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Chapter 9 – The Mysterious/weird Professor

"You are in the class divination." The divination teacher, I mean Professor Trewaney (is that how you spell it, it's wrong isn't it? I don't know how to spell. –radical princess puts her head in her hands and sobs- oh well, from now on the Trewaney person shall be called the Mysterious/weird professor, O.K?) said mysteriously. "Now look closely into the crystal balls that you have on your table."

"But sir, we don't have crystal balls on our table." Ron said trying to see a crystal a ball that wasn't there.

"Ridiculous boy, here, everyone have a crystal ball. She then threw the crystals around the room. Lavender and Daffodil, I mean Parviti, decided that they would dedicate their lives to this wonderful professor. Because... because they did.

The Mysterious/weird professor swiftly walked up to Harry and stared in his crystal ball for no apparent reason. "Aha, see here boy." She pointed into the crystal ball. "See this bit of cloud here that looks nothing like a grim, well it's a grim and you're going to die." She then fell to the ground and fainted.

Harry put his head on the desk and groaned. "Why, why does she always have to tell me that I'm going to die? I HATE HER. I am not going to die."

"Well actually Harry." Ron said slowly. "You will die one day because otherwise you would be immortal, and she doesn't always say that you're going to die because this is only our first divination lesson."

"BE QUIET RON... I HATE YOU TOO. And if this was the first divination lesson then the author got the order of events wrong. WHEN WILL SHE LET ME PLAY QUIDDITCH???" Harry then ran out of the room in anger. The author stared angrily down at Harry and ordered pocket mouse's pixie slaves to send a flash of artificial lightning down to Harry. Yes, pocket mouse, your pixie slaves obey me, mwa ha ha!!!

"So weird..." Ron said confusedly (is that a word?) Then Hermione appeared. "Where did you come from?" asked Ron confusedly again.

Hermione shrugged. "Its part of the script, I appear and you ask me where I've been. It's kind of like a ritual I guess."

Ron nodded in understanding.

"Where's Harry." Asked Hermione.

"He left."

Hermione stared at the door. She then stared at the teacher on the floor. "I think that divination is useless and is not proper magic." She then stomped out of the door.

Ron shook his head in confusion. "That's only because you can't do it properly Hermione." He said to thin air.

"I can so." Came Hermione's voice from no where.

Everyone was whispering weirdly. Finally Neville stepped forward. "How did you know that she couldn't do divination if she wasn't here for the lesson?"

"It was in the script." Ron replied knowledgeably. Neville nodded. The who class nodded, so did the school. The world nodded at Ron's knowledgeable knowledge.

---------------- Sorry, that chapter was really bad. Hoped you liked it anyway!!! Please review!!!