"Why did you say Hagrid's class was postponed?" asked Ron at Gryffindor's table at his two friends during dinner on the first day of school. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"I don't know. Harry said with some frustration that if nothing else, this afternoon's class should be Hagrid's "Magical Creature Protection Class", although to be honest, Harry was not very interested in this course, but out of encouragement to Hagrid, they still hoped to go to his class as soon as possible to help him, because they knew that Slytherin should be in class with Gryffindor, if they weren't there, the generous Hagrid might be bullied like something.

"Dementors, perhaps. Hermione tentatively reasoned herself.

Harry shuddered, but asked, "Hagrid met Dementors at school, so we should hurry up and find Professor Dumbledore!"

The other Gryffindor students all turned their heads to look at them, and no one was not afraid and disgusted by that group of monsters.

"No, no, no. Hermione hastily denied that she didn't want to be charged with rumor-mongering, and that it wouldn't be good news to have points deducted as soon as school started.

"I mean—" Hermione tilted her head in recall, then continued, "Hagrid's magical creatures may have been influenced by the Dementors. Ever since Harry was attacked by the Dementors, she had been looking up the Dementors as soon as she had time.

"Dementors feed on happy emotions, and people are usually the only ones with complex emotions, so everyone subconsciously thinks that they hunt only people, and most of the time this is true, because most of the animals' minds are a little confused, but there are exceptions. Hermione glanced at the attentive classmates around her, and even a few of the Ravenclaw students stretched out their heads, she couldn't help but feel a little proud, and then said in a higher tone: "Some animals have a mind close to that of wizards, but their intelligence level is relatively low, so it is possible that they can be used as food by Dementors." ”

"Then the creatures that Hagrid raised could really be in trouble. Harry muttered, he knew all about Hagrid's strange creatures, but he had to admit that they were very spiritual.

"yes. Hermione nodded, the Dementors were also stationed in the Forbidden Forest, and it was normal for Hagrid's creatures to be affected.

"Look at my poor Spotted, he must have been affected too, he's lost weight again" Ron looked at his pet curled up under the table, and felt distressed again, in his opinion this mouse of his was very spiritual.

"Crook Hill isn't in great shape either. Holding her cheeks, Hermione didn't have any appetite when she looked at the hearty meal in front of her, and her big ginger cat was also very clever, and half of the raccoon blood, she could instinctively distinguish between good and evil.

"Is it okay not to mention your fat cat?" said Ron, who keenly felt Spotted tremble in fear after hearing the cat's name.

"It's called Crook Hill, not Fat Cat. Hermione said word by word, her expression serious, she hoped that her friend would approve of her pet, but that wish seemed to be difficult to fulfill.

"I don't care about that, I just want you to lock your cat in the bedroom. Ron's tone turned bad, and the relationship that had eased slightly before looked like a rift had formed again.

"You don't have to worry about it. Hermione said angrily.

"Professor Trelawney is right, some people are born with the wrong aura, and I guess the cat, like its owner, wouldn't be smart enough to be taken by the Dementors. Ron also took his head, and directly turned up what Professor Trelawney said in the morning divination class, and Ron, who was not as good as Hermione, felt that only he could have a slight advantage in this area.

Seeing that the smell of gunpowder was getting heavier and heavier, Harry hurriedly kicked Ron under the table, not to mention who was right and who was wrong about the cause of this incident, Ron had indeed gone too far now, even Professor McGonagall scoffed at Professor Trelawney's class, but Ron still used this to attack Hermione, not to mention that they still want to be good friends, and the hurtful words spoken by the people they care about will always leave deeper scars in their hearts.

"You can take this kind of useless course, compared to my arithmetic and divination class, this course is not even as good as garbage. Hermione's chest rose and fell sharply, her face flushed, obviously annoyed by Ron's words, and immediately retorted, and slammed the knife and fork in her hand to the table, so hard that the table shook a few times, and the minced meat and carrots on the plate flew everywhere.

"My aura isn't right?" Hermione repeated Ron's words in a seemingly questioning tone.

At this time, she was very angry, and her always calm mind also became hot.

"Then let me, the man with the wrong aura, make a prophecy for our Mr. Ron Weasley. Hermione raised her voice, "You, red-haired boy, you're going to have a bloody plague tomorrow!" Hermione stared at Ron tightly as she propped up the table, mimicking Professor Trelawney's deep tone.

It's more of a curse than a prophecy.

Then Hermione grabbed her bag and walked out of the auditorium without looking back.

She cried. Harry stared blankly at Hermione's back, and saw her walking briskly as she lifted the long sleeve of her right hand, which he guessed was Hermione wiping tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Looks like I'm going to have good luck tomorrow. Ron frowned, but forced a forced laugh as he hit Harry with his arm, "Harry, do you say so?"

Harry's face was expressionless, he didn't think Ron was really going to hand in good luck.