The Plane Merchant of Hogwarts

"Ron! Even if my course schedule is a little full, what does it have to do with you?" Rolf said when he first entered the restaurant, he heard Hermione ask sternly.

"I tell you that I have completely agreed with Professor McGonagall, and I don't need your advice either! I have my own solution!"

Just as Hermione wanted to continue saying something, Hagrid walked into the hall, wearing a mole-skin coat, absent-mindedly waving a dead polecat.

Looking at him, he seemed a little nervous. After saying something to Harry and the others, he grinned at them, then walked towards the teacher's table, still waving the dead polecat.

It seems that I got some comfort from the trio.

Since elective courses are arranged according to the students' selection, the number of students per class is not very large. After all, no one will choose all courses like Hermione.

Therefore, these elective courses were taken together by the four academies. Rolf checked his course schedule while preparing to attend the first class. The auditorium began to be vacant because of the departure of the wizards.

"Let's go quickly. I heard that divination has to be taught on the top of the North Tower. That's too far. We'll have to walk at least ten minutes to get there." Malfoy urged Rolf to go quickly, while he was with Harry and the others.

Complaint.

After all, the other three Gryffindors are used to climbing the eighth floor, and Malfoy and Rolfe will not climb the stairs and play with nothing.

The journey from the castle to the North Tower is really far. Although the little wizards have been in Hogwarts for two years, they are still not familiar with everything about the castle. After all, they have never taken classes in the North Tower before.

"There will be...there are...the shortcuts..." Ron said panting. Judging from his appearance, it was so useless to climb Gryffindor's stairs?

At this time, they were climbing the eighth floor stairs and came to a strange platform where there was nothing, just a large painting hanging on the stone wall, and the picture was a grassland.

"I think I should go here." Hermione said, looking at the passage on the right, but since no one has been here, they are facing the problem of getting lost.

Just as Hermione and Ron were arguing about the direction, Rolf, Harry and Malfoy stood in front of a picture and looked at it with relish:

It was a fat, fat pony with dark gray marks. He had just jumped onto the grass calmly and easily, eating grass as if nothing had happened.

They are already familiar with the things in the Hogwarts pictures and visiting each other after leaving the frame, but they are always willing to observe them, after all, this is a very interesting thing.

After a while, a short and fat knight in armor entered the screen with a clanging sound and began to look for his short horse.

Judging from the grass stains stained on his metal knees, he just fell off his horse.

"Ahh!" he shouted, seeing Rolf, Harry and Malfoy, "Who is the villain who dares to break into my private territory? Do you actually ridiculed my accidental wrestling? Draw your sword, you

These rogues! Dog stuff!"

They were surprised to see the little knight pulling his sword out of his sheath, and began to wield violently, and jumping up and down with his rage.

Rolf suddenly remembered a sentence that suited him very well: a manipulation is as fierce as a tiger, and a rating of 0-5 was seen.

Maybe the sword was too long for him, and a particularly large move made him lose balance, so he fell face to the grass.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked awkwardly, but he couldn't help him through the painting, so he could only ask politely.

"Go back, you dirty brag! Go, you hooligan!" The knight in the portrait mocked mercilessly. This is really an unfriendly portrait.

The knight grabbed the sword again and supported himself to get up with the sword, but the sword was penetrated deeply into the grass. Although he used all his strength to pull it out, he couldn't pull it out.

Finally, he had to sit on the grass again with a puff, push the face armor up, and wipe his sweaty face.

"Listen," Harry said while the Knight was exhausted, "we're looking for the North Tower. You don't know how to go, right?"

"Look!" After hearing Harry's doubts, the Knight seemed to be completely gone immediately. He stood up and shouted:

"Come on, follow me, dear friends, we will find our target, or we will die bravely in the charge!"

He went to draw the sword again, but still failed. He wanted to step on the fat pony, but he didn't get what he wanted, so he had to shout:

"Then let's take a hike, gentlemen and this lady, go forward! Go forward!" So he ran to the left of the frame with a clang, and then disappeared.

They hurriedly followed him along the corridor, following his clanging sound, and from time to time they saw him running past a painting in front.

"Be brave, there's something worse ahead!" the knights shouted, and they saw him appear again in front of a group of frightened women in lining skirts, their portraits hanging from a narrow spiral staircase

on the wall.

They gasped for breath, fearing that they would lose the funny little knight, and they climbed the steeply rotating stairs.

Although Rolf's physical fitness is already very good, he doesn't care about dizziness. He only feels he feels more and more dizzy.

Fortunately, everything was over, and finally they heard the buzzing voices above their heads and knew that they had arrived in the classroom.

"Goodbye!" cried the knight, putting his head into a picture, which contained several monks who looked sinister and evil.

"Goodbye, my comrades! If you need noble hearts and steely muscles, don't forget to call me Sir Kadogan!"

"Yeah, we'll call you," Ron mumbled, when the Knight disappeared, "if we need any lunatic."

They climbed the last few stairs and climbed a small platform, where most of the people in this class were concentrated, waiting for class.

There was no door on the stairs platform, and Malfoy pointed to the ceiling mysteriously, where there was a round trap door and a bronze medal on it.

"Sibil Trelawney, divination teacher." Harry read along his finger, "How can we get up? Do we have to ride a broom?"

As if answering his question, the trap door suddenly opened, and a silver ladder was placed at Harry's feet, and everyone was quiet.

The little wizards lined up and walked up carefully, and he came to the weirdest classroom he had never seen before.

In fact, this is not a classroom at all, but rather a mixture of attic and old-fashioned teahouses, with at least twenty small round tables crammed into this classroom.

Each table is surrounded by Indian calico armchairs and bulging cushions, and everything is illuminated by a dim scarlet light.

The curtains were drawn, and many of the lamps were covered with dark red lampshades. The classroom was so warm that it was depressing, the fireplace was filled with a large copper pot burning on the fire.

A dull, greasy fragrance emanates from the flames, making people feel greasy after smelling it.

The round walls are surrounded by shelves, covered with dusty feathers, candle heads, shabby playing cards, countless silver crystal balls and a large pile of tea sets.

Maybe it is only from these things that we can tell that this is a divination classroom, right?