time at hogwarts

At night, everyone was having a heated discussion about suspending the PUBG class. Everyone felt that they could not understand why the dementors blocked Hogwarts. What does Sirius Black have to do with Hogwarts?He must come back to school?

"Quidditch is not banned, so why not PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds?" The twins who secretly came to the third-grade dormitory are now obviously more interested in PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds than Quidditch. .shung

"Maybe the Floo network is not secure and others can sneak across?" Harry guessed.

"Maybe that's it." Ron only took one PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds class last year and was eliminated while still on the periphery. So he always wanted to get a good ranking, but he didn't know that he would hear such news as soon as he arrived at school.

After discussing this matter, everyone turned their attention to Magos.

"Can you cast the Patronus Charm again?" Harry had always wanted to see what the Patronus Charm looked like. When Professor Lupine cast the spell, he had already fainted and had no chance to let Harry know before arriving at school. Goss used it again, now he couldn't wait.

"That was the only time I succeeded, and I don't know if I can do it again." Magos was also a little eager to try, wondering if he could cast this spell at will.

"Come on." Fred and the others sat on the sides of the bed, waiting attentively for Magos' presentation.

Magos closed his eyes and recalled the happy things he thought about at that time, while explaining a little about the requirements for casting this spell.Then he concentrated and thrust his wand forward.

"Call God Guard!"

The top of the wand began to emit a faint white light, and a Q-version penguin walked out of the white light, but the spell dissipated after a while.

"Bah bang bang bang." Everyone applauded him.

"There is almost no power anymore." Unlike the enthusiasm of the friends around him, he had a sad face and was a little depressed.

"It's no different from failure. Even a dementor can't be driven away."

"Compared to us, it's already great." George patted him hard on the shoulder.

"Can I learn it?" Harry looked at his wand with envy, as if he was still recalling the scene just now. He thought about how he could be stunned by the dementors if he knew this spell before.

"Of course, if you are willing, but I still recommend you to learn from Professor Lu Ping. As you just saw, my mastery of this spell is too low. I also want to learn from Professor Lu Ping. Then we can Together."

"It's settled." Harry stood up from the bed excitedly.

In the end, they laughed and laughed until late at night. The twins kicked Ron away to sleep on his bed, so Ron had to spend the night with Harry.

The weather had cleared up the next day, and feeling the higher temperature on the outdoor corridor made people wonder if the ice on the Hogsmeade station last night was their imagination.

"Remember after the dementors entered the train, the surrounding windows and the drinks we drank were all frozen? It's possible that they passed by the station, causing the temperature there to be so low."

Listening to the exchanges among the young wizards around him, Magos looked curiously at the clear sky. He did not find any dementors, nor did he know where they were hiding.

"If dementors weren't so evil, I think they'd be much more useful than air conditioners."

Except for Hermione and the little wizard who didn't understand what air conditioning meant, the others thought about what he said and nodded in agreement.

"Don't forget the principal's warning last night." Hermione was deeply aware of Magos's boldness, and was afraid that he would not be able to think about it and take the initiative to find trouble with the Dementors.

At breakfast, the twins took their class schedules from their prefects and gave them to them.

"Oh, the first class is Divination. I wonder if it will be as interesting as History of Magic." Ron glanced at his class schedule and then looked at the others. When he accidentally glanced at Hermione's he asked in surprise when the class schedule came up.

"Hermione, your class schedule has been messed up by them. Why do you have so many classes a day?"

Hermione frowned and ignored him.

Magos and Harry looked over curiously, and sure enough they found that her class schedule was densely packed, and several classes were taking place at the same time.

Hermione put away her class schedule with a stern look on her face.

"I have already discussed it with Professor McGonagall, so don't ask me this question again." Harry looked back with a smile, but McGoss was vaguely familiar with this scene, but not very clearly. He only remembered that she seemed to Can take several classes at the same time.

At this moment Hagrid walked past their table absentmindedly waving an animal he didn't know if it was a dead polecat or a dead polecat and talking to himself.

"Hey, Hagrid."

"Oh, it's you." Hagrid looked like he had just discovered them, and then his face turned serious.

"Call me Professor Hagrid from now on."

Seeing them nodding, he smiled with satisfaction, and then said some incoherent words, and anyone could feel his nervousness.

After he left, Magos looked at the little corpse waving in his hand and shuddered inexplicably.

"I'm a little worried about what he will teach us. It can be seen from the monster book he asked us to buy that something is not good." Ron looked at Hagrid's back and felt a little bad.

"Let's go, no matter what, we have to support Hagrid." Harry drank the last sip of milk and picked up the book at hand and stood up.

"We have to go to the North Tower." Hermione looked at the class schedule in her hand.

"Now the question is, how to get past the North Tower?"

"I have a way." Magos smiled and took out the passing map from his magic robe.

"You actually still have it with you?"

"Of course, this is a good thing, how can it be thrown in the corner?"

Harry and Ron nodded in agreement, and Hermione pouted.

They followed the path through the dot map to a narrow spiral staircase.

"This is the first time I know there is a classroom here."

"Let's go, stop talking nonsense." Hermione said and quickly went upstairs.

The spiral staircase became narrower as they went up, and by the time they reached the highest point, their heads were already dizzy.

"Does the premise of divination require knocking oneself out?" Magos shook his head vigorously while holding on to the wall. In his eyes, spinning in circles was equivalent to exploding on the spot.

"We should have arrived, but..." Before Ron could finish his sentence, a circular trap door opened above his head, and a silver ladder stretched out from inside to Magos and the others' feet.

"This classroom is quite suitable for divination, at least it's hard to find." Hermione made a rare complaint.

The classroom they saw when they walked up the silver ladder felt more like a combination of an attic and an old-fashioned teahouse.There are more than 20 small round tables lined up in this classroom. Each table is surrounded by three chairs with carved patterns, and a small cushion is placed on the chair.

The three Magos found a seat in the middle and sat down. Like other students, they curiously scanned everything in the classroom.All the windows on the wall were tightly sealed with curtains, and the light shone from several red lampshades, coating everything with a red film.The fireplace in the classroom was so full that Magos felt that ordinary people would get carbon monoxide poisoning if they stayed here.A large copper kettle was placed in the fireplace. Judging from the white steam coming out of the spout, it might be boiling water.The circular walls were lined with shelves filled with dusty feather ornaments, candle holders, old playing cards, countless silver crystal balls and a large collection of tea sets.

"It feels like this shouldn't be a classroom, and I don't know how long it's been since I've been disturbed here. I can guarantee it. If there's a gust of wind inside, everyone will definitely not stay in there for one more second."

"Where is the professor? Has she not come yet?" Ron looked over and found the teacher of the Divination class, Professor Sybill Trelawney.

"Welcome." A voice suddenly came from the fireplace, and a vague shadow gradually solidified.

"I'm glad you can finally take divination class," she said in a low tone.

"This is a great course where you will be able to face death."