If you ask what is the most popular class for young witches at Hogwarts right now, it is, of course, divination. Professor Dumbledore's newly hired Divination Professor, Centaur Ferencze, succeeded in arousing the interest of the little witches with his pale blonde hair, surprisingly blue eyes, and somewhat melancholy mystical temperament.

"I dare say you think divination class is the most glamorous class now, don't you, Hermione?" asked Parvati with a smug smile.

"It's peculiar," Hermione said blandly as she read the Daily Prophet, "but Umbridge won't compromise so easily, her domineering has only just begun." ”

"You're saying she'll get rid of Professor Ferenze too?" Lavender said in horror.

"I don't know what she's going to do, but take my word to heart, Dumbledore will retaliate by appointing a new teacher without asking her for advice," Hermione said, closing the newspaper, "Not to mention that Professor Ferenzer is a centaur again." You can see the look on Umbridge's face when she sees Ferenze. ”

"No, she's already gotten rid of Professor Traurini, and she can't get rid of my handsome centaur anymore. Parvati clenched his fists and spoke firmly.

"Anyway, don't rejoice too soon. Hermione said coldly, "By the way, I think Trelawney's departure has upset you two, right?"

"It's sad!" Lavender affirmed her, "but we think she's much more popular and glamorous now as the host of the new Divination Show on Harris Television than she is as a professor at Hogwarts." We also mailed her a few enchanted daffodils, beautiful daffodils, not the ones that Sprout would call. ”

Harry also liked Ferenze as his new professor, not only because of their encounters and conversations in the Forbidden Forest, but also because he no longer had to bother weaving through everyday disasters and accidents.

"Insignificant injuries, insignificant human accidents," said Ferenze, his hooves clattering on the mossy floor, "as insignificant as the crawling ants compared to the vast universe, unaffected by the planets." ”

The centaur divination that Ferencze revealed next impressed Harry.

"When we look at the sky, we have to pay attention to the important movements of disasters or changes, which are sometimes marked in the air. It may take 10 years to confirm what we are seeing. ”

Ferenze pointed to the red star directly above the classroom.

"Over the past decade, there have been indications that the people of the wizarding world have only been spending a brief period of peace between the wars. The spark that can bring war shines brightly above us, indicating that war will surely break out again in the near future. As for how long it will be, the centaurs may be able to try to predict the ...... by burning several herbs and leaves, by observing smoke and flames."

Durmstrang, Alan was sitting by the burning fireplace flipping through a magic book borrowed from Durmstrang, the mark on his hand was hot, Lucius Malfoy sent a message, Ellen's brow furrowed, Voldemort and his Death Eaters were going to Azkaban to rob the prison, and this should have happened after Christmas, it seems that the expansion of the Auror team has put a lot of pressure on Voldemort, and he can't wait to restore his team.

Alan put down the spellbook, stood up, and paced around the room, thinking, there was no need for the Harris family to get involved in this matter too early, anyway, the current Azkaban was in charge of the Dementors, and the Dementors were under the jurisdiction of Fudge, and the escape of the Death Eaters would not harm the interests of the Harris family.

Alan froze, and quickly replied to Lucius through the Perception Mark that he was acting according to Voldemort's arrangement.

Sitting back in his chair and picking up the spellbook, Alan looked at Luna, who was sitting beside him, but Luna had lowered her head and fiddled with the beer stuffer in her hand.

Alan found that Luna would always peek at him today, and her expression would occasionally show embarrassment, could it be that she also wanted a blood oath? Thinking of this, Alan couldn't help but be a little excited.

Lucius Malfoy, whose whole body was covered by black magic robes, clasped his hands, and his hands under the robes quietly pressed his hot perceptual imprint, and he was relieved when he received Allen's news, although the last time he successfully recruited giants for his master, he made his life in the Death Eaters a little easier, and regained some trust, but if the master's such a secret action was detected by the Ministry of Magic, he would definitely check the ghosts inside, then he would be in danger, the last time he ignored his warning, insisted on staying and attacking Hagrid, and the tragic situation of McNeil being punished by his master is still vivid, and he will now be cruelly treated by some favored Death Eaters after losing the trust of his master。 But now it was no longer difficult for him to act exactly as his master had ordered.

"Hey, Lucius, you'll be behind me when I'm going to fight in Azkaban. The haggard Rudolph Slestrange walked up to Lucius and said. Due to his perennial torture in Azkaban, Rudolphs has not recovered despite nearly a year of recuperation, but he has vaguely regained a bit of his playboy demeanor as Slytherin's chief chaser.

He suddenly stood on tiptoe and hit Lucius on the shoulder with his shoulder, and Lucius, who was weak-hearted, turned pale with fright.

"You're still so cowardly after all these years, don't worry, I'll keep you safe, not to mention that the master has convinced the Dementors and made a deal with them. Rudolphus lifted his chin and turned his wand nimbly with his fingers, instantly striking several tricks with the flames that erupted from the tip of his staff.

"Rudolphus, your right hand swings the fastest I've ever seen anyone I've seen except your master, but please don't burn anything this time. Lucius nodded slightly, complimenting the Death Eater in front of him.

That night, Hogwarts, coming out of the common room, Harry opened the door to the dormitory, and as soon as he took a step inside, his head hurt as if it had been sliced open. He didn't know where he was, whether he was standing or lying, and he didn't even know his name......

Crazy laughter echoed in his ears...... He hadn't been happier in a long time...... Elated, ecstatic, and carried away...... A great good thing happened......

Harry lay panting on the ground, staring at the ceiling, the scar on his forehead throbbing horribly.

The front page headline of the Daily Prophet, pasted on the bulletin board the next day, seemed to be proof of Ferenze's prediction. The front page is filled with dozens of black-and-white photos, but both men and women look very hideous, some laughing silently, and some arrogantly tapping their fingers on the edge of their photos. Each photo is marked with a name and a crime for which he was imprisoned in Azkaban.

Neville stood in front of the bulletin board with a pale face, looking at Bellatrix Lestrange, the only witch in the Daily Prophet, her long black hair unkempt in the photograph, her eyes staring at him under her thick eyelids, a haughty, contemptuous smile on her thin lips, Neville clenched his wand.

"Neville?" Harry walked over to Neville, who had been standing in front of the bulletin board for a long time.

Neville frowned, staring at the wanted man in the newspaper, his voice full of sadness, "Fourteen years ago, this Death Eater named Bellatrix Lestrange...... They were cruel, Rudolph Slestrange's spell was surprisingly accurate, and Bellatrix Lestrange, the cruelest and craziest witches, they used the Diamond Charm on my parents, tormenting them in any way they could to get information...... But they never gave in. ”

Neville jerked his head to look at Harry, "I'm proud to be their son, but I'm not sure, I'm not ready for anyone else to know about this except for Flegg and you." ”

"We'll all make our parents proud, I assure you. Harry looked at the wanted man in the newspaper with a determined gaze.

Harry had already met the woman in the newspaper, Bellatrix Lestrange, who had run out last year, had seen her in the cemetery when she was in the Goblet of Fire, and had even rushed to contribute one of her palms to Voldemort's resurrection ceremony. It seemed that Fudge was planning to announce the unfavorable mistake of last year's Ministry of Magic caretaker Azkaban together with this one, Harry thought disdainfully.

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