Chapitre 102: Chapter 102 Hermione: Harry Can't
For the rest of the time, Hermione was much better behaved.
Hold the teacup honestly and study hard.
Although...
like Harry, she still thinks reading tea leaves to analyze fate is outrageous.
Until the end of get out of class.
The little wizards almost obeyed Trelawney. Even if they don't have such a keen perception like Harry's, they can tell that the professor just now made a real prophecy in front of their eyes.
The little wizards walked out of the classroom and discussed excitedly.
Hermione still held the roll of parchment in her hand, thinking hard: "What does this prophecy mean?"
"The red-haired crow..."
She raised her head and looked at Ron.
Ron raised his hand to stroke his hair: "Although I have red hair, I'm not a crow, am I? I'm a real person." "Can a crow
beat a cat?" Harry asked Hermione seriously.
Before Hermione could answer, Ron broke the defense, waved his wand, and the book flew towards Harry: "This matter is going to be difficult!"
Harry waved his wand in defense: "I'm serious."
" Maybe we can find something in common between you and the crow."
Hermione thought thoughtfully, "like a hoarse voice?"
"Eatable," Harry added.
Ron was even more ashamed, wheezing and waving his wand.
Filch popped up, and just as Peeves was always with the Weasley brothers, he was always with every offending student.
"Mr. Potter, it's better not to use spells like this in the corridor." Filch said in a gentle voice.
The little wizard passing by looked at Harry in surprise.
I am very envious.
Potter's charm was so great that even Filch's face could warm up. When he faced his own group, his face almost smelled like Snape's.
"Excuse me, Mr. Filch." With a wave of Harry's wand, all the books were arranged neatly and floated behind them.
Filch nodded, and said coyly, "And thank you, Mrs. Norris likes the rations you sent."
Harry was taken aback, "You're welcome, as long as she likes it."
Noticing the words As for that "her", Filch smiled even brighter: "I will not disturb you to continue the class, I wish you a happy semester."
He turned and left, continuing to picket other students who violated the rules.
"When did you give Filch a gift?" Ron was a little surprised, Harry was not a person who paid much attention to maintaining his social circle.
Harry was taken aback and shook his head: "I don't know, maybe Hedwig gave it to me?"
"She made a lot of owl friends."
Hermione complained, "Crookshanks is also very kind to Hedwig, I watched it this morning. Until Hedwig rode Crookshanks somewhere to play."
"Hedwig is really amazing." Ron looked at the scratches on his hands and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
After walking back to the castle, Hermione stopped in front of the auditorium: "Harry, wait a minute, I'm going to the bathroom."
Ron snapped his fingers and said, "At least ten minutes."
He was very strange, obviously he was going to the bathroom Room, why do girls use it longer than boys, and they still wear skirts.
But this time he miscalculated, and within three minutes, Hermione hurried back.
"Harry, let's go." Hermione came over naturally.
"Why are you so fast this time?" Ron was a little surprised.
Hermione shook her head: "There are not many people, so there is no need to queue."
Harry sniffed his nose, his eyes puzzled: "Hermione, your smell has changed."
Hermione was taken aback, lowered her head and smelled it, but the smell remained the same, it was still the faint grassy smell of sage: "What strange smell did I get?" Already?"
"No." Harry shook his head, "My smell has faded a lot."
Hermione blushed and glared at her fiercely: "What is your smell? What nonsense are you talking about?"
Harry paused , very seriously: "It's true, not only mine, but also the smell of the divination classroom, all of which have faded a lot. It doesn't look like you've been in the bathroom for three minutes, it seems like you've been in the bathroom for fifty minutes." Hermione was disappointed
. He breathed a sigh of relief: "Your nose is really sensitive."
"This has something to do with what Professor McGonagall gave me, and it didn't make me miss another class."
A silvery white flashed through Harry's mind, reminding him of something, Lowering her voice, her tone sank: "Props to travel through time?"
Hermione nodded.
Ron stared round, surprised.
The Sorting Hat muttered: "I already knew what it was."
Harry was also surprised when he got a definite answer, magic... could involve time? Is it an ancient blood like Ciri?
It made his heart burn.
return to the past.
What a tempting few words.
They walked all the way to the Transfiguration classroom.
"Let me see that thing tonight?" Harry hesitated, but still made a request to Hermione.
Hermione was stunned, thinking of something, and grabbed Harry's hand: "Harry, don't think so much, Professor McGonagall told me that you can't go back too long in time." "
And..."
"Things that have happened cannot Change."
Harry said nothing, just nodded.
