Chapter 3

After what happened that night, Lily became interested in Joe Mead, the Gryffindor sophomore. After a few days observation, she discovered that even other Gryffindor students did not seem to be very enthusiastic about Joe. "They all say Joe Mead is a terrible person, and nobody seems to like coming too close to her." Sitting under the beech tree by the lake, Lily was lost in thought.

Snape was silent for a moment, then said to Lily, "You should better to stay away from her. In the World of Magic, the Mead Family doesn't have any good reputation." "What do you mean, Seaver?" Lily frowned slightly. She had a good impression of Joe. "Uh … I mean, their family is famous for their cunning property and adept at prophecy. And if you want to get a vision of the future from them, you have to pay the price. The Mead are the best at business, and if you can't pay them, you'll be punished badly," Snape explained to Lily.

'"Really?" However, Joe looked so docile and harmless … although she was a little strange from time to time. "Lily opened her eyes wide in disbelief.

'"It's said that a senior Slytherin student, made a deal with Joe Mead, when she was a freshman. But after receiving her help, he went back on his word. Then one day, his magic power suddenly surged and he was not deal with in time. He turned into a squib and was almost expelled from the family." "That could be a coincidence," Lily retorted.

Snape shook his head, there were several similar events had happened on Herchipatch, Gryffindor, or Ravenclaw students. They all had examples of revenge against her for breaking the contract. Fortunately, their transactions weren't big, so they weren't punished heavily-not to mention. Besides, there were countless similar records of the Mead family in history, so even if their family members withered now, no one dared to underestimate them. Dealing with the Mead family was like dealing with a devil. "He didn't want Lily to get involved with such a dangerous person.

Under Snape's serious gaze, Lily nodded and promised to keep a distance from Joe. "But that Ravenclaw girl seems to be Joe's friend, so she doesn't mind," Lily thought of the beautiful Cynthia. Snape said he didn't care about anyone else, so he asked Lily to take care of herself. But the next day they saw Joe on the medical wing.

Because of Slytherin and Gryffindor's flying lessons, the swaying comet series of brooms scared everyone. James was well-trained in movement, and he had been in contact with brooms since he was a child, so he was naturally very familiar with flying. He made two difficult movements in the air, causing the Gryffindor girls to scream.

Of course, this didn't include Lily. Even if James dived down and stopped in front of Lily, expressing his willingness to teach her flying skills, while Lily didn't pay any attention.

James still wanted to say something else, but suddenly a burst of confusion interrupted him. Peter Pedro's broom suddenly broke down and shook wildly in mid-air. A Slytherin boy beside him, Kenneth Goyle, also be crashed by Peter before he could laugh at him. The two of them fell off the broom at the same time.

Hence, Mrs. Hooch could only let the remaining students practice freely. She brought the two injured little fellows to the medical wing.

"Evans, do you want to try riding a broom with me? I promise it'll be exciting." "No!" Lily refused and kept a distance from James.

Seeing this, Sirius Black grinned and patted Lupin on the shoulder, signaling him to watch the show.

"I won't let you fall. I've been flying on a broom since I was five." James continued to show off his glorious history proudly. Snape sneered. "Snot, what do you mean!" When James heard this, he turned around and shouted at Snape. "Nothing interesting, just a heartfelt admiration for the simple-minded trolls with their well-developed limbs," Snape said. "Snot, what do you want!" "Potter, don't call Seaver like that!" Lily retorted first. "I don't want to do anything, I just want you to stay away from Lily!" Snape crossed his arms and said coldly. As a result, the battle escalated.

Mrs. Hooch, who had rushed back, had to go to the medical wing again, while carrying four little fellows-Lupin did not participate in the fight. "Why are you here again?" Lady Pomfrey had just finished dealing with Peter and Goyle's injuries when she turned around to see the helpless and embarrassed Lady Hooch. Mrs. Hooch shook her head and threw the four of them away. "I'll leave them to you. I have to hurry back and look after those little guys. If you are not around, they'll cause trouble."

"Sure enough, Gryffindor and Slytherin are right. Every time you two academies collide, nothing good happens. Merlin's beard, why didn't Dumbledore completely separate the courses of the two academies?" Lady Pomfrey roared angrily and began examining the four of them.

Lily suffered the lightest wounded. After all, James and Sirius were both attacking Snape. She was only accidentally injured. There were several wounds on Snape's arm, and Potter was not much better. His glasses were broken, his forehead was swollen, the school uniform was also torn, Black's wrist was in a strange posture, and his chin was injured as well.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Pomfrey. Excuse me." The door to the medical wing was opened again, and a girl with long silver hair walked in. She seemed to be a little surprised that there were so many people in the medical wing, and she was unconsciously stunned for a moment.

"What's wrong? Another Gryffindor?" Lady Pomfrey stabbed Sirius's wrist with her wand and asked in disdain when she saw the color of Joe's collar.

"Professor Slughorn asked me to bring you the potions. He said that he had not had enough assistants lately to make them." Joe showed the glass bottle in her hands to Mrs. Pomfrey.

"Well, put them there, and I'll put them away later-are you the student who helped Professor Slughorn?" Mrs. Pomfrey knew that most of the potions the professor provided to the medical wing were not made by himself, but by the students he had found who had excellent results in the potions class.

