It was already 12 noon when the Charms class ended, and the young wizards hurried to the auditorium to prepare for their meal.

Compared with last year, the end of class in the morning has also been extended a bit, which has reduced the lunch break that was still abundant a lot, and suddenly became nervous.

Ike was even more urgent.

Classes started at 1 p.m., lunch was tight, and Ike was faced with divination, ancient magic, and Muggle studies. Although Hogwarts takes into account the choices of each student as much as possible when arranging electives, the two periods of 9 a.m. to 9:45 a.m. and 1 p.m. to 1:45 p.m. are elective hours, and there are two days a week of compulsory classes to better divide students.

It can be said that except for all courses, other students will not have course conflicts.

But it can't be helped, for Ike, the easiest way to get access to the time converter is this.

There's no way he's going to miss this opportunity.

At 12:50, Ike arrived on the eighth floor of the castle on time, and there were already many people waiting in front of the divination classroom. There were students from all four houses, but with the exception of Moratti and Padma, who were also Ravenclaw, the others Ike only knew the name and was not very familiar with it.

This may be a common problem among the eaglets, most of whom don't make much friends with people from other houses.

Kindness...... This is Ike's impression and does not represent Ravenclaw......

At 12:55 p.m., the brass panel on the ceiling inlaid with the words "Sybil Trelawney, Divination Teacher" opened punctually, and a silver ladder fell. The little wizards climbed up one after another with "Clearing the Fog and Looking at the Future".

The classroom looked small, compactly packed with twenty small round tables, each with two chairs placed next to each other, and the chairs were in close proximity to each other, almost next to each other.

There were many lamps in the room, all covered with crimson scarves, and the windows around it were tightly blocked by curtains. The fireplace was blazing brightly, and the whole room was baked hot.

Everyone was obviously frightened by the sense of mystery created by this artificiality, and honestly found a seat and sat down. As soon as I sat down, I heard a muffled voice sound.

"Welcome, it's great to finally see you in the material world!"

With the voice appeared, it was Professor Trelawney. She is very thin, wears a very large glasses on her face, and her body is covered with all kinds of accessories, which makes a noise as she walks, giving people the feeling of "she is very good at divination".

"Welcome to the Divination Lesson!" "This is the most profound of all magical arts. I must say that if you don't have discernment and talent, I can't make you learn divination. ”

"Since ancient times, books have not been important in the field of divination......"

Ike listened quietly as Professor Trelawney fooled around, but as he listened, he suddenly realized that what she was saying made sense.

It is also true that the well-known soothsayers in history were basically born, and it is rare to hear of anyone who has learned to become a qualified soothsayer. Although in most cases Professor Trelawney's words are not very reliable, he is very rigorous when it comes to the general process and history of divination.

After a brief intimidation, Professor Trelawney asked everyone to divide into pairs and take a teacup filled with tea. After drinking the tea, shake the tea residue at the bottom of the cup three times, then buckle it upside down on the plate, and after the last drop of tea seeps out, hand the cup to your partner to interpret.

Ike's partner is Oliver Rivers from Hufflepuff, and both of them hold each other's teacups and try to decipher the shape of the tea leaves as the book says, trying to make a prediction that might be reliable.

This behavior caused Ike to have deep self-doubt, and even if he had a book as a reference, he couldn't see anything in it.

The time of the class passed in Ike's deep self-doubt. After class, Ike left the classroom as soon as possible and went straight into the room where he was in need.

In his own space, Ike clipped the "Easy Introduction to Ancient Magic" and carefully turned the hourglass on the time-turner. As soon as I let go of my hand, my surroundings suddenly changed.

Ike felt himself quickly retreating, countless blurred patterns passing in front of him, and an inexplicable sound sounded in his ears, as if many voices were mixed together and accelerated.

It was a wonderful, rapid change, and before Ike could even recover his senses, everything around him stopped, still familiar to him.

Push open the door and go out, go straight to the ancient magic classroom, push the door and enter, it is already full of people.

Stuart and Anthony took a seat for Ike and waved him when he came. Ike smiled and waved, and sat down next to the two of them.

"Why is it so late? You'll be a few minutes late. Stewart asked.

"It's a little delayed, it's okay." Ike placed the book on the table and replied with a smile.

The three of them chatted a few more words, and Professor Bassheda Babulin, a professor of ancient magic scripts, walked in. This is a woman who looks like a medieval aristocratic lady, and the clothes on her body are very Victorian charm and temperament.

She spoke softly, using Old English words, which was very unfriendly to the students, after all, no one would speak words that were only spoken hundreds of years ago.

But the lecture was still very good, at least Ike listened to it, even if he had mastered all these contents, but he still gained something.

Self-learning and being taught, after all, are two different concepts, and the effect is different.

Soon it was time for the end of class, and Ike said hello to Stewart and Anthony, and hurriedly left first.

This time, he went straight to the hallway on the right side of the fourth floor, which had been abandoned since the first year was used by Dumbledore as a starting point for the game, and basically no one would come over.

Pushing open the broken wooden door and locking it back, Ike spun the time-turner around again. This time he was prepared in advance, but he still didn't feel anything and it was over, and he couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

He came and went quickly, and walked out of the room in a bit of a daze, and by the time he reached the Muggle studies classroom, Ike had already recovered.

He had already been prepared for this, and if the mystery of the time turner was so easy for him to see the clues, it would not be that no new time turner had been created for centuries.

Time is wonderful.