"I know, you may want to try to do something, but those don't work." Hermione said this, taking a deep breath. "It's dangerous, and it's even more dangerous for you." Ron was a little confused at first, but
listen Then, he gradually understood.
"Harry, it's a pity, but the dead cannot be brought back to life, not even the legendary Three Holy Artifacts have the ability to bring people back to life." He also grabbed Harry's hand, which was thrown away by Harry.
"I know." Harry forced a smile, "I won't think too much about it, don't worry."
Hermione nodded, but her face didn't look relieved.
"Okay, okay." Harry sighed helplessly, "Then I won't look at that thing, but be careful yourself."
Hermione heaved a sigh of relief: "This is the best."
"Professor McGonagall also told me, the last I can hide it from you, and if I can't hide it, I can't let you get in touch with this thing."
"Who would want to reveal the truth on the first day."
They walked to the Transfiguration classroom, and Hermione and Ron deliberately changed to a more relaxed one. Topic—this is what Hermione heard in Arithmancy class,
The Weasley brothers played a trick on Malfoy over breakfast.
Let that brat with the platinum hair go to the school infirmary on the first day - his tongue is swollen to be bigger than his body, and his mouth is torn.
One hundred points were deducted from Gryffindor for this.
Slytherin was also deducted 100 points - because after the Weasley brothers took the drug, the little lions and little snakes who had not had close contact for a whole summer vacation couldn't help the throbbing in their hearts, and had a hearty fight against.
The Eagles are not to be outdone.
Just you Gryffindors?
We are also good at catching snakes.
They played vigorously.
The little badgers burst into tears, maybe...they still have a chance this year, and try to win the Academy Cup again?
They hurried to the Transfiguration classroom.
Professor McGonagall waited early, with an extremely serious face.
In the third grade, their textbook was changed to "Intermediate Transfiguration", which also involved the more dangerous direction of deformation-human transfiguration.
They started experimenting with deforming human tissue.
In the first class, you have to transform your hair into any plant or animal.
This made the whole classroom feel weird.
Seamus was cautious, worried that he might blow his head off.
Hermione tries to turn her hair into gold.
Harry turned into snake hair, wriggling on his head, making the little lion cubs terrified, oh... Even if he turns into an animal, can he become a little cuter?
At least it shouldn't be a snake.
Wait until a struggling Transfiguration class is over.
The little wizards packed their schoolbags and rushed to the last class in the morning, which was also the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class this year.
The little lions bet.
What kind of jokes will this year's professor make, will he be worse than Lockhart?
Neville said that Lockhart is almost the lower limit of a professor, and it is difficult to find another wizard who can stand shoulder to shoulder with him—unless he himself goes into battle.
By the time they got to Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Lupine hadn't arrived.
He almost stepped on the class bell and walked in.
Speaking of it, it was completely different from his image: "Good morning, I heard from Professor Dumbledore about your situation in the past two years, and it was a bit bad." "So, everyone, put your
textbooks back in your schoolbags. You need a wand."
"Let's go to another classroom and have a practical lesson."
The lion cubs looked strange.
The first lesson Lockhart taught them was also a practical lesson, and the group of blue-skinned elves did not give them much pleasant impression.
They watched Harry get up and thought about it, even if the professor was unreliable, at least there was Potter.
So he didn't hesitate anymore, put down his schoolbag, and followed Lupine out of the classroom, just across the corridor and around a corner.
Peeves swooped down.
"Lupine crazy fool, Lupine crazy fool!"
He sang, holding chalk, and kept throwing it at Lupin.
The little wizards were a little surprised.
Although Peeves, like the Weasley brothers, is extremely fond of mischief, he has always respected the professor, even Lockhart last year.
Is this...
like them, no longer trusting the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?
"If I were you, I wouldn't treat a professor like this." Lupine waved his wand, and the sky of chalk stopped in front of him.
Peeves still did not give up, and stubbornly threw chalk at Lupine.
Lupine sighed, and looked back at the little wizard: "Here, I will teach you a very useful little spell." "
Pay attention to my hand gesture, it only needs to be lifted lightly but quickly."
"Wadiwa West!"
The chalk immediately flew backwards, and UU Reading www.uukanshu.com smashed hard on Peeves.
The naughty elf couldn't help but let out a cry of pain. He hugged his head, avoided the chalk he threw, and fled away cursing.
"Suppose, Peeves treats you like this in the future, or there are some small items around you." Lupine waved his wand again, and all the chalk was gathered together and thrown into the trash can, "You can deal with Peeves like this, yes A very practical little spell."
The little wizards couldn't help applauding, their eyes glowing.
It seems...
the professor of this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts class seems to be very reliable?
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