"You said, why is Hagrid's class postponed?" Ron asked his two friends at the Gryffindor table at dinner time on the first day of school.
"I don't know either." Harry said with some frustration. If nothing else, this afternoon's class should be Hagrid's "Protection of Magical Creatures", although to be honest, Harry is not very impressed with this class. interest, but out of encouragement to Hagrid, they still hope to go to his class as soon as possible to help him, because they know that Slytherin should be in class with Gryffindor, if they are not there, generous Hagrid said Not sure what it would be like to be bullied.
"Maybe it's a dementor." Hermione tentatively expressed her reasoning.
Harry couldn't help trembling, but still asked, "Hagrid met a dementor at school? Then we should hurry up and find Professor Dumbledore!"
The other Gryffindor students all turned to look at them, and there was no one who didn't fear and loathe that group of monsters.
"No, no, no." Hermione hastily denied, she didn't want to be accused of spreading rumors, and it would not be good news to deduct points as soon as school started.
"I mean..." Hermione tilted her head to recall, and then continued: "The magical creatures raised by Hagrid may have been affected by dementors." Since Harry was attacked by dementors, After that, she looked up the information on dementors in the first time she had free time.
"Dementors feed on happy emotions. Generally, only humans have complex emotions, so everyone will subconsciously think that their hunting targets are only humans. In most cases, this is indeed the case, because most animals' minds are somewhat confused. But there are exceptions." Hermione glanced at the dedicated students around her, and even a few Ravenclaw students raised their heads, she couldn't help but feel a little proud, and then said in a higher tone: "Some animals The thinking is close to that of a wizard, but the level of intelligence is relatively low, so it is also possible to be used as food by dementors."
"The creatures that Hagrid raises are really likely to suffer." Harry murmured. He had a deep understanding of Hagrid's strange creatures, but he had to admit that those creatures were indeed very spiritual.
"Yes." Hermione nodded. Those dementors were also stationed in the Forbidden Forest. It was normal for Hagrid's creatures to be affected.
"Look at my poor Scabber, it must have been affected too, he's lost weight again." Ron glanced at his pet curled up under the table, and felt distressed again. In his opinion, his mouse is very spiritual .
"Crookshanks' condition is not very good." Resting her cheeks, Hermione looked at the sumptuous meal in front of her and didn't have any appetite. Her big ginger cat was also very clever, and half of the kittens The blood of the son, can instinctively distinguish between good and evil.
"Don't mention your fat cat?" Ron said with some disgust, he keenly felt that Banban shivered in fear after hearing the name of the cat.
"It's called Crookshanks, not Fat Cat." Hermione said word by word, with a very serious expression, she hoped that her friends would recognize her pet, but this wish seemed hard to come true.
"I don't care about this kind of problem, I just hope you can lock your cat in the dormitory well." Ron's tone became harsh, and the relationship that had been slightly eased before seemed to be cracked again.
"You don't have to worry about that." Hermione said angrily.
"Professor Trelawney is right. Some people are born with a bad aura. I guess that cat, like its owner, is not smart enough to be seen by a dementor." Ron also went up. I just turned up what Professor Trelawney said in the morning divination class. Ron, who was not as good as Hermione in learning, felt that only in this aspect could he have a slight advantage.
Seeing that the smell of gunpowder was getting stronger and stronger, Harry hurriedly kicked Ron under the table, not to mention who was right and who was wrong for this incident, Ron has indeed done too much now, even Professor McGonagall is right Professor Trelawney sneered at the course, but Ron still used it to attack Hermione, not to mention that they were still good friends, and the hurtful things said by people who cared would always leave deeper scars in their hearts.
"Go ahead and take this kind of useless class. Compared with my Arithmetic and Divination class, this class is even worse than rubbish." Hermione's chest rose and fell sharply, and her face was flushed, obviously because of Ron's words. Frustrated with a few words, he immediately retorted, and slammed the knife and fork in his hand onto the table with such force that the table shook a few times, and the minced meat and carrots on the plate Fly all over the place.
"Is my aura wrong?" Hermione repeated Ron's words in a seemingly questioning tone.
At this time, she was very angry, and her usually calm mind also became hot.
"Then let me, who has a wrong aura, make a prophecy for our Mr. Ron Weasley." Hermione amplified her voice, "You, red-haired boy, tomorrow will be bloody!" Hermione leaned on the table and stared at Ron closely, imitating Professor Trelawney's low tone.
This is actually more of a curse than a prophecy.
Then Hermione grabbed her schoolbag and walked out of the auditorium without looking back.
"She was crying." Harry stared blankly at Hermione's back, saw her walking quickly while raising the long sleeve of her right hand, he guessed it was Hermione wiping the tears from the corner of her eyes.
"It seems that I will definitely have good luck tomorrow." Ron frowned, but he still forced himself to laugh. He bumped Harry with his arm: "Harry, do you think so?"
Harry had no expression on his face. He didn't think Ron would really be lucky at all. (Important notice on this site: Please use the free novel app on this site, no ads, no errors, fast update, member synchronization bookshelf, please follow the WeChat public account ggyy12221 (press and hold for three seconds to copy) to download the novel client!