Octavius let out a small chuckle. Perhaps it was a slight exaggeration. His powers weren't all that amazing. At least not anymore amazing then what other witches and wizards could do. Divination just happened to be what he excelled in. "I can't read what's in that book. The book doesn't give off anything to read from. Except maybe light tendrils of your aura. At the very least I could tell you were the last person to touch it. I can read the waves a person gives off. Sometimes if I go deep enough i can find memories that are attached to the feelings. And on a very very rare occasion, I get visions."