Early the next morning, Clark and Neville ran around the Black Lake twice as usual.

When they came out of the dorm room and walked into the auditorium for breakfast, they found Harry, Ron, and Hermione already sitting at the long table.

"Clark, here!"

Hermione beckoned, and Clark sat down in a seat next to her, next to George Weasley on her left.

Today's breakfast was quite generous, it was a standard English breakfast with baked beans in tomato sauce, fried eggs, fried bacon, fried sausages, fried mushrooms......

Well, these things are still quite high in calories.

Clark took some of them and put them on his plate, then poured himself another glass of juice, but just as he was about to enjoy it, he saw Harry sitting sullenly there, not moving a single bite of the food on the plate in front of him.

"What's wrong with him?" Clark touched Hermione lightly with his elbow.

"Well, it's not that guy yet." Hermione's chin lifted and she pouted in the direction of the Slytherin table.

Clark turned his head and caught a glimpse of Draco Malfoy, who seemed to be telling a particularly comical story to a large group of Slytherins, occasionally deliberately pretending to faint suddenly, causing everyone to laugh.

"Hey, why are you so naïve?" Clark shook his head and sighed, worried about the future of the Malfoy family's legacy and the failure of the elder Malfoy's education.

George happened to be handing out the new third-year timetable to them, and when he heard this, he looked up just in time to see Malfoy pretending to faint from fright.

"That little bucket," he said calmly, "wasn't as swaggering as he was when the Dementors came to the car last night. I remember him going headlong into our cubicle, didn't he, Fred? ”

"I almost got my pants wet." Fred nodded, glancing at Malfoy with contempt.

"I'm not very happy myself," said George, "and those Dementors are horrible creatures......

"Freezes all your internal organs, doesn't it?"

"By the way, Neville, I heard Ron say you killed three Dementors," George suddenly looked at Neville, "That's pretty cool!" ”

Fred also asked, "How did you do that?" ”

The question caught the attention of all the young wizards at the Gryffindor table, who pricked up their ears and listened in silence.

"Of course, with strong strength and strong willpower." Neville smiled, revealing his white teeth.

George and Fred rolled their eyes, but Neville added, "If you want to learn, you can sign up for the dueling club this semester, where I'll share some tips on this." ”

"yes, that's great." George and Neville were polite to each other, but their words were listened to by many Gryffindor wizards.

However, Harry was still a little sullen at this time.

"I envy you, Neville, you haven't fainted, and you can fight back." He whispered.

"Don't think about it, Harry." George cheered him on, "My dad had to go to Azkaban once, do you remember, Fred?" He said it was the scariest place he'd ever been, and I remember coming back limp and shaking...... The Dementors sucked the joy away, and most of the prisoners there ended up going insane. ”

"Alright, after our first Quidditch match, we'll see how happy Malfoy will be," Fred said, putting his arm around Harry's shoulder, "Gryffindor vs. Slytherin, it's the first game of the season, remember?" ”

Harry and Malfoy had only faced each other once in the past in a Quidditch match, and that time Harry was victorious, and Malfoy watched the Golden Snitch snatched in front of him, which was undoubtedly terrible.

Hearing this, Harry's mood improved a little, and he brought himself some sausages and roasted tomatoes.

Hermione, who was looking at the new class schedule, said happily, "Oh, great, we're going to start a few new classes today." ”

"Hermione," Ron said, craned his neck and frowned, "they've messed up your class schedule, look—they even want you to take about ten classes a day, you don't have that much time." ”

Clark also looked at his new schedule, and like Hermione, he needed six classes today.

Divination, Muggle studies, and arithmetic divination were all at nine o'clock in the morning, followed by a class on herbs, and in the afternoon their first class was on the protection of magical creatures, followed by ancient runes and Transfiguration.

Due to the small number of elective courses, all four colleges are taught together.

Of course, he had time to rest in the evening, but since it was the first day of school, he had to inform the staff of the school magazine to have a meeting tonight to discuss the future development of the Hogwarts School Magazine, and he also needed to worry about the future operation of the Dueling Club and the Dragon Farm.

If Professor McGonagall hadn't given him the time turner yesterday, he would have had to learn the art of shadow clones.

On the other side, Hermione was also dealing with Ron, "I'll have a way, I've already discussed it with Professor McGonagall." ”

"But look," Ron laughed, still like a straight man, trying to fight Hermione to the end. "Did you see this morning's class? Nine o'clock, divination class. Below, Nine Points, Muggle Studies. And-"

Ron leaned closer to the class schedule, seemingly not believing his eyes.

"Look—down here, arithmetic divination, nine o'clock. Oh my God, I know you're good, Hermione, but no one is that good, how can you be in three classrooms at the same time? ”

"Don't be stupid, Ron," Hermione rolled her eyes, "I certainly can't be in three classrooms at the same time. ”

"Then you-"

"Pass me the marmalade." Hermione said.

"But—"

"Please, Ron, even if my class schedule is a little full, what does that have to do with you?" Hermione said unceremoniously, "I told you, I've already discussed with Professor McGonagall not to use your mind to speculate on the learning methods of the top students. ”

Ron's ears turned red with annoyance, and he was about to speak, when Hagrid walked into the auditorium.

He was still dressed in the moleskin coat he usually wore as a gamekeeper, and at the same time absentmindedly flung a dead henten with one large hand, and did not look at all professor-like.

"How?" He stopped walking towards the faculty table and looked at Harry with interest.

