During the night, there was a lively discussion about the suspension of PUBG classes, and everyone couldn't understand why the Dementors were locking down Hogwarts, and what Sirius Black had to do with Hogwarts. He must be back in school?

"Quidditch isn't banned either, so why can't PUBG?" The twins who sneaked into the third-year dorm room are now significantly more interested in PUBG than in Quidditch.

"Maybe it's because the Floo network is not safe, and other people can smuggle it over?" Harry guessed.

"That's probably it." Ron only took one PUBG class last year, and he was eliminated on the periphery, so he always wanted to get a good ranking, but he didn't know that he heard such a news as soon as he arrived at the school.

After discussing the matter, everyone's attention was on McGoss.

"Can you cast the Patronus Charm again?" Harry had been trying to see what the Patronus Charm was like, he had fainted when Professor Lupin cast it, and he hadn't had a chance to cast it again until he arrived at the school, and now he couldn't wait.

"That was the only time I succeeded, and I don't know if I'll be able to do it." McGoth was also a little eager to try if he was already free to cast the spell.

"Come on." Fred and the others sat on the bedside on either side, intently waiting for Magos's presentation.

McGoth closed his eyes, reminiscing about the happy things he had thought of at the time, and explained to them a little what it took to cast the spell. Then he focused and jerked his wand forward.

"Divine Guard!"

The tip of the wand began to glow faintly white, and a Q version of the penguin stepped out of the white light, only to dissipate the spell on its own after a while.

"Bang bang bang." Everyone applauded him.

"It's barely powerful." Different from the enthusiasm of the friends around him, he was a little depressed with a bitter face.

"It's no different from defeat, not a single Dementor can dispel it."

"It's great compared to us." George patted him the shoulder.

"Can I learn?" Harry looked at his wand with some envy, as if he was still remembering what had happened, and he wondered how he might have been stunned by the Dementors if he had known the spell before.

"Of course, if you want, but I still recommend that you go and learn from Professor Lupin, you also saw it just now, I have too little mastery of this spell, I also want to go to Professor Lupin to learn it, and then we can be together."

"It's settled." Harry excitedly stood up from the bedside.

In the end, they laughed until late at night, and the twins drove Ron out of his bed, leaving Ron and Harry to spend the night.

The next day, the weather had cleared, and the temperature in the outdoor hallway was high, and one couldn't help but wonder if the ice that had formed on the Hogsmeade station last night was their hallucination.

"Remember when the Dementors entered the train, the windows around them and the drinks we drank froze, and it was likely that they passed through the station, causing the temperature to be so low."

Listening to the communication of the young wizards around him, Magos looked curiously at the clear sky, and did not find any Dementors, nor did he know where they were hiding.

"If Dementors weren't that evil, I think they'd be much more useful than air conditioners."

Except for Hermione and the little wizard who didn't understand what air conditioning meant, the others thought about it and nodded approvingly.

"Don't forget last night's warning from the headmaster." Hermione was well aware of McGoss's audacity, and was afraid that he would not be able to take the trouble of taking the initiative to find the Dementors.

At breakfast, the twins took a few of their class schedules from the prefect and distributed them among them.

"Oh, the first lesson was divination. I wonder if it's going to be as interesting as the history of magic. Ron glanced at his timetable and then looked at the others, asking in surprise when he had no intention of looking at Hermione's timetable.

"Hermione, your class schedule is messed up with them, why do you have so many classes a day?"

Hermione frowned and ignored him.

McGoth and Harry looked over curiously, and sure enough, they saw that her class schedule was densely packed, and there were several classes at the same time.

Hermione put away her class schedule, her face pale,

"I've already talked to Professor McGonagall, so don't ask me that question again." Harry glanced back, but McGoth was vaguely familiar with this scene, but he didn't know it clearly, only remembering that she seemed to be able to attend several classes at the same time.

At this moment, Hagrid absentmindedly waved an animal that he did not know whether it was a dead mink or a dead chicken mink and walked past their table.

"Hey, Hagrid."

"Oh, it's you." Hagrid looked like he had just discovered them, and then he slammed into the face,

"Call me Professor Hagrid in the future."

Seeing them nodding, he smiled with satisfaction, and then said something intermittently without a head or tail, and anyone could feel his nervousness.

After he left, McGoth shivered inexplicably as he looked at the small corpse waving in his hand.

"I'm a little worried about what he's going to teach us, and I can tell from the yokai books he made us buy that it's not good." Ron looked at Hagrid's back and felt a little uncomfortable.

"Let's go, we're going to support Hagrid anyway." Harry drank the last sip of milk, picked up the book he was holding, and stood up.

"We've got to go to the North Tower." Hermione looked at the class schedule in her hand,

"Now the question is, how did the North Tower get there?"

"I have a way." Magos smiled and pulled the map out of his robes.

"You still have it with you?"

"Of course, it's a good thing, how can you just throw it in the corner."

Harry and Ron nodded approvingly, and Hermione pursed her lips.

They walked through the path of the dot map to a narrow spiral staircase.

"It's the first time I've known there's a classroom here."

"Let's go, don't talk nonsense." Hermione hurried upstairs.

The spiral staircase gets narrower and narrower as they go up, and by the time they reach the highest point, their heads are already dizzy.

"In other words, the premise of divination is to make yourself stunned?" Magos shook his head vigorously against the wall, and in his eyes spinning in place was equivalent to exploding on the spot.

"We should have arrived, but—" Ron didn't finish a sentence, and a round trapdoor opened overhead, and a silver ladder came out of it to McGoth's feet.

"This classroom is quite suitable for divination, at least it's hard to find." Hermione complained in a rare way.

Walking up the silver ladder, the classroom they saw felt more like a combination of an attic and an old-fashioned teahouse. There are more than twenty small circular tables arranged in this classroom, and around each table are three chairs with carved patterns, and a small cushion is placed on top of the chairs.

The three of them sat down in the middle, and they, like the rest of the class, scanned everything in the classroom with curiosity. All the windows on the walls were tightly sealed by curtains, and the light shone through a few red lampshades, covering everything in a red film. The fireplace in the classroom was stuffed, and McGoth thought that ordinary people would be poisoned by carbon monoxide if they stayed here. A large copper kettle was sitting in the fireplace, and judging by the white gas coming from the spout, it was probably boiling water. The circular walls are surrounded by shelves filled with dusty feathers, candle heads, worn-out playing cards, countless silver crystal balls, and a large pile of tea sets.

"It always feels like this shouldn't be a classroom, and I don't know how long it hasn't been disturbed, I can assure you. If you make a gust of wind inside, you won't stay in it for a second. ”

"Where's the professor? Hasn't she come yet? Ron looked at it, but he didn't find the teacher of the divination class, Sybil. Professor Trelawney.

"Welcome." A voice suddenly came from the fireplace, and a vague shadow gradually solidified.

"I'm glad you're finally able to take a divination lesson," she said in a low voice.

"This is a great course, and here you will be able to face death."