Chapter 144 New Semester Class Schedule

"First of all, this semester, we have a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Professor Quirrell."

This professor with a weird headscarf was sitting on the teacher's seat, smiling and waving his hands to the little wizards, looking like he was weak and could be bullied.

"First-year students, please note that no students are allowed to enter the Forbidden Forest." As he said that, Principal Dumbledore looked at the twins and then at Robert, "I would also like to ask the students in the old class to pay attention to this."

Robert slapped his mouth, um, just pay attention, right?

"The administrator, Mr. Filch, asked me to remind everyone not to perform magic in the corridors during class breaks. The list of magic items that are prohibited from being used in the corridors has been posted on the notice boards in each common room. Interested students can check it out."

The twins showed meaningful expressions, and Robert knew that the battle of wits and courage with Mr. Filch in the new semester was about to begin.

"The review of Quidditch players will be held in the second week of this semester. Anyone who is interested in joining the Quidditch team please contact Ms. Huo Qi."

This has not changed.

"Finally, I must tell everyone." The expression on Principal Dumbledore's face became serious, and he seriously warned the students, "Anyone who does not want to suffer an accident and die in pain, please do not enter the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor."

There were scattered laughter in the auditorium, and some people seemed to think that the principal was joking.

"What's in the corridor on the fourth floor?" Hannah asked curiously, "The principal doesn't seem to be joking."

The little badgers shook their heads.

"Maybe the spirit world has opened?" Robert said casually, "It's the same as last year. Do you still remember? The one opened in Ravenclaw Tower."

The little badgers all showed a little scared expression.

"But it must not be the spirit world..." As if some unbearable memories were touched, Mr. Summers and Honey Badger looked sad, "That's too scary!"

Hannah wanted to ask something else, but she heard the principal speak again.

"Now, before everyone goes to bed, let's sing the school song together!" As soon as the principal finished speaking, countless ribbons emerged from his wand, twisting in the air and turning into lines of text.

On the teacher's seat, one by one, all the professors had stiff expressions, but they had no choice but to open their mouths and sing along.

Robert was fortunate enough to hear the "Funeral March" version of the school song, which was indeed extraordinary. When everyone else had finished singing, the twins were still singing loudly with their heads held high and their expressions solemn.

The corners of Professor McGonagall's mouth seemed to curl down, feeling that the twins would be dead in the Transfiguration class tomorrow morning.

If their class schedule is Transfiguration class tomorrow morning.

The only good thing was probably that Professor Snape's attention was completely attracted by Harry and did not notice the terrible noise of the twins. Otherwise, the two of them would have finished the Potions exam crying again this school year.

After the school song was sung, all students were finally allowed to leave the auditorium.

Truman became a prefect this year. He was carefully greeting the little badgers to the basement. His movements and expression were like a hen protecting her young.

"Have you finished all your summer homework?" Summers asked in a low voice, "I still don't understand one thing about the origin of the goblin rebellion, and I don't know if Mrs. Pince will allow me to go in and look for books tonight."

Mr. Honey Badger patted him on the shoulder, with a sad look on his face, "Man, don't think about it, Mrs. Pince will never let you borrow a book."

Summers said frustratedly, "Okay, I knew...hey, she's always so strict."

Cedric had already run away with the Ravenclaw eaglets. Summers' eyes fell on Robert and asked expectantly, "Robert, have you finished your homework? Can you lend it to me?" "

"Read it as you like, remember to return it to me before collecting the homework." Robert waved his hand, "I will get it to you in the dormitory later. But even if Mrs. Pince allows you to enter the library, you may not be able to borrow the book."

Summers asked strangely, "Why?"

Robert paused for a moment and then said, "Well, she has other things to do tonight. Didn't you see that the lights in the library were not turned on?"

Summers nodded in understanding.

In fact... when he was passing by the administrator's office just now, he saw Mr. Filch spraying perfume...

Robert discovered last semester that Mrs. Pince would occasionally lock the library door at night, and at that time, Mr. Filch would disappear from the Marauder's Map at the same time.

It could be a coincidence once or twice, but it's like this every time...

Then there must be something going on!

Mr. Filch's spring finally blooms at Hogwarts Castle.

It's really gratifying.

The freshmen were brought into the common room by their prefects. As expected, they let out exclamations one after another. After all the little wizards went to bed, their seniors gathered together.

"How did you choose your courses?" Summers held the arranged class schedule in his hand with a confused look on his face. "I didn't know that alchemy courses were really offered this year."

"...This matter was discussed at the end of last semester, so how did you choose it?" Robert looked at his class schedule, "Divination, Muggle Studies... why did you choose such useless classes?"

Summers' eyes widened, "Divination is not a useless course! It allows you to see the future!"

"..." Robert looked at Summers like he was an idiot, "Are you a fool? Do you think the future is static? When you see the future, the future has already changed, okay?"

Summers seemed to have never thought about this problem. He scratched his head, his tone full of confusion, "But those famous fortune tellers always predict something."

"for example?"

"For example, the Boy Who Lived!" Summers' eyes were bright. "I heard that someone predicted his existence! Only mysterious people will fail!"

to some extent……

He's right.

If Voldemort had not listened to that prophecy, he would not have gone to find the Potters, nor would he have been rebounded by Lily Potter's spell, lost his magic power, and been in a foreign land.

The false magician who made the prophecy is now in Hogwarts Castle, relying on her meager salary to buy all kinds of fancy items, and using intimidation to make the little wizards believe her prophecies are true.

"Although I don't deny your enthusiasm for chasing stars." Robert tried to calm down his mind, "but you have to know that divination may be the class that requires the most talent."

As he spoke, he lowered his voice and whispered, "A senior sister told me before that the Divination Professor at Hogwarts occasionally enters an ethereal state due to deep drunkenness. Only in that state can she make real... Prophecy, other times she is just making wild guesses.”