"You'll come to my first class later, just after lunch. To be honest, I woke up at five o'clock in the morning, couldn't sleep, and got everything ready...... I hope the class went well...... I'm finally a teacher...... What a ......."

He spoke incoherently to Harry and continued towards the faculty table, still flicking the dead mink in his hand.

"I wonder what he's preparing?" Ron stirred the omelette on his plate, a hint of concern in his voice.

Clark knew what magical creatures Hagrid would introduce in his first class, but he didn't plan to interfere, this was a different time, and with him, Hagrid's first class wouldn't be a mess.

After breakfast, the students rushed to their first class.

Clark and the others said goodbye to Fred and George, got up and walked outside.

Their first lesson of the day was Divination, and the classroom was at the top of the North Tower, which was basically one of the highest levels of Hogwarts Castle, well, behind the Headmaster's Office and the Astronomy Tower.

Several people trotted all the way through the castle and climbed the stairs, but eventually got lost.

After all, they had been at Hogwarts for two years, but they hadn't gotten to the point where they knew the entire castle well, and they had never been to the North Tower.

Luckily, along the way, they met the heroic Sir Cadogan, a mad knight who lived in a magic painting.

Under his leadership, Clark and the others gasped for breath and climbed the rapidly rotating staircase, and finally arrived at the location of the divination classroom.

Overhead, there was a faint sound of talking, and they climbed the last few steps to a small platform where most of the class had gathered.

But there wasn't a single door on the platform.

"Look there!" Ron gestured to the ceiling, where there was a round trapdoor with a brass plaque embedded in it.

"Sybil Trelawney, divination teacher," Harry read aloud, "but how are we going to get there?" ”

As if to answer his question, the trapdoor suddenly opened outward, and a silver ladder was lowered, landing right in front of them.

Climbing the ladder, they came to a very strange classroom, which in fact did not look much like a classroom, but more like a mixture of an attic and an old-fashioned teahouse.

In the cluttered room, there are at least twenty small round tables, each surrounded by calico armchairs and bulging futons.

The curtains on the walls were tightly drawn, and each lamp was covered with a large crimson scarf, which shrouded the whole room in a hazy red light.

Add to that the roaring flames under the mantelpiece and the strong scent coming from the copper teapot on the countertop, making it almost breathless.

When all the students had arrived, a voice suddenly came from the shadows of the room, a soft, indistinct voice.

"Welcome," the voice said, "it's great to finally see you in the physical world." ”

Clark looked up and saw that it was a very strangely dressed lady.

She was very thin and wore a large pair of black-rimmed glasses, the thick lenses that magnified her eyes several times as many times as they were.

A thin, transparent gauze scarf adorned with many glittering pieces of metal was draped over his shoulders, and countless beads and chains hung from his slender neck, and many bracelets and rings were worn on his arms and hands.

It made her look like a huge, shiny insect.

"Sit down, my children, sit down." As a result, she said, the students climbed into their armchairs or sat down on the futons.

"Welcome to the divination class!" She lazily sat back in an easy chair in front of the fire and said to everyone.

"I'm Professor Trelawney. You probably haven't seen me before. I've found that going down to the chaos and noisy campus life often blurs my vision. ”

This strange argument, combined with the mysterious atmosphere around it, made none of the young wizards present dare to make a sound.

Professor Trelawney gracefully straightened her shawl and continued:

"I'm glad you took the Divination class, the most profound of all magical arts.

But I must also say that if you don't have enough insight and spirituality, then I can't do anything about it.

In this field, talent is more important than hard work, and that's what I can teach you......"

Her words succeeded in making the young wizards present restless, after all, no one wanted to admit that she had no talent, only Hermione muttered in a low voice, "Pretending to be a ghost." ”

As a [mage], she doesn't believe in this, among the eight major factions of [mage], there are prophecy factions, so in her opinion, the so-called lack of talent is just that your strength is not strong enough.

And what Professor Trelawney did next seemed to confirm her idea.

The professor first greeted Neville's grandmother and tried to scare him, but Neville, who had been trained by Clark, was no longer the timid and honest teenager he once was.

"I think my grandma is fine, she gave me a ride to the train station yesterday."

Professor Trelawney was deflated and could only pretend to be calm and change the subject, warning Parvati Pettier to be wary of a red-haired man.

So much so that the girl looked at Ron sitting behind her in horror, and quickly moved her chair away from him.

She then prophesied that there would be a severe flu in February, and that around Easter, someone would leave them forever.

This series of words succeeded in harvesting a worrying silence, which also made the expression on Hermione's face more and more strange.

But Professor Trelawney doesn't seem to realize this, and is still there to play tricks.

"My dear," she said to Lavender Brown, who was closest to her and curled up in her chair in fright, "can you hand me the largest silver teacup?" ”

Lavender seemed relieved, and she stood up and turned away, and there were many shelves on the round wall.

It was littered with divination tools, including dirty quills, candle heads, tattered playing cards, countless silver crystal balls, and a large pile of teacups with tea stains.

She cautiously picked up a large teacup and placed it on the table in front of Professor Trelawney.

"Thank you, dear. By the way, the thing you fear the most - will happen on Friday, October 16. ”

Lavender shuddered.

When Hermione saw this, her eyebrows furrowed, and she was about to close her copy of "Piercing the Fog and Looking to the Future" with force, but Clark was quick to put his hand in the middle of the page and shook his head at her.

"Don't worry, let's see!"

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