One morning, Clark and Hermione barely touched the ground with their feet.

As top students, they never thought that studying would be so tiring.

It can't be helped, anyone who uses the time turner for four consecutive classes without stopping for four classes will have this reaction.

When the novelty of using a time turner wears off, the fatigue of repetitive learning and the confusion of distorted time hit them.

Clark finally knows why only the best students are eligible to apply for this time converter.

Even studious people like them feel very uncomfortable, and if they were Harry or Ron, they would really learn to vomit.

After their Muggle studies class, the two went to join Harry and the others for a Transfiguration lesson with Professor McGonagall.

Of course, for Harry and the others, the Clarkes just left abruptly for a while, and then came back.

However, this confusion of time is still obvious, for example, Clark and Hermione think that what happened in the divination class is a long time ago, and the young wizards in the room feel that it has only happened recently.

In reality, while Clark and the others listened to Professor McGonagall explain the Animagus (wizards who can turn into animals), the other young wizards kept secretly looking at Harry, as if he was going to fall down and die at any moment.

However, as a teacher, she can still feel that the students below are not paying attention.

When Professor McGonagall turned into a spotted cat in front of the class and changed back again, she looked at everyone disgruntled and said, "I mean, what's wrong with you today?" Aside from Prewitt and Granger, I don't think you're listening to me. ”

Everyone subconsciously looked at Harry, but no one spoke, and then Hermione raised her hand.

"Professor, we had our first divination class before, and we interpreted tea leaves in class, and the result—"

"Well, I see," Professor McGonagall interrupted her with a frown, "no more need, Miss Granger. Tell me, who among you will die this year? ”

Everyone looked at her in amazement.

"Me." Finally, Harry said in a low voice.

"Understood."

Professor McGonagall nodded, staring at Harry with her piercing eyes.

"In case you don't know, Potter and Sybil Trelawney have prophesied the death of a student every year since they came to work at this school.

But so far, none of them have died.

Professor Trelawney's favorite way to greet a new class is to look at the omens of death, so I think you're completely worried. ”

Professor McGonagall stopped abruptly, looked at Harry, and said in a matter-of-fact tone, "It seems to me that you are in very good health, so I beg your pardon if I didn't spare your homework for today." I promise you, if you do die, you won't have to turn in your homework. ”

"I knew Clark was right." Hermione muttered quietly.

Some of the low-laughing students laughed, and Harry felt much more relaxed.

Without the hazy red light and smoky aroma of Professor Trelawney's classroom, it was hard to be intimidated by a pile of tea.

Not everyone was relieved, though, at least Ron still seemed worried, and it was the first time Clark knew that his cousin was so superstitious. Well, wizards and magic themselves are part of superstition.

When the Transfiguration class was over, Clark and Hermione were relieved, which meant they could skip the time turner for the next class.

The two packed up their things and followed the crowd to the auditorium for lunch.

Today's meal was hearty, with a large pot of stew in the center of the table with potatoes, carrots, tomatoes, onions, peas, sausages, and large chunks of beef stewed softly.

Serve such a hot bowl, and then take a golden and fluffy scone, a bite of bread and a piece of meat, a simple meal, can make people feel happy in the afternoon.

"Be happy, Ron," Clarke pushed a pot of stew in front of him, "You've heard Professor McGonagall, and even if you don't believe me, you should believe Professor McGonagall." ”

"I don't have ......"

Ron retorted, spooning the stew into his plate and picking up his fork, but didn't eat it.

"Harry," he asked in a serious whisper, "you didn't see a big black dog anywhere, did you?" ”

"I ......," said Harry, who hesitated for a moment, not wanting to lie, "I have seen one, the night I left the Dursleys. ”

Ron's fork clicked and fell onto the plate.

"Maybe it's just a stray dog." Clark said calmly, of course he knew that the black dog was Sirius Black, but there was no point in saying it now.

Ron looked at Clark as if Clark was crazy.

"Clarke, you should know, if Harry had seen the ominous, then—it would have been bad," he said, "and my- my uncle Billiers had seen one, and as a result—he died twenty-four hours later! ”

"Ron," Clark almost laughed, "of course I know, but Uncle Billiers did die in an accident, he drank too much that day, and drowned himself. ”

"Impossible!" Ron started to get angry, "You don't know what you're talking about, most wizards are scared out of their minds when they see the ominous!" ”

"That's the truth," Hermione said in a tone that saw it all, "and they were scared to death when they saw the ominous. Ominous is not a bad omen, but a cause of death! ”

Ron opened his mouth to speak, but Hermione didn't want to argue with him anymore, "Okay, we say it's pointless, it's always coming, there's no use worrying. ”

With that, she drank the last sip of juice from her glass, grabbed her bag, and left with Clark and the others.

After a short lunch break, Clark regained his energy and happily went to his first lesson in protecting magical beasts.

They came to the outside of the castle and walked on the wide field.

At this time, the rain had stopped all night, and the sky was a crisp pale gray, and the grass under his feet was wet and elastic to step on.

They descended the smooth grassy slope toward Hagrid's hut on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

It wasn't until they got closer and saw the back of the heads of the three familiar ones that they realized they had to take this class with the Slytherin students today.

"I don't know how long that stupid big guy can stay in this position, I promise he won't be able to work for a few days before he obediently goes back to the woods......"

Malfoy was talking to Crabbe and Goyle in high spirits, making them giggle roughly.

Clark looked at his back and shook his head, this guy doesn't always have a long memory, besides, if Hagrid really went to drill the forest, I'm afraid he would go to pick up money.

