Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

After selling the brooches and eating breakfast, there was not much time left.

After handing the other brooches to Qiu Jinu, Wayne hurriedly followed Hermione to the first class of the third grade - Divination.

Harry and Ron were supposed to go together, but Malfoy was exaggerating the scene of Harry fainting for the Slytherins, making them laugh.

Harry was so angry that he blocked the door of the auditorium and waited for Malfoy to come out and settle yesterday's account.

Walking through the castle, Wayne and Hermione went to the North Tower, which was far away from the auditorium. Wayne rarely went there. In addition to the Divination classroom, most of the professors' dormitories were also there.

At the end, Hermione was a little tired.

"You should exercise well." Wayne held the little witch's hand and pulled him.

"You stay indoors reading every day. If you are in danger, you will definitely be the slowest runner."

"How about starting from tomorrow, you can go running with Astoria."

After climbing the last spiral staircase, Hermione took two deep breaths and felt better.

"What time does Astoria start every day? I really need to exercise."

"Seven o'clock, don't you usually get up at this time to read?"

Hermione hesitated again when she heard that it conflicted with her reading time, "I'll think about it when I go back."

Wayne rubbed her head unhappily and led them into the classroom.

This doesn't look like a classroom at all. It's more like an old-fashioned teahouse in the attic, with more than 20 small round tables.

Everything in the room was illuminated by a hazy red light. The curtains were tightly closed. There was a copper teapot burning in the fireplace, and white steam was floating, making the visibility in the room even worse.

The students who entered the room were all looking at the strange decorations, as well as the playing cards and crystal balls in the corner.

Wayne felt that Trelawney must have studied in the Muggle society.

The tarot cards and astrology houses he had seen before also created an atmosphere like this.

The sense of mystery was full.

Many girls found a good seat and sat down excitedly. Wayne took Hermione to sit in the corner.

"Where is the professor? Where is she?" Lavender Brown looked around, looking at the boiling hot water in the fireplace, and couldn't help saying, "Is the theme of this class morning tea?"

"Welcome." A vague voice suddenly came from the shadows, and Trelawney walked out.

She wore big glasses and a thin, transparent cape with many metal pieces, which made people's eyes uncomfortable.

Many people thought of the Sorting Hat yesterday and were attacked mentally again.

"It's great to finally see you in the material world." Trelawney said something that no one could understand and sat on the chair.

"This course is the most profound of all courses. I must say this in advance. This is a course that requires talent and insight. If youThey don't have such qualifications, and I can't do anything about it. "

Hermione frowned, while Wayne shouted in his heart.

Isn't this a disclaimer?

You can't learn well because you are not talented enough, and it has nothing to do with me as a teacher.

No wonder I can get paid for so many years, I have something.

Trelawney continued to introduce the greatness and unpredictability of divination, and occasionally made some predictions, which frightened the little wizards. At least Lavender Brown remembered the days when Trelawney said she would be unlucky.

"Now, everyone go to that teacup and fill it with tea. When there is only tea dregs left, shake it vigorously three times with your left hand, and then turn the cup upside down, and you can give the pattern to your companion to solve. "

After Trelawney finished speaking, the little wizards lined up to pour water and receive tea.

"Do you really believe it? "Hermione looked at "Seeing the Future Through the Mist" and said in confusion: "Can you interpret the future destiny just by relying on a bunch of tea leaves?"

Wayne looked at her strangely: "If you don't believe it, why did you choose this course?"

Hermione blushed.

"This, isn't this the only course you chose? I chose it out of curiosity."

"Do you remember the prophecy made by Professor Trelawney at the Halloween party last year?" Seeing that there were still many people queuing in front, Wayne didn't rush to get tea, but asked in a low voice.

Hermione nodded: "I remember, but Professor McGonagall said that Trelawney would do similar things every year to attract attention."

"I didn't know before, but that time was different." Wayne shook his head gently: "It was a real prophecy, and Dumbledore thought so too. "

Most of the time, Trelawney was indeed a salary fraudster, but this person had the potential to be a psychopath, and there was no telling when she would make a real prediction.

He remembered that at the end of this semester, she predicted Voldemort's return, and Harry heard it.

The purpose of Wayne signing up for this course was just to increase the chance of encountering it.

