very confused, while pulling the books in front of her closer and constantly flipping through the table of contents: "What method is this? Why haven't I found it?"
"I don't know either, it might be some unrecorded obscure method," Harry chuckled.
"Alright." Hermione nodded: "But what I want to say is, these little tricks don't have any truly meaningful Divination effects. If you want something more reliable, I still recommend Arithmancy, or tea-leaf Divination, crystal ball Divination, and so on."
This happened to be about Hermione's current study direction.
Harry took a deep breath, helplessly saying:
"Hmm, I just hope… it can give an answer, just like flipping a coin. When indecisive, the coin flying in the air is the answer. As for whether the coin lands heads or tails, it's completely unimportant."
As he spoke, he also thought about the dynamic reaction of the citrine pendant just now.
First clockwise, then suddenly disturbed.
If he understood it correctly, it meant, "This is completely feasible, but it requires some prerequisites."
Well, at least he was willing to understand it that way.
The final interpretation rights of Divination belong to the individual!
At this moment, Madam Pince had also slowly walked behind the two of them. Harry suddenly shivered, a feeling of being stared at by a beast emerging in his heart.
The two looked back, then quickly fell silent.
Harry also fell back into thought.
Unfortunately, after much deliberation, he still had to ask Howl for help.
At noon, in the office, Howl's fingers lightly tapped the desk, listening to Harry's narration.
"So… your problem now is that you don't know how to extract the relevant information from that retired Azkaban Hit Wizards?"
"Yes." Harry nodded, then sighed and said: "I'm afraid… it's this kind of thing that reminds me of that retired Ministry of Magic person in Greece who ended up in prison."
"Then you can just recruit him?" Howl offered an answer inquiringly.
Harry quickly shook his head upon hearing this: "No, although what we want to do isn't exactly good, its purpose isn't Azkaban. Firstly, I don't want to drag him into it, and secondly, we don't have a solid foundation of trust."
"Then just use money to clear the way; money can solve most troubles," Howl said again.
"Then when something happens, wouldn't he be the first one the Ministry of Magic comes looking for?" Harry said hesitantly, also feeling a bit awkward: "Uncle Howl, isn't this too indecisive?"
"It's just a different choice," Howl did not answer Harry's question.
"You don't want this person to ultimately go down a criminal path, but right now, only he has the information you need."
Harry nodded.
"Very good, at least you understand—don't let others bear the consequences of your choices!" Howl nodded.
"But it's very simple; if you can't cooperate, then why must you cooperate?" Howl's lips curled into a smile: "Since him voluntarily giving information might bring him trouble, then why can't—you be the trouble?"
"Me? I be the trouble?!" Harry froze, not quite understanding.
"Azkaban's information, he has to give it whether he wants to or not, isn't that enough?!" Howl chuckled: "That way, even if one day in the future he is questioned by the Ministry of Magic, he can completely push the responsibility onto you."
"This…" Harry suddenly understood.
Yes, I can't let others pay for my choices.
So, if that's the case, why not use some less polite, but at least controllable, methods?!
Thinking this, Harry nodded solemnly: "I understand!"
Before, he was completely misled by his own thoughts; he had always intended not to treat that retired Hit Wizards like he treated Mundungus.
Because the other party was a good person.
This also led to him being unable to find a way before.
But now, he had figured it out.
His steps even became much lighter, and as soon as he walked downstairs, he happened to meet Draco.
"Harry," Draco called out: "Hagrid wants you to go over; everything is ready, he looked for you at the stadium but couldn't find you!"
"Things?" Harry quickly reacted: "Oh, really?"
There were quite a few good things happening. Harry walked out with Draco, thinking that perhaps today's events could be used as one of the fuels for the Patronus Charm.
Soon, they arrived at Hagrid's hut. At this time, Hagrid was plowing the land, smashing the large pumpkins that had been planted on Halloween but hadn't been consumed and were starting to rot, and kneading them into the soil. Fang was lying in the field nearby, helping to dig the soil. As soon as he saw Harry, he pounced on him.
"Oh, Harry, you're here." Hagrid wiped his face with his coat: "Why didn't you watch the game today? Is it too much homework recently? Or is it about my wand—Harry, you don't have to be too eager, I have plenty of time and energy to do my own work."
"Oh, no." Harry shook his head: "There are many other things. Speaking of which, Hagrid, regarding your wand, I already have a general repair idea. Perhaps the finished product can be obtained in about another month."
"I'm looking forward to it." Hagrid smiled, throwing down the hoe. The hoe should have been taller than an adult, making Draco's heart pound.
As he spoke, Hagrid opened the door: "Come in quickly, it's still a bit cold outside."
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