Andy glanced at Harry. "You..."
Harry spread his hands. "Professor Dumbledore has already checked; there is nothing wrong with me."
Andy nodded upon hearing this.
Voldemort obviously would not be foolish enough to let Peter Pettigrew put a few curses on him under Dumbledore's nose.
But judging from Peter Pettigrew's actions, there was no doubt that Voldemort's goal was Harry...They needed to do something while Harry was asleep.
"Maybe the dormitory! Peter might have done something in your dormitory," Hermione guessed.
Harry said helplessly, "Professor Dumbledore has already checked our dormitory...and there was nothing wrong either."
Hermione looked at Andy and asked, "Andy, what do you think?"
"I don't know!"
Andy shook his head. "Peter obviously did something while Harry was asleep, or... checked something."
But that's only one thing!
Another thing is that if Snape's identity had not been revealed, then in Voldemort's eyes, this matter obviously could not be allowed to be known by Snape.
That was why Voldemort did not let Snape do this task, and he did not even notify Snape.
Andy guessed, could it be that Voldemort had already discovered that Harry was one of his Horcruxes? Did he send Peter Pettigrew to inspect whether Harry is a Horcrux?
But the matter of 'Harry being a Horcrux' couldn't be said.
"There are too few clues."
Andy said. "If there is nothing wrong with Harry, then Peter's purpose is obviously to check something."
Ron turned his head and looked at Harry as if he were looking at a dead person. "Harry, if the You-Know-Who didn't instruct Peter to kill you, does he plan to do it himself?"
Harry: "..."
"Omen!"
Hermione suddenly had a flash of inspiration and spoke in the tone of 'there is only one truth': "Harry, do you remember the first Divination class? Professor Trelawney did a Divination for you, and the result was... a bad omen!"
Harry: "…"
Ron said with a strange look on his face, "Only you would believe that liar."
"Professor Trelawney is not a liar; she is a true master of Divination."
Hermione said angrily in response, "Although we can only learn the most basic divination, Andy has a sight and can make real predictions."
"Yes! Andy can make real divinations."
Harry looked at Andy expectantly. "Andy, maybe you can divine Peter's location."
"Well…"
Andy pondered for a moment, "Yes! But I need a crystal ball."
"Let's go find Professor McGonagall." Hermione took Andy's hand and ran towards Professor McGonagall with great enthusiasm.
"You slow down!" Andy sighed helplessly.
Harry and Ron glanced at each other and hurriedly followed behind.
"Professor McGonagall!"
Running to Professor McGonagall, Hermione calmed down a bit and said hurriedly, "Professor McGonagall, we need to go back to the dormitory."
Professor McGonagall glanced down at the four in front of her. When she saw Harry and Ron, she suddenly felt a little uneasy. "You better give me a good reason."
"Professor McGonagall, Andy might be able to tell where Peter is, but he needs a crystal ball," Hermione hurriedly explained.
Andy can see the future!
Professor McGonagall had heard about this.
It was hard to teach a student who had mastered Divination, so Professor Trelawney of course bragged about it everywhere.
Professor McGonagall herself had heard the story no less than ten times.
Professor McGonagall hesitated for a moment, then nodded with a restrained smile, "Yes! But you must promise me that no matter what happens, the four of you must not be separated."
"And...once you have the result of the divination, you must immediately inform Dumbledore."
"Of course!" Andy agreed.
"Come back soon," Professor McGonagall said.
"Thank you, Professor McGonagall." The four of them responded, and then they quickly ran towards the seventh floor of the castle.
Harry followed Andy as if he had something to say but couldn't.
He had come to see Andy this time because he wanted to ask Andy about Malfoy, using Peter Pettigrew as an excuse.
He wanted to know what Malfoy had told Andy!
Why had Dumbledore and Andy both said that it was a secret?
If it was a secret, why had Malfoy been told?
But when the time came, Harry was a little too tongue-tied to ask.
Andy and Dumbledore had both refused him; Andy even refused twice.
When they reached the Ravenclaw dormitory, Andy took a box from under the bed and pulled out a crystal ball.
"So this is what the boys' dormitory looks like," Hermione said, looking around curiously.
Andy suddenly felt a little relieved. He was glad that he usually paid attention to hygiene and kept his personal belongings in order; otherwise, he would have embarrassed himself today.
"I'm going to start!"
Andy sat cross-legged on the bed and told the three of them, "You must not make a sound during the divination process."
"We know!" The three of them replied.
Andy nodded, then closed his eyes slightly and placed his hands on either side of the crystal ball.
"..."
After a short while, Andy suddenly opened his eyes.
"No use; I need a bit of a medium."
Andy turned his head and looked at Harry, saying, "Harry, sit opposite me, place your right hand on the crystal ball, and think about how you met Peter tonight."
Before Harry could reply, Hermione suddenly said, "Andy, I think Weasley might be better. Because Peter was Weasley's rat."
"He can't!"
Andy said, "Peter is here for Harry, and only Harry can act as the medium."
"I'm fine!"
Harry nodded seriously and then sat opposite Andy as he was told to, placed his right hand on the crystal ball, and asked, "Is that all I have to do?"
Andy whispered, "Close your eyes! Recall in your mind everything that happened when you met Peter tonight."
Harry nodded and closed his eyes.
Andy also closed his eyes, placed his hands on either side of the crystal ball, and once again began the divination process.
This time the divination went very smoothly.
After about three minutes, Andy opened his eyes and said, "It's done!"
Upon hearing this, everyone's attention was drawn to the crystal ball.
A white mist appeared inside the crystal ball, and as it continued to surge, some images appeared in the centre of the mist.
It was a dilapidated room that looked like it had been abandoned for years, with a thick layer of dust on the floor.
But if you looked closely, you could see that the furniture here had been moved not long ago. Some of the dust on the table had been wiped away.
A mouse slipped in through the doorway, and then its figure quickly elongated, and in an instant, it turned into the appearance of Peter Pettigrew.
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