"Ron, even if my class schedule is a little full, what does that have to do with you?" Rolf asked Hermione as soon as he entered the cafeteria.

"I'm telling you, I've talked to Professor McGonagall completely, and I don't need your advice!

Just as Hermione was about to say more, Hagrid walked into the hall, wearing a moleskin coat and a large hand absentmindedly waving a dead chicken mink.

Looking at him, he seemed a little nervous, and after saying something to Harry, he grinned at them, and walked towards the teacher's desk, still waving the dead mink.

Looks like they're getting some comfort from the trio.

Since the electives are arranged according to the student's choice, the number of students in each class is not very large, after all, no one chooses all the courses like Hermione.

As a result, these electives were taken by all four houses, and Rolf checked his class schedule as he prepared for the first class, and the auditorium began to empty due to the departure of the wizards.

"Let's go, I've heard that divination is going to be taught at the top of the north tower, but it's too far, and we'll have to walk for at least ten minutes to get there." Malfoy urged Rolf to hurry away and complained to Harry.

After all, the other three Gryffindors were used to climbing the eighth floor, and Malfoy and Rolf weren't idle to climb the stairs.

The journey from the castle to the North Tower was a long one, and the young wizards, who had been at Hogwarts for two years, were still not familiar with everything about the castle, after all, they had never been to the North Tower before.

"Definitely...... Yes...... Yes...... ...... on the shortest side" Ron said breathlessly, looking at his appearance, he usually climbed the stairs of Gryffindor in vain?

Now they were climbing the eighth staircase and came to an unfamiliar platform, where there was nothing but a large painting hanging on the stone wall, which showed a meadow.

"I think we should go this way. Hermione said as she looked down the passage to the right, but since no one had ever been here, they were facing the problem of getting lost.

While Hermione and Ron were arguing about direction, Rolf, Harry, and Malfoyzi stood in front of a picture and looked at it with relish:

It was a fat, fat, dark gray pony that had just jumped onto the grass with ease and was grazing as if nothing had happened.

It's not uncommon for them to wander around with things in Hogwarts pictures and leave the frame to visit each other, but they're always willing to observe them, as it's a lot of fun.

After a while, a stocky knight in armor enters the frame with a long-standing sound, and begins to search for his pony.

Judging by the grass stains on his metal knees, he had just fallen off his horse.

"Aha!" he cried, seeing Rolf, Harry, and Malfoy, "who is the scoundrel who dares to trespass into my private domain?

They were amazed to see the little knight draw his sword from its sheath and begin to swing it violently, jumping up and down in rage.

Rolf suddenly remembered a sentence that suited him very well: a meal was as fierce as a tiger, and the score was 0-5 at first glance

It may have been that the sword was too long for him, and a particularly large move made him lose his balance, so he fell face down on the grass.

"Are you alright?" Harry asked a little embarrassed, but he couldn't help him through the painting, so he could only ask politely.

"Go back, you nasty braggart!, you scoundrel!" the knight in the portrait mocked mercilessly, it was an unfriendly portrait.

Then the knight seized the sword again, and supported himself to get up with it, but the sword was plunged deep into the grass, and though he tried with all his might, he could not pull it out.

At last he had to sit down on the grass with a pop, push his visor up, and wipe his sweaty face.

"Listen," Harry said as the knight was exhausted, "we're looking for the North Tower, you don't know how to get there, do you?"

"Seek!" the knight's anger seemed to disappear at once after hearing Harry's questioning, and he shouted as he stood up with a sigh of relief:

"Come, follow me, dear friends, we will find our target, or we will die bravely in the charge!"

He went to draw the sword again, but without success, and tried to step on the fat pony, but to no avail, so he cried out:

"Then on foot, gentlemen and ladies, forward!!" he ran to the left side of the frame, and then disappeared.

They hurried after him down the corridor, following his chicks, and every now and then they saw him running past a painting in front of them.

"Be brave, there's worse ahead!" cried the knight, as they saw him appear again in front of a group of frightened women in lined skirts, their portraits hanging on the wall of a narrow spiral staircase.

They gasped for breath, lest they would lose the funny little knight, and struggled to climb the whirling staircase.

Although Rolf's physical fitness is already very good, his physical fitness does not care about vertigo, he only feels that he is feeling more and more dizzy.

Thankfully, it was all over, and finally they heard a buzz overhead, and knew they were in the classroom.

"Goodbye!" cried the knight, turning his head into a picture of several sinister-looking monks.

"Farewell, my comrades-in-arms! If you need a noble mind and muscles of steel, don't forget to call me Sir Cadogan!"

"yes, we'll call you," Ron muttered, at which point the knight vanished, "if we need some madman." ”

They climbed the last few stairs to a small platform where most of the people in the class were gathered and waited for the lesson.

There was no door on the landing of the staircase, and Malfoy looked mysteriously pointing to the ceiling, where there was a round trapdoor with a bronze plaque on it.

"Sybil Trilawney, a divination teacher. Harry read along his fingers, "How can we go up?

As if to answer his question, the trapdoor suddenly opened, and a silver ladder was placed at Harry's feet, and everyone fell silent.

The little wizards walked up cautiously in a line, and he came to a classroom that had never been seen in the strangest way.

In fact, it wasn't a classroom at all, but more like a mixture of an attic and an old-fashioned teahouse, with at least twenty small round tables crammed into this classroom.

Each table is surrounded by Indian calico armchairs and bulging small cushions, each illuminated by a dim scarlet light.

The curtains were drawn, many of the lamps were draped in crimson shades, and the classroom was depressingly warm, the fireplace was full, and a large copper kettle was burning on the fire.

The flame emits a dull, greasy fragrance that makes people feel greasy after smelling it.

The circular walls are surrounded by shelves filled with dusty feathers, candle heads, worn playing cards, countless silver crystal balls, and a large pile of tea sets.

Maybe it's only from these things that you can see that this is a divination classroom, right?