Days to grind friendship at Hogwarts

When Glenn came down the stairs of the divination class classroom, Qiu was already a little anxious.

Because she was still thinking about Trelawney's new prophecy, Glenn's expression was not relaxed, which undoubtedly made her a little more nervous.

"What did the professor say to you?" She pursed her lips, grabbed Glenn's sleeve, and her face turned slightly pale.

Glenn didn't react for a moment and asked subconsciously: "Ah? What?"

"It's that...unknown..." There were faint tears in the girl's eyes again, "Doesn't Professor Trelawney have a solution?"

"Oh, you're talking about that!" Glenn remembered this and showed a relaxed smile, "There's nothing to worry about, it's just a repertoire in the first divination class every year."

Qiu looked at him blankly and asked: "Repertoire? What does that mean?"

"I heard from Professor McGonagall that Professor Trelawney especially likes to predict some tragic things. She will do this in the first class every year." Glenn smiled and touched her head and said nonchalantly.

, "Let's go to the Charms class."

Although Qiu was dubious, seeing how relaxed he always was, she had no choice but to follow him down the stairs obediently.

I don't know when, the sky outside the window became gloomy for no reason. The sun was still shining brightly before the first class, but now it was like a storm was coming, with lead-colored dark clouds hanging low, giving a somewhat gloomy look.

"Coming so soon?"

Glenn looked at the slightly frosted window frame and said in a voice that only he could hear.

When the two arrived at the Charms classroom, most of the students were already seated.

Perhaps because the divination class sounds the most mysterious, among the five elective courses in the third grade, the largest number of people choose this course.

This also led to the fact that most of the young wizards of the same grade who came to the Charms class already knew about Glenn and the unknown incident, and it quickly spread throughout the grade.

When Glenn entered the room, the little wizards who were whispering a second ago all stopped and looked at him sympathetically. This made Qiu's face paler.

"Don't worry, it's okay."

Glenn reached out his hand under the desk, squeezed her palm quietly, and gave her a reassuring smile.

Qiu didn't expect that this guy would suddenly make such a bold move. He subconsciously pulled his hand away quickly, and a blush appeared on his pale face.

In class, Professor Flitwick explained the whole body binding spell to them.

This is a spell that can really play an important role in dueling. He also talked about his experience of winning a duel championship when he was young.

But he stopped only halfway through.

As an old professor with rich teaching experience, he obviously noticed that most of the students listened absentmindedly.

"To be honest, your reaction is a bit beyond my expectation." He returned to the podium, stood on the pile of thick books he had stacked, and said, "According to my past experience, this topic should not be so ordinary.

.Or are you not interested in the history of this old guy like me?"

"No, Professor..." Qiu hesitated, looked at Glenn again, and said, "We just had our first divination class..."

Obviously, she still didn't fully believe Glenn's explanation and came specifically to ask Professor Flitwick for confirmation.

Before she could finish speaking, Professor Flitwick immediately understood what the problem was.

"If that's the case, I understand what you mean." He put away his previous serious tone and asked relaxedly, "Then tell me, who is this year?"

"Who is it?" Everyone looked at him with puzzled faces, not understanding what he was asking.

Only Glenn understood his question. It seemed that not only Professor McGonagall, but also his own dean had already known about Professor Trelawney's regular repertoire.

"It's me, Professor." Glenn raised his hand and said helplessly.

"Sibyl is really good at choosing people."

The short Professor Flitwick stroked his beard and said with a smile.

"Don't worry, kids. During the more than ten years that Professor Trelawney has been teaching, in the first class of every third grade, she will predict the tragic death of a student. It is worth mentioning that her goals are often

They are all among the best students in this class."

He glanced at Glenn and continued.

"I must clarify that as of now, none of the students in her prophecy have had any accidents."

There was an uproar in the classroom.

Glenn turned his gaze to Qiu and whispered: "Look, I told you this a long time ago, right?"

She nodded, and some color finally returned to her face.

"Of course, Mr. Ollivander." Professor Flitwick said in a joking tone, "Although I sympathize with your experience, I have to say that this cannot be used as a reason for your grades to decline. If you fail at the end of the semester,

If I don't get an 'o' on the exam, I might consider making Professor Trelawney's prediction come true."

Glenn shrank his neck and nodded submissively, but he didn't agree in his heart.

If the secret room is opened this year, even the final exam may be canceled directly.

With Professor Flitwick's comfort, although there were still a few people who believed deeply in Trelawney's prophecy, the classroom atmosphere finally returned to normal, and the young wizards were attracted by his experience of being a duel champion, and it was lively.

A spell lesson was completed on the ground.

During lunch time, the sky outside the window became increasingly gloomy, almost like night.

Dumbledore made a rare appearance at the teacher's desk. His face was obviously not very good-looking, and he was quietly watching the little wizards come in one after another.

When the seats were almost full, he stood up and spoke.

"There is something temporary that needs to be announced. I'm sorry to interrupt everyone's lunch." He did not use his usual relaxed tone and did not hide his dissatisfaction at all. "Due to the escape of a criminal, our school has welcomed several people.

The Dementors of Azkaban are sent by the Ministry of Magic to perform official duties."

There were gasps of cold air. Apparently, most young wizards from wizarding families have heard of the terrible name of Dementors.

"I think you all should know their identity and purpose. They will be stationed at every entrance of the school. Therefore, from today on, no one is allowed to leave the school without permission." Dumbledore continued, "I must

Let me remind you that no tricks or disguises can fool the dementors - not even the invisibility cloak."

As he spoke, he glanced in Harry's direction and changed his tone of concern.

"Due to the nature of Dementors, they do not understand excuses and begging for mercy. Therefore, I must remind everyone here not to give them any reason to harm you."