Hogwarts Everything is Three

If you ask what is the most popular class among the little witches at Hogwarts, then of course it is the divination class.

The newly-appointed divination professor of Hogwarts Dumbledore, the horseman Ferenze, has successfully attracted many little witches with his pale blond hair, amazing blue eyes, a little melancholy mysterious temperament and beautiful face. Interest of this course.

In the Gryffindor common room.

"I dare say, you must think that fortune-telling is the most attractive class now, isn't it, Hermione?" Indian girl Parvati Petil asked her roommate Miss Knower with a triumphant smile .

"It's really strange," Hermione said lightly while reading the Daily Prophet, "but Umbridge won't compromise so easily. Her dominance has just begun."

"You mean she will drive away Professor Firenze?!" Lavender Bran yelled into her throat in horror.

"I don't know what she will do, but remember what I said. Dumbledore appointed a new teacher without consulting her. She will retaliate," Hermione closed the newspaper and said, "Not to mention Firenze The professor is another horseman. When Umbridge saw Firenze, you saw the expression on her face."

"No! She has driven away Professor Traorini, and can no longer drive away my handsome Professor Ma." Parvati clenched his fists and said firmly.

"Anyway, don't be too happy too early." Hermione said coldly. "By the way, I think the departure of Trelawney makes you two sad, right?"

"It's very sad!" Lavender said affirmatively to her, "but we think she is now the host of the new fortune telling show on Harris TV, which is much more popular and beautiful than being a professor at Hogwarts. Much. We also mailed her a few magical daffodils-some beautiful daffodils, not the ones Sprout would call."

Harry also likes Horseman Firenze as his new professor, not only because of their encounters and conversations in the forbidden forest, but also because he no longer has to worry about weaving some daily disasters and accidents.

"Insignificant injuries, trivial accidents for humans," Firenze said, his hooves humming on the mossy floor. "Compared with the vast universe, these things are like crawling ants. It’s just as insignificant and unaffected by planetary movements."

Harry was impressed by the horseman's divination that Firenze revealed next.

"We observe the sky and pay attention to the important trends of disasters or changes. Sometimes the sky will mark these trends. It may take ten years to confirm what we see."

Firenze pointed to the red star directly above the classroom.

"In the past ten years, there have been various signs that people in the wizarding world are only spending a brief period of peace between the two wars. The sparks that can bring war are shining brightly above us, indicating that it will be certain in the near future. War is about to break out again. As for how long it will be, the horsemen may be able to predict by burning several herbs and leaves, by observing smoke and flames..."

Durmstrand, Allen sat by the burning fireplace reading a magic book borrowed from Durmstrand, the imprint on his hand was hot, and Lucius Malfoy sent a letter, Allen With frowning, Voldemort and his Death Eaters are going to Azkaban to robbery, and this incident should have happened after Christmas. It seems that the expansion of the Auror team has put a lot of pressure on Voldemort. He can't wait I also want to restore my team.

Allen put down the magic book, stood up, and walked in the room thinking that the Harris family did not have to get involved in this matter prematurely, anyway, the current Azkaban is in charge of the dementors, and The dementors belong to Fudge's jurisdiction, and the escape of the Death Eaters will not damage the interests of the Harris family.

Allen froze, and quickly responded to Lucius through the impression of perception-let him act according to Voldemort's arrangements, and Harris would not act.

Sitting back in the chair again, picked up the magic book, Allen looked at Luna who was sitting next to him, but Luna had already lowered her head and fiddled with the beer cork in her hand.

Allen found that Luna would always peek at him today, and she would occasionally show embarrassment in her expression. Is she also for a blood oath? Thinking of this, Allen couldn't help feeling a little excited.

Lucius Malfoy, who was surrounded by a black magic robe, clenched his hands tightly, and his hand under the robe quietly pressed his hot perception imprint. He felt relieved when he received Alan’s message, although his success last time was The master recruited the giant to make his life in the Death Eaters a little easier, and he regained some trust. But if the master’s secret actions like this are detected by the Ministry of Magic, he will surely investigate the ghosts, and then he is in danger. Last time, despite his warning, he insisted on staying and attacking Hagrid and McNeill. The master’s punishing situation is still true. At present, he who has lost the trust of his master will now be cruelly treated by some favored Death Eaters. But now that it is completely in accordance with the master's command line, there is no difficulty for him.

"Hey, Lucius, you will be behind me when I go to fight in Azkaban." Rudolph Lestrange, who described the hagginess, walked to Lucius's side and said. Due to the torment in Azkaban all the year round, Rudolphs still did not recover after nearly a year of recuperation, but he also vaguely recovered a little bit of the **** style when he was the chief chaser of Slytherin.

Suddenly he stood on tiptoe and hit Lucius's shoulder with his shoulder. Lucius, who was guilty in conscience, turned pale with fright.

"For so many years, you are still so timid, don't worry, I will make you safe, not to mention the master has persuaded the dementors and secretly reached a deal with them." Rudolphs showed a consistent sarcasm. Lulu, he raised his chin, turned his wand flexibly with his fingers, and instantly pulled out several tricks with the flames from the tip of the wand.

"Rudolphs, the speed of your right hand swing is the fastest among everyone I've seen except the master, but please don't burn things this time." Lucius nodded slightly, complimenting the Death Eater before him. A few sentences.

That night, at Hogwarts, coming out of the common room, Harry opened the door of the dormitory and just stepped inside, his head hurting like it was cut open. He doesn't know where he is, standing or lying down, or even his name...

Crazy laughter echoed in his ears... He hadn't been so happy for a long time... Excited, ecstatic, overwhelmed... A big good thing happened...

Harry lay on the ground, panting, staring at the ceiling, the scar on his forehead beating horribly.

The headline of the "Daily Prophet" posted on the bulletin board the next day seemed to be evidence of Firenze's prediction. Dozens of black-and-white photos occupy the front page, but both men and women look very hideous~www.NovelMTL.com~ Some are laughing silently, and some are arrogantly tapping the sides of their photos with their fingers. Each photo bet has the name and the crime of being imprisoned in Azkaban.

Neville stood in front of the bulletin board with a pale face. He looked at the only witch in the "Daily Prophet"-Bellatrix Lestrange, with her long black hair in the photo. Looking disheveled, her eyes under her thick eyelids stared at him, a haughty, contemptuous smile appeared on her thin lips, and Neville clenched the wand in her hand.

"Neville?" Harry walked to Neville Longbottom who had been standing in front of the bulletin board for a long time.

Neville frowned and stared at the wanted man in the newspaper, his voice full of sadness: "Fourteen years ago, this Death Eater named Bellatrix Lestrange...they were cruel. Rudolphs Lestrange’s curse was surprisingly accurate, and Bellatrix Lestrange, the cruelest and craziest witch, they used a heartbreaking curse on my parents, thinking I tried my best to torture them, trying to get information... but they never gave in."

Neville suddenly turned his head to look at Harry: "I'm proud of being their son, but I'm not sure, except for Flig and you, I'm not ready to let others know about this."

"We will all make our parents proud, I assure you." Harry looked at the wanted man in the newspaper, his eyes firm.

Harry had already met this woman in the newspaper-Bellatrix Lestrange, she ran out last year, and Harry saw it in the cemetery during the Goblet of Fire She even rushed to contribute one of her palms to the resurrection ceremony of Voldemort. It seemed that Fudge was planning to announce the unfavorable mistakes made by Azkaban guard at the Ministry of Magic last year and this time, Harry thought with disdain.