"Mr. Ferencze's public divination class will be held at nine o'clock in the morning in classroom No. 11, and Mr. Tang's public divination class will be held at half past ten in the morning in the original divination classroom."

Hermione Granger read out the words on the bulletin board in a serious manner, "Fifth graders are asked to attend the public class on time unless there are special circumstances, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class scheduled for half past ten in the morning will be postponed to Thursday morning." ”

"I thought today's Defence Against the Dark Arts class was cancelled." Ron Weasley said with a dejected expression, "I've been happy all night for this." ”

"I thought you knew enough about Umbridge." Harry Potter said unceremoniously, "Anything that will make you happy will not happen to her." ”

"Professor Umbridge." Hermione reminded, "If she hears you call him by name, you'll have to be punished again." ”

"Okay." Harry unconsciously touched the back of his hand and said, "The best thing to do is not to discuss her, who are you supporting anyway?" ”

"Ferenze, of course!" Ron exclaimed, "Everyone knows that Ferenze is on Dumbledore's side. ”

"Hermione, what about you?"

"You know, I've never liked horses." Hermione said calmly.

"Ferenze is not a horse, he is a horse man!" Harry corrected, "And, he's helped me. ”

"He's got four legs anyway, anyway." Hermione said, "Anyway, I'm not interested in divination classes, if I can't take time off, I'd rather go to the library and stay If you don't have memory problems, you should remember that I didn't take a divination class this semester." ”

"She's not in a good mood today?" Ron leaned over to Harry and whispered.

"Apparently so." Harry whispered, "Anyway, I'll support Ferencze, don't you think?" What does that Oriental man say? Sort of"

"Pompous." Ron picked up the conversation and said, "Hogwarts has already spread all over Hogwarts, and he has to toss a coin before he does anything, as if he can really get inspiration from this childish trick." ”

Harry nodded approvingly, "Apparently he's the same kind as Professor Trelawney, I mean, and while he looks much better and less insane, I'm sure he'll say some strange revelations to try to convince us that those deaths and disasters will happen to us." ”

Ron smiled knowingly, mimicking Trelawney's tone, and said, "Terrible. Something terrible is going to happen to you, Harry. Porter! ”

Harry Potter shuddered and shouted in disgust, "Don't let me remember those scenes!" ”

Hermione rolled her eyes at the two older boys and said, "Actually, the version I've heard is that Mr. Don found his way through the living ladder in the patio by throwing a coin when he first came to Hogwarts. ”

"Oh, what an amazing deed." Ron scoffed, "So you're going to be on the side of the Orientals?" Maybe you forgot that the guy was recommended by Umbridge. ”

"Actually, it's the Minister of Magic." Hermione sighed:

"Prejudice will cloud your mind, if you calm down, you will find that whoever becomes a professor of divination will not affect Dumbledore, not to mention, I don't think Mr. Don and Umbridge are in a group, if that's the case, there is no need for him to offer to let students decide who is more suitable."

Obviously, such a long analysis was not going to be listened to by Ron and Harry, who had shifted to the question of whether or not there would be German elbows for lunch today.

Classroom Eleven is on the first floor, opposite the Great Hall, and is one of the classrooms that is not normally used, there are many such classrooms at Hogwarts, and the castle is too large for a few hundred students.

There were already a number of students crowded around the doorway of the classroom, and Harry heard the exclamations of everyone who entered, and hurriedly squeezed in, and then, he found himself in a glade.

Soft moss slammed into the ground, trees rose from the ground, strips of paper covered with luxuriant foliage, fanning across the ceiling and windows, and soft, dappled green rays of light slanted through the space.

The place was clearly under a spatial extension spell, and dozens of students sat on the dirt floor with their backs to tree trunks or large rocks, and it didn't look crowded at all.

And Ferencze, the tall, muscular centaur stood in the middle of a treeless clearing.

"Professor Dumbledore did exactly what he said, and he set up a classroom that was not much different from the Forbidden Forest." Harry said in surprise.

