Harry Potter Blood Hunter

Harry, Ron, Hermione and the others walked down the stairs of Professor Trelawney's Divination classroom in silence, and then walked to Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration classroom.

The distance between the two classrooms is quite far, so that although they left the divination classroom very early, they only had time to catch up before the bell rang.

Harry and the others chose a seat at the back right of the classroom, but Harry still felt as if he was sitting under a very bright lamp... The rest of the class continued to watch him privately, as if he was going to die any moment.

Harry was very surprised, obviously he and Ron Hermione arrived before class with great difficulty, how did he get here, he suddenly found that not only the students who just took the divination class, but even the students who didn't go to the divination class already knew What if he was "dying"?

Harry tried to ignore the eyes of the others, forced himself to listen carefully to what Professor McGonagall was teaching them about the Animagus, without noticing that she had changed the area around her eyes into those of a tabby cat.

"Seriously, what's wrong with you today?" Professor McGonagall said gently transforming himself back, watching all the students, "Although it's not a big deal, but this is my first time in my Transfiguration class, there is no Get a round of applause."

Everyone turned to look at Harry again, but no one spoke.

Then Hermione raised her hand, "Sorry, Professor McGonagall! We just had our first Divination class, and we're learning to read those tea leaves and...".

"Ah, that's it!" said Professor McGonagall, frowning suddenly, "You don't need to talk about Miss Granger anymore. Tell me, are you going to die this year?"

All eyes turned to Professor McGonagall.

"It's me." Harry said, holding up his hand.

"I knew it!" said Professor McGonagall, looking at Harry with her beady eyes. "Then you should know, Potter! Since she came to this school, Professor Trelawney has predicted a student every year." Death. But none of them died at all. Seeing omens of death was her way of welcoming a new class and her favorite. I'm not speaking ill of my colleagues..."

Professor Mai stopped suddenly, and everyone saw white smoke coming out of her nostrils.

She continued in a calmer tone: "Divination is the least rigorous branch of magic. I confess that I have little patience for it. True seers are very rare, and Professor Trelawney..."

The meaning of this is obvious.

Professor McGonagall stopped again, and then said in a very earnest tone, "I don't see any health problems with you, Potter! So... if you don't turn in your homework today, you'll be sorry for me .I guarantee you that if you die, you don't need to get it done."

Hermione laughed.

Harry, too, felt immensely relieved.

Hmm...he finished his homework!

...

When Transfiguration was over, they rushed to the auditorium for lunch afterwards.

Really hungry!

However, compared to Hermione who was really free and easy, and Harry who had already figured it out, Ron still looked worried.

"Be happy, Ron," said Hermione, pushing the stew plate towards him. "We're going to Hagrid's class this afternoon, which is his first as a professor. If you put on a face like that Go, Hagrid will definitely be affected."

After listening to what Professor McGonagall said, Hermione and Harry were really not afraid of that prophecy anymore.

But Ron was still in a panic.

This should be because Ron was born in a magical family and had heard such stories since he was a child, so he believed in them deeply.

Ron spooned the stew onto a plate, and picked up his fork...but put it down again.

"Harry," he asked in a low, serious voice, "you said you saw a big black dog?"

"Yes!" Harry mouthed, "the night I ran away from the Dursleys'."

"Perhaps it was a stray dog.

said Hermione quietly.

Ron looked at Hermione as if something was wrong with her, "Hermione, if Harry sees an ominous one, that's... that's a bad omen! My uncle saw one too... and he's twenty Dead in four hours!"

"Coincidence," Hermione said softly. She was pouring some pumpkin juice for herself.

"You don't know what you're talking about!" Ron was unhappy because of Hermione's attitude, which was similar to that of Professor Trelawney just now. "The unknown will make most wizards tremble with fear in broad daylight!"

"Is that what you're saying? So..." Hermione retorted, raising her voice, "They see the unknown as a symbol of death and terror. In your opinion, Ron, the unknown is not a harbinger, it's a factor of death!" Harry was watching us quietly from the sidelines, because he wasn't stupid enough to see and understand it, so he wasn't afraid! By the way! I can show better evidence!"

Ron looked at Hermione silently... He always felt that Hermione was directly saying that he was stupid enough.

Hermione opened her bag and took out her new Divination book and flipped it open.

"I think Divination seems to be very ambiguous." She flipped the pages of her book and said, "There's too much guesswork in it if you ask me. It's about statistics, taking what happens every time you see it. Only when things are counted can the itinerary be made.”

"But the ominousness in the cup is not some ambiguous thing!" said Ron excitedly.

"Didn't you tell Harry quite confidently that it was a sheep the first time you saw it?" Hermione retorted.

On this point, Ron's and Hermione's cognitions are completely different, but both of them want the other to listen to them, so their anger gradually rises.

"Professor Trelawney is right, Hermione, you haven't seen the real temperament! You think it's rubbish for things you can't control!" Ron was already a little out of his mind.

At this, Hermione slammed her Divination book shut, causing some meat and carrots to splatter on the table.

"If in the divination class, I have to pretend to see the omen of death in the tea leaves, then I don't know how long I can learn! That class is absolutely rubbish compared to the arithmetic divination I took before !"

Hermione just picked up her bag, stood up and left.

Ron frowned behind her.

"What's she talking about?" Ron asked Harry. "She hasn't had any Arithmancy class before."

Harry shrugged, "I don't know either."

But now that Hermione was gone, Ron started telling Harry to be careful again.

Harry also got a little impatient, "Okay! It's been almost a month since I met that big black dog, and if I were to die, I would already be dead!"

This statement was more useful than what Hermione had been arguing with Ron for so long just now.

Ron said nothing.

The only sound left was the sound of the two of them continuing to eat.

