Harry Potter: Is Fortune-Telling at Hogwarts a Problem?

[A cringey work from my middle school days, full of embarrassing history o(╥﹏╥)o]

[Chinese rabbit + no CP + mostly daily life + next generation + Ravenclaw + wheelchair user]

As an exchange student from China studying in Britain, Song Qian planned to coast along and get through these seven years in peace.

But one casual fortune-telling reading while passing by made him famous overnight, turning him into the little wizards' god of lost and found.

Neville lost his toad?

No need to panic, just find Song Qian, the guy in the wheelchair.

Harry and Cedric have disappeared?

Easy, just find the stone-faced Song Qian.

Looking for Horcruxes?

Simple, just find Song Qian.

So although Song Qian was solitary and not much of a talker, he was especially well-liked among the young wizards.

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Unfortunately, Song Qian had one especially obvious flaw.

His grades were always near the bottom of his year, and single-digit scores were commonplace.

Anyone with a stereotype about Ravenclaw assumed the Sorting Hat was getting old and senile, and had put him in the wrong house.

But they had forgotten one fact.

--The Sorting Hat had made a mistake only a handful of times.

On the train in their third year, everyone panicked when faced with the gloomy, rotting Dementors.

In the darkness, Song Qian held a bell and slowly rose, bracing himself against his wheelchair.

The cold wind stirred the hair on his forehead. His black eyes, still as stagnant water, gleamed with an unusual light, and the corner of his lips lifted in the faintest smile.

"Now this is interesting."

Before the words had even left his mouth, the Dementor's limbs convulsed. A shrill, piercing wail was forced from its throat, and it was left on the brink of death.

Afterward, as everyone stared at him in bewilderment, the black-haired boy tilted his head and, for once, spoke.

"Is this hard?"

I'm Just Bad at Magic, Not at Exorcisms and Fortune-Telling