Hearing what he said, Hermione could only temporarily suppress the doubts and dissatisfaction in her heart.

I plan to study hard and see where the magic of divination lies.

Soon, the tea was brought back.

According to Trelawney's method, Wayne and Hermione exchanged their tea leaves, turned to the fifth page of the book, and looked up the meaning of the corresponding pattern.

They moved slowly, and Harry and Ron at the next table had already started.

Harry widened his eyes, and his glasses were almost stuck to the tea leaves. "Crooked cross, what does this mean? ”

Harry compared the book: "You will have pain and suffering, no, there is also something like the sun, which represents great happiness. ”

"So..." Harry combined it and made the final conclusion: "You will be very painful first, and then veryCool?"

Wayne: "....."

Is your fortune telling serious?

He looked down at Hermione's tea leaves, and his thoughts were also led astray by these two idiots.

"What did you see?" Hermione asked curiously.

"Nah..." Wayne almost blurted out, but fortunately he reacted: "Dark clouds, bright moon."

"You should be very busy in the next period of time, and you will... encounter very happy things?" Wayne read out the script.

He found out, he just didn't have any talent for fortune telling.

The dog system didn't have this option either, I don't know why

Hermione pouted, she packed her schedule every day, she must be very busy.

With Wayne by her side, isn't this a happy thing?

"You will have an unexpected fortune, not much, but without any risk. "Hermione said what she saw.

"Good luck to you." Wayne smiled, and suddenly Trelawney screamed beside him.

"It's an eagle, dear, you have a mortal enemy." Trelawney glared at Harry.

"This is something everyone knows." Hermione said dissatisfiedly: "Everyone knows the grudge between Harry and the mysterious man."

"No, I think my enemy is Malfoy now." Harry retorted. He had been madly attacked by Malfoy in the past two days, and he had long forgotten who Voldemort was.

He looked at Trelawney expectantly: "What happened to my enemy, will he be in bad luck?"

"No, it's you who has bad luck!" Trelawney shouted: "That big black dog, dear child, it is a bad omen - the biggest bad omen! "

Harry's heart skipped a beat. In Flourish and Blotts, he saw a black dog on the cover of the book "Death Prophecy". In the corner of Diagon Alley, he also saw a big black dog.

Seamus came over curiously and looked at Harry's plate: "Why don't I see a dog? I see dynamite."

"Uh, I saw a donkey?" Lavender Brown also came over.

"......."

The class ended in a daze, and everyone rushed to the Transfiguration classroom without stopping.

In the first class, Professor McGonagall introduced everyone to the knowledge of Animagus. Just like the first class of the first grade, she turned into a tabby cat in public and then changed back.

"What's wrong with you? "Professor McGonagall wondered. In the past, this trick of hers was always successful, and she always received exclamations and applause.

But today, the little wizards were terribly quiet, and their minds were not on her at all.

The classmates looked at Harry unconsciously, and Harry lowered his head.

"Professor." Hermione raised her hand, "We just had a divination class, and Professor Trelawney said..."

"Is that so." Professor McGonagall interrupted Hermione who had not finished speaking: "I understand, just tell me, who did she predict to die?"

"How do you know?"

Now, the little wizard turned his eyes to McGonagall in shock again.Professor.

"It's Harry!" Ron shouted: "Trelawney saw a black dog and said it represents death."

"It seems that he has chosen you this year. I thought it was Mr. Lawrence." Professor McGonagall smiled.

Wayne looked innocent. Why did he get involved again?

Professor McGonagall took a small revenge on the shock that the Sorting Hat gave her yesterday. She felt much better and explained to the students:

"In fact, since Trelawney came to this school, she has welcomed new students in this way every year, enjoying your surprised and frightened expressions. Last year it was Miss Gole, and before that I remember it was Mr. Patrick."

"In short, divination is the least rigorous branch of magic. Potter, I think your body is very healthy and you can complete an eight-inch paper."

The students laughed softly. It was rare to see Professor McGonagall joking.

But they couldn't laugh anymore after laughing.

Potter has to write an eight-inch paper. Aren't they the same? (To read the exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

Anyway, after Professor McGonagall's comfort, the heavy atmosphere in the classroom was finally swept away.

She once again turned into a tabby cat and then back to her original form, and the applause this time was particularly warm.