Joe shook her head shyly. "No, I'm just here to run errands, because I happened to be punished for volunteering in the cellar." Mrs. Pomfrey took the time to look at Joe again, and suddenly remembered, "Oh, you must be the student who always exploded the crucible."

Lily heard Snape, James Potter, and Sirius Black sneer at the same time. Looks like Joe's performance in Potions class was so bad that even Mrs. Pomfrey remembered her. Joe, at Mrs. Pomfrey's command, put the box on the shelf, and, without looking at Lily and the others, left very consciously.

Joe had recently developed an interest in oriental divination, and even in the library at Hogwarts there weren't many books on it, but they were more reliable than the chaos outside. After a long time reading, Joe raised her head and stretched her neck. She found that there was a gentle looking boy sitting opposite her. Joe had a good memory and immediately remembered that he seemed to be James Potter's friend.

Joe narrowed her eyes and looked at the boy with light brown hair until he noticed her line of sight and shifted his gaze from a book about werewolves and vampires to her. "Are you interested in using the crystal ball to divine?" Joe suggested with a smile. Lupin was stunned for a moment, then shook his head gently, expressing his refusal.

Looks like he heard rumors about Joe. Joe wasn't disappointed. "If you need anything, you can come and find me anytime." Her face turned slightly red. "The fee isn't as expensive as I thought." Lupin looked at Joe doubtfully. In astronomy class, Cynthia looked at Joe with a worried expression and drew a star map very easily. "My eyes are dazzling, but I can't draw anything. Every time I come to astronomy class, I wonder if I'm a Ravenclaw." Joe said bashfully, "My family is good at divination. Looking at the stars is also a method of divination."

"What can you find out?" Cynthia asked curiously. Joe thought for a moment and said, "My abilities are limited and I don't see much, but I've been able to see that the stars that represent you know who are getting brighter and brighter these past few years." Cynthia was shocked and hurriedly looked around. She was relieved to find that the other students were either racking their brains to draw, or watching endlessly through the brass telescope, and no one noticed their conversation.

"You're too bold to talk so openly about you know who," Cynthia said in a low voice. Joe blinked and asked in confusion, "Is there a problem?" Cynthia seemed to have been defeated by Joe's innocence. She straightened her back and sat back down as a lady. She decided to continue fighting with the astrology and not discuss the subject with Joe.

Of course, Joe knew that the mysterious man was terrifying, but … she lay on the table and poked the brighter star on the star map with her finger bit by bit.

Business comes. This time, it was a girl from Ravenclaw who quietly pulled Joe after class. Joe waved to Cynthia, indicating that she can go first. Cynthia was used to this situation and went to fill her stomach.

This girl seemed to be very surprised at how close Cynthia was to Joe. After all, Cynthia was the famous little princess of Ravenclaw. She came from a pure-blooded aristocratic family. She was very graceful in terms of food, clothing, shelter and transportation. Before the branch, everyone thought that she would enter Slytherin.

Joe obediently sat in her seat. The astronomical tower was already empty. Only she and the freckled girl in front of her were left. Everyone in the Mead family knew that they had to wait for the other party to speak first at a time like this. "You … I want to help someone to return soul, can you do this?" Joe was a little surprised. It was really a big deal.

"Eh … Demi, you should know that I'm good at divination. Resurrecting the dead should be within the scope of alchemy, or you can try it out with a potion master." "But this is about predicting the future," Demi said stubbornly.

Joe raised her eyebrows and signaled for her to continue.

"My brother passed away a few months ago," Demi choked. "We all thought he died unexpectedly and didn't investigate. But I had a dream the day before yesterday. In that dream, Jean told me that … someone killed him because he predicted a secret, so he was killed by another person."

"Dream on …" Joe was not affected by Demi's sadness as she muttered to herself.

"I want to know who it is, but he couldn't tell me clearly in his dream. He only said that that person would harm me, so … so I thought …"

"You want to find out the real cause of your brother's death and the secret he foresaw by reviving his soul?"

"Yes … because our family is choosing a successor for our generation, so … I think my younger brother's death is related to this," Demi said confidently.

"Actually, I think it would be more convenient to find your parents than me." Joe frankly said, she was not a bad businessman, inducing only second-grade students to do dangerous things.

"Father won't believe me. Ever since he married Selena …" Demi said passively.

Joe felt like she was involved in some kind of drama family ethics story.

"Well, I'll take the business, but, dear Demi, it's a very complicated and dangerous one. What kind of reward can you offer me?"

Under Joe's innocent gaze, Demi blushed. After hesitating for a long time, she finally said, "A brooch …"

"Huh?" Joe blinked.

"When my mother was alive, she accidentally got it from a black merchant in Knockturn Alley. It should be a family heirloom … I … I only have this …" She only knew that this item should be very valuable, but she didn't know how to use it. She didn't know who this brooch belonged to before.

"Can I inspect the goods first?" Joe politely made a request.

Demi saw that Joe seemed to be interested in it and hurriedly took out a flat blue velvet box from her bag. It was a very exquisite brooch with more than two violet flowers on it. In the middle were branches and leaves made of gold and gemstones wrapped around a small family emblem, and at the bottom was a large crystal in the shape of tears. Joe held up the brooch with his hand, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips. This family emblem was too familiar.