The Plane Merchant of Hogwarts

When Rolfe came to his senses, there was no one around him, only Malfoy sat there bored, but his neck looked towards the crowds gathered.

"'Ominous', my dear,'Ominous'!" Professor Trelawney shouted loudly, causing Rolf, who had just come back to his senses, to look there involuntarily.

"The big ghost-like dog wandering in the cemetery! My dear child, this is a bad omen - the worst omen - the sign of death!"

Seeing that Rolf was finally no longer dazed, Malfoy quickly said in surprise: "It's great, you finally woke up. I'm still afraid that you are too obvious here. Let's go and take a look!"

Rolf nodded after hearing this and stood up with him.

This is why Rolf wants to steal the divination spell model, because Professor Trelawney is almost able to predict accurately, but the interpretation angle is problematic, making it difficult for people to think of the content of her prediction.

Rolf guessed that this was the reason why "the law cannot be passed on lightly". If the result of divination can be spread at will, wouldn't the world be in chaos?

He guessed that only those who can understand her hints could truly understand the prophecies of the future.

"I think we'll end this class today," Professor Trelawney in the crowd suddenly said before Rolf and the others came over to see it.

She spoke slowly in her most vague voice, "Please pack your things,"

The whole class silently returned the teacup to Professor Trelawney, closed the book, and packed up his schoolbag.

"Before we meet again," Professor Trelawney said weakly, as if the divination just now had consumed a lot of her physical strength?

"Good luck to everyone, oh by the way, dear," she pointed at Neville, "You will be late for the next class, so remember to work extra to catch up with everyone."

Harry walked down Professor Trelawney's stairs and spiral stairs without saying a word. Rolf and the others followed him, and didn't know how to comfort him. After all, no one would feel very happy after hearing this.

good.

But Rolf is in a good mood because the spell model he has always dreamed of finally getting it.

He estimated that in the past few days, he would be able to break through the shackles of level one and become a relatively powerful second-level wizard, and then there would be two more magic positions.

Divination skills must first have a name, and you have to use an upgrade card to upgrade it. He doesn't want to be a charlatan in the eyes of others + his brain is sick.

Another spell model was not considered well. I thought the traceless stretching spell was useless, but I wonder if there would be any changes after using the upgrade card?

However, my attack methods are a bit too weak, so I can only use Qingshui Ruquan, a witchcraft with attack power.

The divination technique and the traceless stretching spell obviously have no attack power, so he was still hesitating whether to engrave this spell model.

He opened his lottery system for a long time, and looked at the draw experience of nearly 5,000, and he felt extremely satisfied.

I don’t know what the property of hoarding food is like. It’s obvious that there is no problem with smoking a few times a week, but Rolf still saves as much as he can, and finally got two upgrade cards experience.

During lunch, Rolf saw from a distance that Harry was not in a good mood. He seemed to have lost his soul since the divination was over.

Just as Rolf was about to come forward to ask Harry how he was doing, Hermione suddenly stood up in extreme anger and threw the arithmetic divination book onto the table.

The movement was so heavy that the minced meat and carrot foam on the long table were blown away by it.

"If good grades in divination mean that I have to pretend to see the signs of death in a bunch of tea residue, then I might not have learned this course yet! Compared with my arithmetic divination class, this course

It's totally trash!"

After saying that, she grabbed her schoolbag and left.

Rolf sat down in the seat that Hermione had just released, and asked, "What's wrong with you...?"

"What is she talking about?" Ron said affectionately, "her arithmetic divination class has not yet begun."

It's great, it seems that they are quarreling again. Rolf did not pay attention to the indignant Ron, but said to Harry: "What the hell is wrong?"

"Rolph...that black dog! I've seen that black dog! The night I left Dursley's house..." Harry said in fear, as if he was about to die.

"It's okay," Rolf took out a bottle of Coke and handed it to Harry. After all, this year, he would encounter dementors at any time. He prepared many must-haves for fat guys in the warehouse!

"Don't worry, Harry, you might be able to interpret Professor Trelawney's words on the other hand. The ghostly-like dog wandering in the cemetery may be the guardian of you?" Rolfe tried hard

Reducing Khalid's panic.

Harry was still a little panicked, but Rolf's words played some role. Black dog was a bad omen, but that was just what the book said. Maybe the professor had nothing to say?

The rain had stopped yesterday, the sky was clear and light gray. After lunch, they walked out of the castle and stepped on the soft and wet grass under their feet. They went to the first magical biology class to protect.

Ron and Hermione stopped talking to each other, as if they were enemies, and they were really two elementary school students.

Harry walked silently beside Rolf and Malfoy, who were walking down the slope to the cottage in Shanghai by the Forbidden Forest.

"What's wrong with them?" Malfoy asked curiously. Harry was spreading his hands. He couldn't say that they had a big fight because of their prophecy, right?

Hagrid was waiting for his students by the door of the cottage. He was still wearing a mole-skin coat, and the hunting dog was at his feet, as if anxious to set off.

"Come on, hurry up!" he shouted excitedly, the students had approached. "Today there are good things to treat you! A wonderful lesson is coming soon! Are you all here? OK,

Come with me!"

There was a moment of uncomfortable moment, and everyone thought Hagrid was going to lead them into the woods. Rolf instantly remembered the experience of meeting a unicorn in the woods, which made him unforgettable for his life.

However, Hagrid led only along the edge of the forest, and after five minutes they were already outside a paddock-like place where there was nothing.

"Everyone comes to this fence!" he shouted, "That's right, stand where you can see it.

Now, the first thing you have to do is open the book!”

"But, how do you open it?" Ron hurriedly reached out to ask.

"Hmm? Is there any problem?" Hager said.

"How do we open the book?" Ron said again. He took out his book "The Monsters' Book of Monsters", but he bought a new book at a high price. After all, my brothers would not have used this book before.

Book.

It was being tied tightly by a rope, for fear that it would open its terrifying mouth.

Others also took out books, some, like Ron, tied up their books, others put them in a solid bag or clamped them with big clips, the same

There is nothing to do with them.