By the time Rolf came to his senses, there was no one around him, except for Malfoy sitting boredly, but looking in the direction of the crowd in the depths of his struggle.

"'Ominous', my darling, 'Ominous'!" Professor Trelawney shouted, causing Rolf, who had just come to his senses, to look involuntarily.

"That big ghostly dog roaming the cemetery, my dear child, this is a bad omen—the worst omen—a harbinger of death!"

Seeing that Rolf was finally no longer in a daze, Malfoy hurriedly said in surprise: "Great, you finally woke up, I'm afraid that you yourself are too obvious here, let's go and take a look!"

Rolf nodded and stood up with him.

This is the reason why Rolf wanted to steal the model of the divination spell, as Professor Trelawney was able to prophesy almost accurately, but the angle of interpretation was problematic, making it difficult to think of the content of her language.

Rolf guessed that this was the reason why "the law should not be passed on lightly", and if the results of divination could be spread casually, wouldn't the world be in chaos?

He figured that only those who could understand her hints could truly understand the prophecy of the future.

"I guess that's all for today's lesson," said Professor Trelawney in the crowd before Rolf and the others could get a look.

She spoke slowly in her most indistinct voice, "Please pack your things,"

The class silently returned the teacup to Professor Trelawney, closed the book, and packed up the bag.

"Before we meet again," said Professor Trelawney weakly, as if the divination had drained her from all her strength?

"Good luck to everyone, oh yes, dear," she said, gesturing at Neville, "you're going to be late for the next class, so remember to work extra hard to catch up." ”

Without saying a word, Harry walked down Professor Trelawney's staircase and the spiral staircase, and Rolf followed behind, not knowing how to comfort him, after all, no one would be in a good mood when they heard this kind of thing.

But Rolf was still in a good mood, because the coveted spell model was finally in hand.

He estimated that in the past few days, he would be able to break through the shackles of the first level and become a fairly powerful second-level wizard, and then he would have two more spell slots.

Divination must first have a name, and he must use an upgrade card to upgrade it, he doesn't want to be a god stick in the eyes of others + has a sick brain.

The other spell model was a little unthinkable, and I thought the Traceless Stretch Spell was useless before, but I don't know if there will be any changes after I use the upgrade card?

However, his attack methods are a little too weak, and he only has clear water like a spring, which can be regarded as a witchcraft with offensive power.

The Divination Spell and the Traceless Stretch Charm obviously didn't have much attack power, so he was still hesitant to engrave the spell model.

He opened his lottery system for a long time, and looking at the lottery experience there close to 5000, he was extremely satisfied.

I don't know what this kind of food hoarding attribute is about, obviously there is no problem with drawing it a few times a week, but Rolf can still save money, and finally made up the experience of two upgrade cards.

At lunchtime, Rolf could see from a distance that Harry was not in a good mood, and he seemed to have lost his soul since the end of the divination class.

Just as Rolf was about to step forward and ask how Harry was doing, Hermione suddenly stood up in a fit of rage and slammed the arithmetic book on the table.

The action was so heavy that the minced meat and carrot foam on the long table were shaken everywhere.

"If doing well in divination means that I must pretend to see the omen of death in a cloud of tea dregs, then I may not have taken this course!

After saying that, she grabbed her schoolbag and left.

Rolf sat down in Hermione's newly vacated seat and asked, "...... you guys What's going on?"

"What is she talking about?" said Ron affectionately, "her arithmetic divination class hasn't started yet." ”

Well, it looks like they're arguing again, and instead of talking to the indignant Ron, Rolf says to Harry, "What the hell is going on?"

"Rolf...... The black dog! I saw the black dog! the night I left the Dursleys......" Harry said with some fear, as if he were really about to die.

"It's okay," Rolf pulled out a bottle of Coke and handed it to Harry, after all, he would encounter Dementors at any time this year, and he had prepared a lot of fat house essentials in the warehouse!

"Don't worry, Harry, you might be able to interpret Professor Trelawney's words on the other hand, maybe that big ghostly dog roaming the cemetery might be the protector who guards you?" Rolf struggled to temper Khaled's panic.

Harry was still a little flustered, but what did Rolf's words do, the black dog was a bad omen, but it was only in the book, maybe the professor still hadn't finished speaking?

Yesterday's rain had stopped, the sky was clear and light gray, and after lunch they walked out of the castle, stepping on the soft and damp grass as they went to their first lesson in protecting magical creatures.

Ron and Hermione stopped talking to each other as if they were enemies, and they were really two elementary school students.

Harry walked silently beside Rolf and Malfoy as they descended the slope to Hagrid's hut on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

"What's wrong with them?" asked Malfoy, curiously leaning over Harry. Harry was a spreader, and he couldn't say that they were arguing over his prophecy, right?

Hagrid waited for his pupil by the door of the hut, still in his moleskin coat, and his hound's teeth at his feet, as if in a hurry to go.

"Come on, hurry up!" he exclaimed excitedly, as the students approached. "There's something good to treat you today! A great lesson is coming! Are you all here? Okay, follow me!"

For a moment of unpleasant thought, Hagrid was going to lead them into the woods, and Rolf remembered the encounter with the unicorn in the woods that he would never forget.

Hagrid, however, only led the way along the edge of the woods, and after five minutes they were outside a paddock where there was nothing.

"Come up to this fence," he cried, "and stand where you can see."

Now, the first thing you have to do is open the book!"

"But how do you open it?" Ron asked, hurriedly reaching out.

"Well, what's the problem?" said Hagrid.

"How do we open the books?" Ron said again. He took out his book "The Monster Book of the Monsters", which was a new book that he had paid a lot of money for, after all, his brothers would not have used this book before.

It was being tied tightly with a rope for fear it would open its terrible mouth.

Others took out the books, some of them, like Ron, tied up their books, and some of them put the books in a sturdy bag or clamped them in large clips, and they couldn't do anything about them.