Professor McGonagall nodded with satisfaction and began to introduce the relevant knowledge of Animagus.

Ask for flowers

When they learned that only seven wizards had registered and become Animagus in this century, the young wizards looked at Professor McGonagall with more admiration.

But in fact, Wayne felt that the number of registered wizards was probably not even a fraction of the number of unregistered wizards.

There were three illegal wizards in Sirius's class alone. Even if the students' talents were weaker at other times, they were not almost absent.

After class, the crowd rushed to the auditorium. When Wayne arrived, he saw Cedric selling the map he made to the freshmen.

For this year's map, Wayne also gave the most expensive version to Cedric to make, and he completely let it go.

Having many freshmen is not without its benefits. At least during the meal, he has already sold thirty copies.

After a morning of beatings, they must have seen how difficult the school stairs are.

"With another hundred Galleons, I can pay off your debt." Cedric counted on his fingers: "About Easter next year? I'm not sure, but it will definitely be this semester."

"I'm not in a hurry." Wayne replied while eating beef stew, then frowned.

"What's wrong? Is the food not to your liking?" Hannah noticed his change and asked.

"A little bit. I feel like the elf's cooking skills have declined."[]

"Maybe you're tired of it?" Hannah said cheerfully: "It's okay. I'll make you a snack tonight. What do you want to eat?"

"How about roasted lamb legs?"

"No problem, as long as the cafeteria has the ingredients." Hannah said.He agreed, then showed his fox tail: "But you have to lend me your potion homework, the class will start on Thursday."

"Okay, I'll lend you Hermione's." Wayne nodded. For the sake of food, it was not a problem even if he beat Snape up.

"A-choo!"

Snape, who was sitting in the guest of honor seat, suddenly sneezed and rubbed his nose in confusion.

Is it time to cut his nose hair?

Cedric was still counting the bills. After paying Wayne back, he had a greater ideal, which was to buy a Firebolt.

It seemed that every Quidditch captain had the same expression when mentioning the Firebolt.

Obsession, obscene.

"I think by the time you save enough money, the Firebolt may have been upgraded and sold at a higher price."

Wayne burst Cedric's fantasy without hesitation.

He is the boss, doesn't he know?

Wallo and McKay are already developing new brooms. According to their estimates, if the Light Cycle Company is given ten years, it will definitely catch up with the level of the Firebolt. They must also make progress.

"I will earn more after graduation." Cedric wiped his saliva, "Maybe I will get married by then, and we can save together."

Wayne: "..."

You really think long-term.

Suddenly, Wayne thought of a problem.

"Well, if, I mean if." Wayne looked at the model student and asked, "If students from other colleges get Firebolts, do you think we can still win?"

"How is that possible?" Cedric sneered, "That's a Firebolt, one is more expensive than seven, which student can afford it?"

"Oh, except for you, even Malfoy doesn't have this ability, his father will break his legs."

"Will you help other colleges buy Firebolts?"

Wayne was silent.

It seems that he did help.

Hermione once asked him if he would be angry if he lent his broom to the Gryffindor team, and Wayne said it didn't matter.

Not to mention Qiu.

May the best of luck to you.

Giving Cedric a sympathetic look, Wayne finished eating.

He didn't have classes in the afternoon, so he planned to go back to the dormitory to make more protective brooches.

At this time, an owl flew into the hall and threw a letter in front of him.

"Hagrid?"

Looking at the signature on it, Wayne opened it in confusion and found that it was an invitation letter, hoping that he would go to the cabin before class.

Hogwarts' lunch break was very short, and classes would start at one o'clock. There was no way, Wayne had to hurried out of the castle and came to the cabin.

Hagrid stood at the door waiting early, and saw Wayne and waved happily.

"You are finally here."

The half-blood giant took Wayne into the cabin and took out a big bag.

"These materials are all collected by me recently. Take a look at what you are missing, and tell me if you are not enough.. "

Something is wrong.

Something is very wrong.

Although Hagrid often helped him collect materials scattered in the Forbidden Forest, he always placed the order first, and Hagrid prepared it, and then he paid with potions or some practical props.

This time, he took out the things before he asked for anything. That was the first time.

Pushing the materials aside calmly, Wayne said seriously: "Do you want to ask me for help with something?"

"This..." Hagrid blushed and said awkwardly:

"It is indeed like this...inch".