The Plane Merchant of Hogwarts

Chapter 144 A panicked Harry

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When Rolf came back to his senses, there was no one around him. Only Malfoy was sitting there bored, but he strained his neck to look in the direction of the crowd.

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

"That big ghostly dog ​​that roams the cemetery, my dear child, is the worst omen of death."

Seeing that Rolf was finally no longer in a daze, Malfoy said in surprise: "Great, you're finally awake. I was worried that you were too obvious here, so 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 can predict almost accurately, but there is a problem with the angle of interpretation, which makes it difficult for people to think of the content of her language.

Rolf guessed that this was the reason why "the law should not be passed lightly". If the results of divination could be spread casually, wouldn't the world be in chaos?

He estimated that only those who could understand her hints could truly understand the predictions of the future.

"I think today's class will end here," Professor Trelawney in the crowd suddenly said before Rolf and the others could go over to take a closer look.

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

The entire class silently returned the tea cups to Professor Trelawney, closed their books, and packed their bags.

"Until we meet again," Professor Trelawney said weakly, as if the divination she had just taken had consumed a lot of her energy.

"Good luck to everyone, and by the way, honey," she pointed at Neville, "you'll be late for your next class, so remember to work extra hard to catch up with everyone."

Harry walked down Professor Trelawney's stairs and the spiral staircase without saying a word. Rolf and the others followed behind, not knowing how to comfort him. After all, no one would be in a good mood after hearing such a thing. good.

But Rolf was still in a good mood, because he finally got the spell model he had dreamed of.

He estimated that in the next few days, he would be able to break through the shackles of the first level and become a relatively powerful second level wizard, and then he would have two more spell slots.

The divination technique must first have a name, and it must be upgraded with an upgrade card. He doesn't want to become a magician in the eyes of others and has a sick mind.

Another spell model I didn’t think well about. I thought the Seamless Stretch Spell was useless before, but I don’t know if there will be any changes after using the upgrade card.

However, my attack methods are a bit too weak, and I only have the sorcery of Qingshui Ruquan that can be considered as having offensive power.

Divination and Traceless Stretch Spell obviously had no offensive power, so he was still hesitant to engrave this spell model.

He opened his lottery system for the first time in a long time. Looking at the nearly 5000 lottery experience there, he felt extremely satisfied.

I don’t know what the attribute of this kind of food hoarding is about. It’s obviously no problem to draw it a few times a week, but Rolf was still able to save some money and finally got the experience of two upgrade cards.

During lunch, Rolf saw from a distance that Harry seemed to be in a bad mood. He seemed to have lost his soul since the divination get out of class ended.

Just when Rolf was about to step forward to ask how Harry was doing, Hermione suddenly stood up extremely angrily and slammed the arithmetic divination book onto the table.

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

"If doing well in divination means that I have to pretend to see the omen of death in a ball of tea leaves, then I'm not ready to stop taking this class. Compared with my arithmetic divination class, this class is completely different. It’s rubbish”

After saying that, she grabbed her schoolbag and left.

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

"What is she talking about?" Ron said affectionately and excitedly, "Her arithmetic divination class hasn't started yet."

Well done, it looked like they were quarreling again. Rolf didn't respond to the aggrieved Ron, but said to Harry: "What's going on?"

"Rolf, that black dog. I saw that black dog the night I left the Dursleys'" Harry said with some fear, as if he was really about to die.

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

"Don't worry, Harry, you may be able to interpret Professor Trelawney's words from another aspect. The big ghostly dog ​​wandering in the cemetery may be your guardian." Rolf tried to lower his voice. Khalid panicked.

Harry was still a little panicked, but Rolf's words had some effect. Black dogs were a bad omen, but that was just what the book said. Maybe the professor had more to say.

Yesterday's rain had stopped, and the sky was clear and light gray. After lunch, they walked out of the castle, stepping on the soft and wet grass under their feet, and went to their first Care of Magical Creatures lesson.

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

Harry walked silently beside Rolf and Malfoy as they descended the slope to Hagrid's hut on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

"What's wrong with them?" Malfoy approached Harry curiously and asked.Harry was showing his hands. It can't be said that they had a big quarrel because of his prophecy.

Hagrid was waiting for his students by the door of the hut. He was still wearing his moleskin coat and his hunting dog Fang was at his feet. He seemed eager to start.

"Come on, come on, come on," he shouted excitedly, as the students were already approaching. "I have something good for you today. I'm going to have an exciting lesson soon. Is everyone here? Okay, come with me."

For an uncomfortable moment, everyone thought that Hagrid was going to lead them into the woods. Rolf suddenly remembered his previous experience of encountering a unicorn in the woods, which was enough to make him unforgettable for the rest of his life.

However, Hagrid only led them along the edge of the forest. Five minutes later, they were already outside a paddock-like place with nothing there.

“Everyone, come to this fence,” he shouted, “That’s right, stand where you can see me.

Now, the first thing you have to do is open the book."

"But, how to open it?" Ron quickly reached out and asked.

"Well what's the problem?" Hagrid said.

"How do we open the book?" Ron said again.He took out his Monster Book of Monsters. This book was a new one that he spent a lot of money to buy. After all, his brothers had never used this book before.

It was being tied tightly with a rope, lest it open its terrifying mouth.

Others also took out books, some, like Ron, tied up their books, others put the book in a strong bag or clamped it with a large clip, and again Nothing can be done about them.

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