Chapter 179

After the third grade, with the elective courses, the little lions suddenly found that their previous relaxed class time no longer existed, and they could feel the burden on their shoulders became heavier.

While eating breakfast in the hall.

Ron took out the class schedule that Percy handed out last night. Because he didn’t want to be separated from Harry, he chose the same elective courses as Harry, but when he saw the densely packed courses on it, his facial features wrinkled together, and he squeezed out a wail from his throat:”It’s only the first day of school, and we have to take so many classes? Spare me some time.”

There are three classes in the morning, and then after lunch at noon, there is no time for a lunch break, and then there are three classes waiting for them in the afternoon.

“We only chose three subjects, but Hermione chose all of them.” Harry cut a piece of steak and put it in his mouth.

Ron leaned over to look at Hermione’s schedule, compared it with his own, frowned and said,”Strange, Hermione, why are your classes repeated? How do you go to class?” In the first class, everyone was doing Divination.

But in Hermione’s schedule, there was a slash after Divination, marking another Arithmancy class at the same time.

“”How did Professor McGonagall arrange it for you?” Harry asked calmly.

Hermione dared to make such a choice, probably with the help of Professor McGonagall.

Hermione stood up after breakfast, packed her schoolbag and said with a smile:”It’s a secret, she and I have a verbal agreement, and I must not tell anyone else.”

“”Can’t you even tell us?” Ron muttered. They are best friends.

Hermione shook her head:”Well, if people know about this thing, it will become ineffective. It’s quite dangerous.”

Harry nodded and didn’t ask any more questions.

He was not that curious. He just wanted to know that Hermione had her own arrangements.

After breakfast, Hermione did not go to the Divination classroom with them, but went to Arithmancy. Ron looked at her leaving:”No matter how I think about it, I don’t know that she should take two courses at the same time.”

Harry didn’t dwell on this question. The two of them headed for the top of the North Tower. They hadn’t been there for two years. Harry had the ability to see through the earth and knew clearly where the classrooms were. It was just that waiting for those long stairs was a bit troublesome.

After all, the stairs in Hogwarts would move, and they had to wait for them to move to the right position before they could move on.

In the middle, they encountered Peeves teasing the students passing by. Harry glanced at him, and Peeves screamed and quickly escaped through the wall.

Harry was very interested in Peeves.

It was different from other ghosts. It had a physical body and could touch real objects, but like other ghosts, it could make its body virtual.

It was amazing.

But Harry didn’t have time to catch it and study it now.

There were many courses, various confinements, and he had to greet those wild eight-eyed spiders at night.

His time was always full.

Maybe by the time… One day, his strength was enough to guarantee his safety, and he had time to study knowledge in other fields.

On the way, they also met Sir Cadogan, a very annoying portrait, who insisted on dueling with Harry.

Harry, who was annoyed by the noise, took out his wand and used the Undead Killer with little power. The moment the golden light touched Sir Cadogan, he seemed to be half burned by fire. He screamed and ran away quickly.

This guy thought that he was a portrait and others could do nothing to him.

He had to let Harry show him some color before he felt at ease.

In this regard, Harry could only say, what a bastard.

At the end of the stairs, there was a platform.

When Harry and Ron arrived, many students had already gathered here, but the strange thing was that there was not even a door on the walls around here. There was only a round trap door on the ceiling, and a brass plate was inlaid on it.

“Sybill Trelawney, Divination Professor. Ron followed Harry’s gaze and read the words on the copper plate.

“So how do we get up there?” Ron frowned, somewhat puzzled.

He saw some students jumping around, trying to pull the brass plate, but after trying twice they knew it was impossible.

A Ravenclaw student took out his wand and cast an opening spell on the round trapdoor, but it had no effect, and a counter-spell was cast on the door.

“Do you want us to fly up and pull it apart?”

“Don’t you need a broom?”

The students looked embarrassed. No one would carry a broom with them, and generally only Quidditch players would bring a broom to school.

Just as the students were chattering about how to open the door to enter the classroom, the trapdoor suddenly opened, and a silver staircase extended out, slowly descending without making any sound, and gently placed in the center of the crowd.

For this magical thing, the third-year students gave a thumbs up, sighing that this way of entering the door was a bit novel, but their expressions did not fluctuate much.

Such things are too common for the wizarding world……….

Everyone lined up consciously and climbed up one by one……….

There were many strange rooms in Hogwarts, but this one was different from the empty classrooms Harry had seen. It was even completely different. Instead, it looked like a pavilion or an old-fashioned tea shop.

There were more than twenty small round tables, closely packed and crowded together. Next to each table was a small armchair with a small thick round cushion.

All of this was tightly covered by the rich and dark crimson light. The curtains on the windows were all lowered without exception, and many table lamps were also covered tightly with crimson scarves.

The flames jumped and cheered on the crowded mantel. When a copper kettle was heated, a very strong, stomach-churning perfume smell drifted out unscrupulously.

At the end of the classroom, on the round wall, there was a row of shelves embedded with many candles, feather pens, playing cards, crystal balls, and tea cups that seemed to fill the atmosphere.

Harry and Ron found a table and sat down together.

The other little wizards looked around, craning their necks to look for the professor.

The class time had arrived, but the professor had not yet shown up. This was the first time except for Lockhart.

Damn, this professor would not be as unreliable as Lockhart.

After experiencing Lockhart’s special education, every student had a disgusted mentality towards this kind of professor.

No one wanted to waste 3.6 hours of a class, or have to keep praising the professor in class.

Suddenly, a soft, unclear voice full of the unique charm of a fortune teller came:”Welcome, my lovely little wizards, I finally see you in this mortal world.”

Harry’s mouth curled up, fortune tellers all love to play tricks.

In the shadow beside the fireplace, a figure slowly walked out.

Professor Trelawney was really”eye-catching”. She was extremely skinny and small, and her body was covered with various jewelry weighing at least five or six kilograms. Against the backdrop of her thin body, these jewelry looked particularly prominent.

Harry had seen her once when he and Dumbledore inspected the professor’s office last year. At that time, this fortune teller left a deep impression on him.

She smiled and waved her hands enthusiastically, inviting those students who had not found a seat to sit down quickly..