"Hopefully that poor Mr. Tang hasn't seen this place." Ron accosted him, "Otherwise, he'll know that he's already lost, and Umbridge doesn't have the ability to do such a thing." ”

"Ron Weasley!" A shrill voice came from behind him, and Ron suddenly shook his condition.

Umbridge quickly walked over, pointed to Ron's nose, and said viciously, "Didn't the Weasleys teach you manners?" ”

"Gryffindor deducts five points! Come to my office in the evening! ”

With that, Umbridge walked away with a grimace.

"Damn, she looks pissed." Harry said sympathetically, "You're out of luck, Ron. ”

Ron wanted to cry without tears, waiting for Professor McGonagall to walk past him with a calm face, and then he said, "I forgot that she would come to the lecture too."

"Let's get started."

Seeing the last man enter, Ferenze flicked his long silver tail and raised a hand to point at the leafy canopy overhead.

The light quickly dimmed, and the classroom felt like a day had gone through for a moment, with stars appearing on the ceiling.

Amid the exclamations of the students, Ferencze said slowly: "What I want to teach you is ancient knowledge, how to interpret information about the future through the signs foreshadowed by the stars above us. ”

"I've been observing the stars for the past ten years, and I've realized that the people of the wizarding world are only living through the brief peace between the two wars, and the Mars that can bring about war shines brightly in our heads, which is a sign that war will return soon."

"But a few days ago, I made an unexpected discovery."

He didn't pay attention to whether the students understood or not, but said to himself: "The future of the world has shifted subtly, my people only see Mars, which symbolizes war, and I see some stars that are even more difficult to find. ”

"Saturn square Uranus, this rare astrological sign means that this change, the world of wizards will be transformed like never before."

He took out some herbs and leaves, and said, "Maybe I can try to predict the source and timing of the change by burning a few herbs and leaves, and by observing the smoke and flames."

Harry had never taken such a peculiar class.

When the bell rang for the end of class, he walked out with the smoky smell of sage and marlow.

"He didn't make anything clear, did he?" Ron said in a trance, "Hell, I just feel like I'm soaked." ”

"yes, yes." Harry said with some confusion, "Ferenze doesn't seem to care if we understand it or not, I mean, in the second half of the year, he's completely immersed in his observation of the smoke, and if it weren't for the bell for the end of the class, maybe he wouldn't have found himself in class at all." ”

"It's as boring as I imagined." Hermione commented, "Obviously we didn't learn anything from this class, but luckily I didn't take a divination class, and I didn't want to watch smoke and fire every day." ”

"At least Ferenze didn't say something scaring like Professor Trelawney did." Harry said, "I feel like what he's saying is the real prophecy." ”

"Who knows?" Hermione said uninterestedly, "Who wants to go back to the dorm?" I don't want to go to the next class with a smoky smell. ”

"It doesn't matter." Ron said, "I had a hunch that the next class was going to be very, very boring, and that was a sign I saw in the smoke and flames. ”

"Maybe we should buy a skipping candy, I mean, the nosebleed one."

As she spoke, Umbridge walked past him with small, high-frequency steps, her perfume tinging with a smoky scent.

"Ron Weasley!" She obviously heard Ron's words, and said viciously, "If I hadn't seen you in the next class, then I'm afraid someone would have cleaned the bathroom this semester!" ”

Poof—

Harry snickered from the side, and then quickly met Umbridge's more angry gaze.

"And you, Harry-Potter!"

She sniffed her clothes frantically and hurried towards the stairs, "I've had enough of the centaurs!" I'm going to report to Minister Fudge that I must get this beast out of Hogwarts!" ”

Such an angry complaint made Ron and Harry's mood suddenly happy.

"I'm really looking forward to waiting for the next class to be over and the look on her face when she sees the votes."

Harry swore by it:

"Anyway, my ticket must belong to Ferenze."

(End of chapter)