"Oh, that's really terrible." Cassandra sneered twice, "I know, you naughty boy, you have your own little tricks, right?"
"No, I don't have any tricks." Harry picked up a fry, dipped it in ketchup, and handed it to Cassandra.
"I'm not your owl, Potter." Cassandra gave Harry a cold look.
Harry shrugged and ate the fry himself.
Of course, it wasn't that Harry suddenly became smart, but a hundred years ago, Cassandra would occasionally have Harry serve her some food, like fries that made hands dirty.
Cassandra looked behind Harry but didn't see Vivi.
"So, where's your little girlfriend who's always by your side?" She absentmindedly tapped the table beside her with her fingers.
"Vivi is not my girlfriend." Harry argued, "I'm saying, can't you stop assuming relationships between people?"
"Oh, hehe."
Although Cassandra laughed a bit coldly, she seemed quite pleased with Harry's answer.
Harry actually wanted to ask Cassandra about Vivi's whereabouts—but his intuition told him that if he asked directly, Cassandra would be really, really angry.
So, the clever Harry decided to take a roundabout way to ask.
"Besides," he rolled his eyes and said, "it was me, after all, who left Hogwarts to go to the Ministry of Magic to be involved in the trial of Peter Pettigrew, that rat, of course... Only Professor Dumbledore and I know, if anyone should know about Vivi's whereabouts, wouldn't it be you who knows more than me?"
"Her whereabouts have always been mysterious, maybe she's learning some interesting little courses in the Muggle world." Cassandra waved her hand, looking indifferent.
Since even Cassandra, Vivi's roommate, didn't know where Vivi was, Harry just assumed Vivi had gone back to the Muggle world to continue her classes.
Full of thoughts, he went to sleep, planning to ask Professor Trelawney, who has the bloodline of a seer, the next day.
It turns out that using prophecy to find people is indeed quite suitable, after all, he had previously searched for Cassandra to no avail, and it was only with Gellert's prophecy that he found a clue.
With the plan set, Harry decided to ask Professor Trelawney the next day about news regarding Little Sirius.
The next day, the third year had Professor Trelawney's Divination class again.
To be honest, ever since Harry was predicted to have misfortune, no one really wanted to attend Professor Trelawney's class—after all, Professor McGonagall had already pointed out that Professor Trelawney is a Divination Master who loves to talk nonsense about others dying.
But, there's no choice, since they've selected the course, they have to complete it.
They climbed the stairs together into that dimly-lit, stuffy tower classroom, where there was a glowing crystal ball on each small table in the classroom, each filled with pearl-white mist.
Harry looked around, didn't see Professor Trelawney's figure, and before he could search the entire room, he was dragged to sit by Ron.
"You know, Harry?" Ron said in a low voice, "Mom allowed me to buy a cat—and also allowed me to buy an owl, oh my, she really is... a really good mom, I have to admit that—"
Hermione stood beside without speaking, holding back the urge to say "your mom just wants the two mouse-eating pets to drive away the rat smell around you."
"That's a good thing." Harry said with a smile, "At least you don't have to worry about rats anymore—"
"Gosh, stop saying that." Ron's face turned a shade of green and white, "You know, lately, a lot of people have been making fun of me—they say I treated a fugitive as a pet, oh my... But luckily, I'm not the most embarrassed, because there's that big-headed boy—I mean Percy, the Head Boy, up there."
"Yes, when the house falls, there's a tall one holding it up." Hermione couldn't help but say.
"But the crystal ball..." Ron carefully searched for Professor Trelawney with his eyes, just in case she heard nearby—this alertness was learned from speaking ill of Snape: "I originally thought that next term is when we'd start learning about the crystal balls, this professor seems quite capricious, teaching whatever she feels like at the moment."
"Well, it's better than reading tea leaves, isn't it?" Harry questioned, "We can't drink our way to seeing a big black dog again and have her say 'oh dear, you have misfortune!' can we?"
When he said this, Harry even imitated Trelawney's frightened look, speaking while retreating.
It's fair to say Harry's imitation skills are quite strong, at least all the classmates around laughed out loud.
"Hello, everyone!" that familiar blurry voice suddenly appeared, Professor Trelawney came in from the shadows as usual.
She walked straight to Harry, pressing her hand onto Harry's shoulder.
"Child, you're learning quite well—"
The students in the classroom laughed even more joyfully.
"I've decided, perhaps according to our schedule, we should start learning about crystal balls sooner, so I disrupted my teaching plan," Professor Trelawney said as she sat down, her back to the fire in the hearth, searching as if looking for some 'death omen.'
At least, that's what most people think, even including Hermione, who usually respects professors.
"Fate has informed me that your exams in June will involve the spheres, so I'm eager to give you enough practice."