Chapter 194 Time Turner!

When the Ravenclaw students return to their dormitories.

"Zhang Qiu, what's on your bed? Zhang Qiu said.

Zhang Qiu didn't raise his head and said, "It should be someone else's, put me on the bed." ”

Zhang Qiu took out the books used in this semester from his bag and placed them neatly on his desk.

"But there's a card with your name on it. ”

"Huh?" Zhang Qiu turned his head suspiciously.

The beautiful packaging is unwrapped, and there seems to be a streamer at the wooden handle.

"Ahh

When everyone heard this, they all gathered around to watch the broomstick.

Zhang Qiu picked up the broomstick, she couldn't guess that anyone else would give her something except Harry.

It's just that...... She wondered, "What is a fire bolt?"

From the surprised eyes of her classmates, she could also tell that this broomstick was very good.

But she was a Muggle family, and this was a fire bolt that was launched in the summer, and she hadn't been to Diagon Alley, so she naturally didn't know anything.

Quidditch is one of the most famous and popular games in the wizarding world, and a bunch of people immediately introduced her to the Firebolt.

"The best and fastest broomstick ...... in the world at the moment"

"It is said that within ten years, no other broomstick will surpass it. ”

"I heard that the price is as high as more than 60,000 yuan...... a girl who has learned about it said enviously. (Note: RMB in 2000.) ）

Then there was another wave of amazement.

......

Next.

After the rain, the sky became clear, because of yesterday's heavy rain, the United Kingdom, a country that has been gloomy most of the time, the sky became clear.

The sky is turquoise and clear, and the white clouds are floating in the sky.

The last hot tail of summer seems to have been carried away by yesterday's rains.

The weather is cool, and the wind blows across the lake, and you can feel a hint of chill.

Because of the new classes this semester, the third-year students are holding the class schedule to see what classes to take.

Hermione frowned as she looked at her class schedule.

Her class schedule was different from everyone else's, and it was densely packed with classes, almost ten classes a day.

Harry glanced at nine o'clock, divination lessons, Muggle studies, and, arithmetic divination lessons.

It seems that Professor McGonagall is crazy and is messing around with Hermione's lessons.

No one can take three classes at the same time.

But Harry knew that if he took all the classes in his third year, he would get a hidden item: the Time Converter. Of course, not everyone has this qualification, you must be good enough that the teacher is willing to let you make this exception for you. If Ron, the last student in the grade, had chosen all the courses, all that would have been waiting for him would have been Professor McGonagall talking to him and asking him to re-select the course.

Time Converter: You can travel through time and use time multiple times.

That's right, such a powerful prop against the sky is just for Hermione to learn.

Presumably, every family in the wizarding world has an Infinity Gauntlet of Thanos, otherwise how could it be so extravagant.

But this item is not omnipotent, and its travel time is limited to one day.

In other words, time is like flowing water, and even if you use it an infinite number of times, it will eventually slowly flow away to the sun tomorrow.

Although Professor McGonagall told Hermione not to tell anyone about the time-turner, Hermione wanted to tell him about it when she saw Harry's "confused and worried" look at her class schedule.

Well...... Actually, this was just Hermione's own misunderstanding.

"Harry, I have something to tell you. Hermione pulled a pendant-like object from her chest.

A small gold timer hangs from a tiny gold chain.

"I know, time-turner. Harry said softly.

This thing is powerful, but it is very restrictive.

When using it, you must not interfere with what has happened, let alone meet your past self. Otherwise, on the timeline, no one can be sure what will happen in the past and in the future.

Among them, there is a great terror.

And there have been wizards in history who accidentally killed their past or future selves.

Hermione was about to explain, when she heard Harry speak, and said in surprise, "How do you know?"

"It's not a big deal. Harry retracted his gaze, "Although learning is a commendable thing, I think you may be tired, and if learning brings you a heavy burden instead of joy, it is better not to use it." ”

Hermione nodded, "I'd like to try it first, but to be honest, I was really interested when I first started choosing classes, but now that I've seen so many classes, I really have a headache." ”

Just then, Hagrid walked into the auditorium.

He wore that long moleskin coat and absentmindedly flung a dead chicken marten with one large hand.

"Hagrid, how are you preparing?" asked Hermione.

He stopped walking towards the faculty table and said excitedly, "You guys come to my first class! It's my first class in the afternoon! I got up at five o'clock in the morning and got everything ready...... But I'm still nervous, and I hope the class goes well...... I'm finally a teacher...... What a ......."

He smiled happily at Harry and continued towards the faculty table, still flicking the dead mink in his hand.

"I wonder what he's preparing?" Hermione said, a hint of concern in her voice, "You know, he feels very different from us about magical creatures. ”

Harry chuckled and said, "This afternoon, it must have been a very smooth lesson. ”

......

The first class in the morning is a divination class.

The classroom is located in a remote room in the north tower, the room has no door, and at the ceiling, a staircase hangs down, and students enter from the bottom up, standing on the floor of the classroom.

It's a strange kind of classroom. It didn't look like a classroom at all, not as bright as the others, with no blackboards, no lecterns, no rows of neat desks, more like a mixture of an attic and an old-fashioned teahouse.

There were at least twenty small round tables crammed inside, and around them were calico armchairs and bulging futons.

Everything in the room was lit by a hazy red light, the curtains were drawn tightly, and many of the lamps were covered with large crimson scarves.

It was breathlessly hot, and under the full mantelpiece, the fire was blazing, and on top of it lay a large copper teapot that emitted a strong, disgusting scent.

The circular walls were lined with shelves filled with dirty quills, candle heads, tattered playing cards, countless gleaming silver crystal balls, and a large pile of teacups.

The attempt was made to create a smoky and mysterious environment, but Harry felt nothing but disgust.

Harry didn't know if Professor Trelawney had done it intentionally or unintentionally, but some of the gadgets on the cabinet had a slight confusing effect.

In the shadows, a soft, slow, slurred voice said, "Welcome, today's encounter is something I expected a long time ago, and I know each of you well. ”

"Alright, don't look surprised, sit down. Professor Trelawney stepped into the firelight, she was very thin, and a pair of large glasses had magnified her eyes several times as much.

She wore a thin and transparent shawl embellished with many glittering metal pieces, countless beads and chains around her slender neck, and many bracelets and rings on her arms and hands.

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