Chapter 287 Hermione's Divination Class

"I can't believe I missed the Cheering Charm," Hermione said indignantly. "I bet it will come up in our exams; Professor Flitwick hinted at that!"

"If needed, I can assist you in practicing this spell," Evan offered eagerly.

"Thank you, Evan," Hermione replied, slinging her backpack over her shoulder and sighing, looking very disheartened. "You've helped me so much. Without you, I truly don't know what I would have done. I would like to practice this spell, but I don't have the time. It's hard to imagine. I spent the whole afternoon in Divination class, staring blankly at a crystal ball."

A week prior, the third-year class had been about crystal ball divination.

Evan could very well understand Hermione's current mood. For most wizards without a knack for Divination, it is impossible to see anything in the crystal ball.

As Hermione put it, they were completely wasting their time there.

It is important to emphasize that talent in Divination, though highly esteemed, is very rare and usually inherited.

Simply put, if there are no seers in your ancestry, you should not expect anything useful through Divination.

At least, none of the young wizards Evan knew had this talent.

Considering Hermione's current tight schedule, if she decided to quit the Divination class, Evan would wholeheartedly agree. He comforted her with some words. Minutes later, Hermione headed to Divination class and seemed to be on the verge of reaching her limit.

To her, Professor Trelawney was nothing but a charlatan.

It was utterly unbearable for her to go and listen to Professor Trelawney's nonsense all afternoon under the time crunch.

So, at dinner time, Evan was not surprised to hear the other Gryffindor third-year students discussing Hermione leaving the Divination class midway.

"As usual, Professor Trelawney was predicting Harry's death," Ron explained while serving himself a big spoonful of mashed potatoes, wrinkling his nose and exaggerating. "Suddenly, Hermione interrupted her. Professor Trelawney said that Hermione did not possess the necessary qualities for the noble art of Divination. She said she couldn't recall meeting a student whose mind was so mundane and hopelessly common. Do you know how Hermione reacted?"

All the first and second-year students shook their heads, showing great curiosity on their faces.

"She fell silent for two or three seconds, then got up abruptly," Ron tried to mimic Hermione's tone. "She told Professor Trelawney straight to her face, 'I give up! I'm leaving!' Then, to the astonishment of the entire class, she walked out of the Divination class. It was truly brave, wasn't it?! It startled me, and I bet Professor Trelawney must have been startled too! She stood there, breathing quite heavily as she adjusted her billowy shawl closer to her. That was it."

"Come on, Ron, Professor Trelawney had already predicted it. She had foreseen her departure. Remember our first lesson? 'Around Easter, one of us will leave us forever'," Lavender interrupted, seated on the other end of the long table. "She had predicted it, right?"

"In a way, she does seem to know everything," Ron said, annoyed by Lavender's interruption, adding disdainfully, "Whenever it concerns unfortunate matters!"

"That's the whole charm of Divination, isn't it? To predict the danger of the future and enable one to avoid it, right?" Lavender whispered, trying to persuade Ron.

The two continued debating this topic, and Evan asked Harry about Hermione's whereabouts.

"I don't know, maybe she went back to the Common Room first. Walking out of class directly, this matter must have been a heavy blow for Hermione," Harry said uncomfortably. "We better go look for her. I dare say she must be very distressed now..."

Harry paused before finishing his words.

Hermione was entering the Great Hall from outside. She didn't seem sad at all, but rather very happy. Her face was full of smiles. She sat in the seat Evan and Harry had reserved for her.

Due to what happened in Divination class, almost half of the students at the table turned to look at her, eager to know what happened after the incident.

"Are you okay, Hermione?" Evan asked cautiously.

"I'm fine, Evan!" Hermione replied with great joy. "Since the beginning of the semester, I have never felt better. Think about it, I can finally rid myself of Professor Trelawney and the meaningless Divination lessons and dedicate my precious time to other things."

"But you left the class right away. That has never happened before!" Ron stopped paying attention to Lavender and turned to Hermione. He curiously asked, "I mean, if you quit Divination, what would Professor McGonagall say?"

"Thank you for caring, I just spoke with Professor McGonagall." Hermione took out her schedule and, with her wand, easily removed the Divination class. "She strongly supports my decision. From today, I don't have to waste any more time on Divination. If you also want to quit, you can always express it without worrying about what Professor McGonagall might say."

"That's because you're you," Ron whispered, "If I had quit Divination like you did, Professor McGonagall would have severely criticized me, made me apologize to Professor Trelawney, and then write to my mother about it."

By resigning from Divination, Hermione could feel more at ease.

Even without Divination, she was taking more subjects than anyone else, but her mental state was much better.

Compared to before, she spent the whole day smiling, full of motivation, without the least pressure of studies on her.

For Hermione, learning was something joyful. However, not everyone was as optimistic. The Easter holidays were not exactly relaxing. As the end-of-year exam approached, the second-year students were getting more and more homework.

According to Colin, he had never had so much homework.

Indeed, not only the second years, all the young wizards at the school now spent almost all their time studying, and more and more time in the Common Rooms and the library. Neville seemed on the verge of a nervous breakdown, and he was not the only one.

At noon on the last day of the Easter holidays, Evan had just entered the Gryffindor Common Room when he heard Seamus Finnigan shouting in a corner.

"Are they calling this a vacation?" he threw some magic books to the floor. "The exams are still far away, who are they trying to fool?"