But after a while, Hermione came back.

It's time to go to the afternoon class.

...

Harry happily walked out of the castle after lunch.

Yesterday's rain had cleared everything; the sky was very clear now, the fence was gray, the grass was damp and springy underfoot, and their first lesson in the afternoon was the magical things to watch out for.

Hermione and Ron didn't speak to each other. Harry walked silently ahead of them as they walked along the slippery meadow to Hagrid's cabin at the edge of the forbidden forest.

But when he came near the hut, Harry saw another good friend of his, Draco Malfoy, so he quickly greeted him.

"Hi! Draco!"

Draco turned quickly when he heard Harry's voice, and waved to him as well.

Now Draco was without Crabbe and Goyle. It was still there last year, but this year these two guys should have listened to their parents and distanced themselves from Draco, Malfoy.

But it hardly mattered to Draco. Because he has nothing to say to Crabbe and Goyle now.

No matter which aspect, Draco has widened a big gap with them.

Draco had also heard the rumors in the divination class, so he smiled and asked Harry, "Hi, Harry! How does it feel to be predicted to die?"

Although it is an elective course, neither divination nor arithmetic and divination are taught together by four colleges in one grade.

Gryffindor took a class with Ravenclaw...but Ravenclaw almost always chose arithmetic divination in the divination class and arithmetic divination, so almost everything Harry saw in the divination class just now It's Gryffindor.

But this also happened to make it impossible for Draco to attend classes with Harry no matter which class he chose.

Draco just couldn't find Hermione's secret either.

Hearing Draco laughing at him like this, Harry felt a sense of intimacy, so Harry began to complain about Professor Trelawney's unreliability.

Draco laughed when he heard that.

After greeting Draco, Harry walked to Hagrid's cabin together.

Hagrid was waiting for his students at the door of his hut. Standing in his moleskin coat, he looked tall and mighty...albeit with a tense expression on his face.

And the huge hound Fang Fang looked a little impatient behind his feet, as if mocking Hagrid for being so worthless!

Even Harry and the others greeted Hagrid without getting him out of this tense state, so Harry and the others cheered Hagrid up again and again.

When it was time for class, Hagrid finally regained some energy.

"Come on, come with me now!" Hagrid called to the students who leaned over. "Today we are going to explore the real face! A great class is about to begin! Everyone is here? It's good to follow me let's go!"

ha? Still go inside?

Harry watched Hagrid walking everyone further into the Forbidden Forest, slightly dazed.

While Harry is now less afraid of entering the Forbidden Forest, the same is not true for other young wizards.

So the little wizards were also a little commotion.

But fortunately, Hagrid still had a sense of proportion. After only five minutes of walking slowly along the edge of the woods with everyone, they reached the outside of a small paddock.

Although there is nothing there now.

"Come here and form a circle around the wall!" Hagrid called. "This is so that each of you can see clearly... the first thing you have to do now is open your books..."

"How do you open it?" Draco asked, taking out the book.

"Huh?" said Hagrid.

"How do we open our books?" Draco repeated.

The book Draco took out was tied tightly with thick rope.

Because this "Monster Book of Monsters" is so fierce.

The others got theirs out too; some bound their books with drawstrings like Draco did, others stuffed them in a tight bag or locked them in a vise.

"Can anyone open their books?" said Hagrid, looking downcast.

All the students shook their heads... except one!

Harry! He was holding his hands up the way Hermione usually did. And his "Monster Book of Monsters" is being held in his hand very docilely.

Hagrid was very happy, and directly added 5 points to Gryffindor, and then asked Harry to teach others how to use it.

Harry unzipped the book and opened it, and the book immediately wanted to bite.

But Harry stroked the spine of the book with his forefinger, and although the book was trembling, it finally gave up and remained silent in his hands.

The other little wizards followed suit.

"Okay, then..." Hagrid continued, clapping his hands, "So... so you've got your books out, so now Lees are going to start learning about magical things. Yeah so I'm going to take you there. let's go..."

Hagrid strode them into another part of the forest.

With Hagrid being so mysterious, everyone was guessing what kind of magical animal he would let everyone see.

To be honest, many people enroll in this course just to see magical animals that they don't usually see.

At this moment, a girl suddenly let out a sharp cry and pointed to the paddock directly ahead.

They walked forward a few dozen steps quickly, and there appeared a very strange-looking animal.

He has the body, hind legs and tail of a horse but the front half resembles the front talons of a gigantic eagle, a ferocious, steel-hard beak on the wing head, and bright orange eyes.

The claws on his front legs are half a foot long, and it seems that every bite by it will be reported to another world.

However, this monster also had a thick leather belt tied around its neck to restrain them. There was a long chain attached to the leather belt, and the end was held by Hagrid's big hand, which made the young wizards onlookers feel very safe.

"Go ahead and right over there!" Hagrid shook the chains to steer the monster towards the wall where the students stood. Everyone backed away slightly as Hegla reached the wall with their chains.

"Hippogriffs!" Hagrid introduced, waving a hand at them happily. "They're pretty, aren't they?"

Of course Harry knew Buckbeak, but Harry didn't expect Hagrid to bring him out in his first class.

And...Harry looked at Buckbeak's size, which was over two meters, and wondered what Hagrid fed him to grow so fast, Buckbeak should be less than a year old, right?

But Harry could see what Hagrid meant. He also really thinks these monsters are beautiful now.

Once you've recovered from the shock of seeing the half-horse, half-bird monster for the first time, you'll start to appreciate its shimmering exterior.

"So," Hagrid rubbed his hand and said to the young wizards around him, "if you're not afraid, you can take a closer look..."

Hmm... Except for Harry, everyone else took a step back in a tacit understanding.