Harry Potter Reborn

Chapter 194 Time Turner!

When the Ravenclaw students returned to their dormitories.

"Zhang Qiu, what is that on your bed? It seems to be a gift from someone." Female classmate Zhang Qiu said.

Zhang Qiu said without raising his head: "It should be someone else's, and he put it on my bed."

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

"But, there is a card on it with your name written on it."

"Huh?" Zhang Qiu turned his head in confusion.

The exquisite packaging was opened, and there seemed to be a stream of light on the wooden handle.

"Ah! It's a Firebolt!" A friend from the same dormitory exclaimed.

When everyone heard this, they gathered around and looked at the broomstick.

Zhang Qiu picked up the broomstick. Apart from Harry, she could not guess that anyone else would give her something.

It's just...she said doubtfully: "What is a Firebolt?"

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

But she comes from a Muggle family, and this is the Firebolt launched in the summer. She has never been to Diagon Alley, so she naturally knows nothing about it.

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

"The best and fastest flying broomstick in the world right now..."

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

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

Then there was another wave of surprise.

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The next day.

The sky has cleared up after the rain. Due to yesterday's heavy rain, the sky in the UK, a country with gloomy weather most of the time, rarely became clear.

The sky is green and clear, with large white clouds floating in the sky.

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

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

Because there are new classes this semester, the third-year students are all looking at the curriculum to see what classes they should take.

Hermione frowned at her class schedule.

Her class schedule is different from others. It is densely packed with classes, with almost ten classes a day.

Harry glanced at nine o'clock, Divination, Muggle Studies, and Arithmancy.

It seems that Professor McGonagall has gone crazy and arranges classes for Hermione randomly.

No one can take three courses at the same time.

But Harry knew that if he took all the courses in the third grade, he would get a hidden item: a time turner. Of course, not everyone has this qualification. You must be so good 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, the only thing waiting for him would be Professor McGonagall talking to him and asking him to re-choose courses.

Time converter: can travel through time and use time multiple times.

That's right, such a powerful and heaven-defying item is only for Hermione to use for learning.

Presumably every family in the wizarding world has one of Thanos's Infinity Gauntlets, otherwise how could they be so extravagant?

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

That is to say, time is like running water. Even if you use it unlimited times, it will eventually flow away slowly and towards the sun of tomorrow.

Although Professor McGonagall asked Hermione not to tell others about the Time Turner, Hermione still wanted to tell him about it after seeing Harry's "confused and worried" look when he noticed her class schedule.

Well...actually this is just Hermione's own misunderstanding.

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

A small golden timer hangs on a small golden chain.

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

This thing is certainly powerful, but it has many limitations.

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

There is a great horror in this.

There have been cases in history where wizards 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?"

"This is not a big deal." Harry withdrew his gaze: "Although studying is a praiseworthy thing, I think you may be very tired. If studying no longer brings you happiness, but

It’s a heavy burden, so it’s better not to use it.”

Hermione nodded: "I want to give it a try first, but to be honest, when I first started choosing courses, I was really interested, but now that I see so many courses, I really have a headache."

At this moment, Hagrid walked into the auditorium.

He was wearing his long moleskin coat and absently shaking a dead polecat with one large hand.

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

He stopped walking to the staff table and said enthusiastically, "Come to my first class! It's the first class in the afternoon! I got up at five o'clock in the morning and got everything ready.

...But I'm still nervous, I hope the class goes well...I finally became a teacher...It's really..."

He smiled happily at Harry and continued towards the staff table, still holding the dead polecat in his hand.

"I wonder what he is preparing for?" Hermione said, with a hint of worry in her voice: "You know, his feelings about magical creatures are very different from ours."

Harry smiled softly and said, "This afternoon must have been a very smooth lesson."

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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. There is a staircase hanging from the ceiling. Students enter from bottom to top and stand on the floor of the classroom.

This is a strange classroom. It does not look like a classroom at all. It is not as bright as other classrooms. There is no blackboard, no podium, and no rows of neat tables. It is more like a mixture of an attic and an old-fashioned teahouse.

There were at least twenty small round tables crowded inside, surrounded by calico armchairs and bulging little futons.

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

It's so hot here that people can't breathe. Under the well-arranged mantelpiece, a fire is burning. There is a large copper teapot on it, exuding a strong and disgusting aroma.

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There are many shelves lined up along the circular wall, which are crowded with dirty quills, candle holders, many tattered playing cards, countless silver crystal balls and a lot of tea cups.

They tried their best to create a smoky, mysterious and mystical environment, but Harry only felt disgusted.

Harry didn't know whether Professor Trelawney was intentional or unintentional, but some of the knick-knacks on the cabinet had a slightly confusing effect.

In the shadows, a soft, slow, and unclear voice said: "Welcome to you. Today's meeting is what I expected. I know each of you very well."

"Okay, don't look surprised, sit down." Professor Trelawney walked into the firelight. She was very thin, and a pair of big glasses magnified her eyes several times their original size.

She wears a thin and transparent shawl decorated with many shiny metal pieces. There are countless beads and chains hanging on her thin and long neck. She also wears many bracelets and rings on her arms and hands. This makeup

, just like the goddess who pretends to be a god in the Muggle world.

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