Hagrid, who had been a teacher on his first day, was standing at the door of his cabin, waiting for the students.

He was still wearing the moleskin coat, and the Great Hound Tooth stood at his feet, as if he couldn't wait to go.

"Come on, come on, everyone, come here, hurry up!" When he saw the students walk in, he shouted, "There's something good for you to show you today!" Trust me, it's going to be a great class! Have you all arrived? Okay, come with me! ”

He beckoned the group to walk in the direction of the Forbidden Forest, and Harry was still worried if Hagrid would lead them into the woods.

Luckily, Hagrid wasn't stupid, he just led them around the edge of the woods.

After walking for about five minutes, they found themselves outside a small, empty paddock.

"Everybody's gathered around this fence!" Hagrid shouted, "yes—make sure you can see it." Alright, first you need to open your textbook—"

"How do I open it?" It was Draco Malfoy's cold, languid voice.

"Huh?" Hagrid didn't understand what he meant.

"How can we possibly open a textbook?" Malfoy asked sarcastically again.

He pulled out the book of "Yokai Books" tied with rope, and the rest of his classmates did the same, some tied the books tightly, some stuffed them in narrow, tight bags, or clamped them up with a large clamp.

"Y-none of you have been able to open the textbook?" Hagrid asked, looking a little disappointed.

Most of the classmates shook their heads, except for Clarke, who stepped forward, "I remember telling the manager of the Blotted bookstore to tell the book buyers what to do with these guys. ”

As he spoke, he demonstrated to the students who didn't know yet, "You have to pick up the spine of the book, look, it's like this......"

Under his demonstration, the originally violent textbook suddenly fell silent.

In front of Clark, Malfoy pursed his lips, but he didn't dare say anything more.

"Well," said Hagrid, who had been relieved, with confidence, "you all have the textbooks, and now ...... Right now...... What is needed now is Fantastic Beasts. yes, I'm going to bring them. Wait......"

With that, Hagrid left them behind and walked into the Forbidden Forest alone, leaving the students looking at each other.

Seeing this, Marl complained to his classmates again, "Oh my God, this school is finished, that stupid guy is coming to teach, my dad is going to have a heart attack when he hears about it-"

"Shut up, Malfoy!" Harry glared at him.

"Be careful, Potter, there's a Dementor behind you—"

"Oh oh oh!" Lavender Brown screamed as he pointed across the paddock.

It turned out that under Hagrid's leadership, a dozen tall animals trotted towards them.

The students had never seen such a strange animal, with the body, hind legs and tail of a horse, but also the sharp front claws of an eagle, huge wings and a head with a cold beak that made them look dangerous and mysterious.

Fortunately, each monster had a thick leather collar around its neck, tied by a long chain.

All the chains were in Hagrid's big hands, and he followed the monsters slowly into the paddock.

"Let's go, over there!" He roared as he shook the chain in his hand, urging the monsters towards the fence where the class was standing.

And Hermione, who was well-read, also recognized these half-horse, half-bird monsters.

"Oh, it's a Hippogriff!" Hermione covered her mouth and exclaimed.

Hagrid stepped closer and chained the monsters to the fence, and the classmates stepped back slightly.

"Yes, it's the Hippogriff!" He heard Hermione's words and happily introduced, "Look, how beautiful they are, aren't they?" ”

Clark glanced at the Hippogriffs again, and if you ignore the dangerous-looking talons and beaks, the big ones were exactly what Hagrid had said.

Hagrid then talks about their habits and characteristics, and how to make friends with them.

"Remember, Hippogriffs lose their temper easily. Don't humiliate it, or you'll die. Hagrid emphasized, then asked, "Okay—who wants to come first?" ”

Hearing this, most of the students stepped back again, even Harry and Ron were suspicious, after all, those Hippogriffs flicked their vicious heads and stretched their powerful wings, and they didn't seem to want to be tied up like this.

But just as Hagrid was about to ask, pleading, a calm voice overjoyed him.

"I'm coming!"

Neville took a step forward, his muscular back looking unusually reliable, which changed the impression of some of his classmates, and even Malfoy's mouth opened wide in surprise when he saw him come forward.

After all, in the first grade, he became a laughing stock because of riding a broomstick.

Even though his image has changed last year, he has always been around a good person like Clark, and he is not so conspicuous.

And now these students suddenly find that they don't recognize this former crybaby a little.

He was so tall, almost on par with Malfoy's two henchmen, but not as obsessed as the two of them, but rather very athletic and nimble.

It is said that the external image can change a person's temperament, and Neville, who has a strong physique, naturally shows a bit of heroism.

He ignored the strange gazes behind him, took a few small steps, and with his right hand on the fence of the paddock, he climbed over the fence very silkily like Dongguan Tsai.

"Well done, Neville!" Hagrid said in a gruff voice, "Okay - let's see what you do with Buckbeak." ”

He unfastened a chain, pulled the gray Hippogriff away from its companion, and untied its leather collar.

The students on the other side of the paddock all held their breath, and Malfoy's eyes narrowed maliciously.

Under their watchful gaze, Neville followed Hagrid's instructions and walked up to the Hippogriff.

Then they saw that the so-called arrogant monster in Hagrid's mouth had bent down its scaly front knee first, and made an unmistakable bow to Neville.

This surprised Hagrid.

"Incredible, Neville!" Hagrid was ecstatic, "I've never seen anything like this before, okay - I guess it'll let you ride it!" ”

All the students cheered, except for Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, who seemed disappointed.

And Neville nimbly flipped onto the back of the Hippogriff, and then soared into the sky under the envious gaze of everyone!

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