A few days passed quickly, and a new weekend arrived.
On Saturday, after the Quidditch match between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, Eddie immediately couldn’t wait to pull Scott to an empty classroom.
“He’ll be here soon.”
Eddie whispered.
“The first guest is a Gryffindor student, Fred and George will bring him.”
“They?” Scott was a little surprised, “But they just finished the game.”
Eddie waved his hand indifferently, “It doesn’t matter, Fred and George said that their captain Wood’s post-match summary meeting is boring and long, they won’t attend!”
“I remember Roger also said this about Bruce.” Scott shrugged his shoulders.
“It seems that all captains are the same.” Eddie smiled.
Not long after, Fred and George walked into the classroom with a round-faced boy.
The two of them didn’t even change their team uniforms, and they were all wet with sweat.
“You two are too anxious.” Scott said helplessly.
“Of course, helping classmates is the most important thing!”
Fred said righteously.
He pulled out the boy hiding behind him and pushed his shoulder.
“This is Neville Longbottom, a second-year student in Gryffindor. He urgently needs your help to solve some difficult problems.”
“Hello, Trollope.”
Neville looked at Scott timidly and nodded following Fred’s words.
“Just call me Scott, Neville.”
Scott smiled at him friendly, and then looked at the twins.
“You should know that arithmetic divination is not omnipotent.” He frowned, “To be honest, I may not be able to help this boy.”
Hearing him say this, Neville’s expression changed, and he looked like he was about to cry.
He turned his head and looked at Fred for help.
“Oh, Scott, please help!”
“For the sake of both of us!”
Fred and George asked in a serious manner.
They asked for a long time before Scott nodded hesitantly.
“Okay, I promise to try.”
He looked at Neville apologetically.
“I’m sorry, I don’t want to be too ostentatious. Besides, I’m also worried that my lack of ability will disappoint you.”
“No…it’s okay.”
Neville said with a blushing face.
“Thank you, Scott.”
“Well, you need to relax a little.”
Scott said to him softly, and waved to the other three people.
“You go out, remember not to let anyone in.”
“Of course.”
Eddie and the twins moved immediately.
They closed the curtains of the classroom, took out a magic lamp from somewhere and placed it on the desk where Scott was sitting, then left the classroom and closed the door.
Scott noticed that Neville was obviously relieved when they left.
“Sit down, Neville.”
Scott said gently.
“I think you don’t want others to know the question you need to divine, right?”
“Thank you.”
Neville nodded honestly and sat opposite him obediently.
“Then let’s get started.”
Scott looked at the parchment, quill pen and ink bottle that had been placed on the desk.
These seemed to be arranged by Eddie in advance.
Scott picked up the quill pen and looked at Neville.
“Tell me what you want to divine, Neville.”
Neville looked up at him and lowered his head again.
Scott didn’t urge him, but waited patiently for him to speak.
After a long while, Neville whispered, “Parents.”
“Parents, if you are familiar with them, then this is an easier object for divination.” Scott said softly.
Then, he heard Neville sighed with relief.
Scott continued, “What do you want to know about your parents? Location? Safety? Or something else.”
“I…” Neville paused and looked up at Scott, “I want to know, can my parents recover?”
“That will only be known after divination.” Scott said with a smile.
He had forgotten many details in the “original book”. He only remembered that Neville’s parents seemed to be in the hospital or something.
He had to ask Neville about these situations before he could use arithmetic divination.
“Did Fred and George tell you? If arithmetic divination wants to be accurate, it needs as detailed known conditions as possible.”
Scott said to Neville in the gentlest tone possible.
“You must tell me about your parents.”
“They…”
Neville’s voice was a little hoarse.
He paused again, but still spoke as fluently as possible.
“My parents used to be Aurors, they are Frank Longbottom and Alice Longbottom, my grandmother said they were heroes.”
“After the fall of the mysterious man, they were kidnapped by the Death Eaters. I was only 1 year old at that time.”
“The Death Eaters tortured them with the Cruciatus Curse. They went crazy and lived in St. Mungo’s.”
“My grandmother sometimes took me to see them, but they didn’t recognize me or my grandmother…”
Neville talked about his parents intermittently.
He remembered what Scott said, that as many known conditions as possible were needed, so he kept searching for some details in his mind.
“My mother gave me the candy wrapper of the Super Bubble Gum as a gift.”
“My grandmother told me to throw it in the trash, but I secretly put it in my pocket…”
Scott was a little surprised.
As far as he knew, Neville was famous for his poor memory.
He would always get into trouble because he didn’t remember some things, and made a lot of jokes.
Many things were heard even by people of different grades in different colleges.
But he didn’t expect that such a forgetful child could remember every detail about his parents clearly.
After hearing the latter, Scott became more and more silent.
He suddenly felt that the first customer that Eddie and his team found was not chosen well.
He had heard clearly about the condition of Neville’s parents.
It was obvious that the couple should have been members of the Order of the Phoenix.
In this case, Dumbledore, as the leader of the Order of the Phoenix, could not ignore them.
But they are still in the hospital now, and there is no improvement at all.
What does this mean?
It means that with Dumbledore’s ability and connections, he can’t do anything about the situation of the two.
In this case, what can Scott do?
He didn’t think his arithmetic divination could predict any good results.
Seeing Neville’s honest appearance, he felt a little embarrassed to earn his money.
“What…what happened?”
Neville’s question brought Scott back to his senses.
“Can’t you tell fortunes?”
He looked at him anxiously.
“I’ll try my best.” Scott said solemnly.
He decided to tell the truth, “I must tell you, whether I can calculate the result or not, and what the result will be, I can’t guarantee it.”
He looked into Neville’s eyes and asked, “Can you accept it?”
“I…”
Neville’s fists clenched tightly unconsciously.
“I can.”
He whispered.
