The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

The first period on Tuesday morning was Care of Fantastic Beasts class, and Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff attended together, so Granger, who had read the class schedule last night, was still on time.

The class took place on the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest. Hagrid was worthy of being the guardian of the Forbidden Forest. Having learned from the past, Hagrid decided to let the students line up one by one to bow to the Hippogriff.

But it's a pity that in terms of appearance, the Hippogriff is a little worse than the Griffon.

But generally speaking, it was pretty good, at least when Buckbeak lifted Cyrus into the air with eagle-like wings, he was still very comfortable.

Quick and steady!

Mr. Newt, on the other hand, is interested in Stitch of Cyrus, because he saw the blue dog with three hands for the first time.

".....this is the first time I don't want to study so much." After lunch, Granger was sitting in the club, struggling to deal with work that didn't belong to her, "What classes do you have in the afternoon?"

Granger was wearing her plain school robes, but the sweater shirt and bow tie were replaced with Ravenclaw blue, and she looked at Cyrus very displeased.

Because Buckbeak let Cyrus ride instead of her? !

'Why?Just because Buckbeak did his thing? ' Granger remembered the respect he had for any magical creature.

"In addition to the herbal medicine class... we will have a divination class and ancient runes together." Cyrus glanced at the crowded class schedule, except for the lighter Friday, there are almost five classes every day.

At this moment, Padma suddenly embraced Granger from behind, and she asked next to the girl's ear, "Did you quarrel with the little angel?"

"Arguing? No..."

"Hmph...no! You guys are definitely fighting!!" Lisa also posted on her other side, "I realized that you haven't held hands recently~ What, is there any school girl?"

Lisa was very righteous and indignant. She had already discovered that after the start of school this year, the president and vice president rarely get tired of being together. She has a problem with that Luna junior!

Invite them as guests at every turn...problem! !

'Holding...holding hands?What kind of friend is this! ! Granger's ears warmed up instantly, and she glared at Cyrus for cheating on her.

Still say we are friends?What serious friends would hold hands every day?Still in public...

"Wh... what, I'm going to class first, I don't understand what you're talking about at all." Scared by his roommate, Granger packed his schoolbag in a hurry, got up and pulled Cyrus away.

After going out to the corridor, Granger couldn't help punching him.

"fraud!"

"What's wrong with me?" Cyrus was a little puzzled.

"You lied to me that the Hermione of this world is your friend?!"

"Yeah, that's right... Hermione and I are indeed friends"

"What kind of friends...would hold hands every day!" Granger stammered, apparently the truth had a huge impact on her, "I just said that those people looked at me so strangely."

But Cyrus just touched the tip of his nose, habitually threw a hard candy into his mouth, and said, "It's a friend, it's just a boyfriend..."

"You...you...this is puppy love!" Granger looked around the crowd, tiptoed, and lowered his voice.

"Ahem...Actually, Hermione is sticking to me..." Cyrus didn't panic at all, and said what he didn't dare to say before, "It was you in this world who chased me first..."

After speaking, he immediately quickened his pace, Granger stared at him dumbfounded, she chased him first?Who believes it? !

Granger seemed to be familiar with the way to the north tower. She led Cyrus around on the eighth floor, and finally found the stairs leading to the north tower behind a group of portraits of women.

"Then why didn't you tell me earlier!" She asked persistently, "Being friends...I'm not that her..."

"Tch...I don't tell you, just because I don't want you to think too much." Cyrus told her helplessly, as if he had predicted Granger's thoughts in advance, and said, "You don't have to worry, I don't care about your thoughts." Help has nothing to do with Hermione..."

Granger's heart is so sensitive that he even cares about the eyes of wizards passing by to say hello.

In Cyrus' mind, this Granger from the parallel world is more like her sister, who is immature in many aspects and cares too much about other people's opinions.

"You don't think I think of you as my girlfriend? That's not Gryffindor at all..."

His teasing successfully stabilized Granger's heart, but the girl still "hummed" and climbed up the stairs without saying "You don't care what you think".

Sybill Patricia Trelawney is a professor of divination, but she is dressed in a very different way, which has brought Muggles' stereotypes of wizards to the extreme.

She looked annoyed, and after briefly scanning the students who came, she said to Granger, "Didn't you come here yesterday morning?"

"I went to the wrong classroom yesterday..." Granger lowered his head and responded sullenly.

"I'm Professor Trelawney, and I think you've probably heard what Minerva said about me..." She sat wearily on the pillow of the wooden chair, "But I still have to say it again...Divination can't go wrong"

She elegantly arranged the light and transparent shawl decorated with many glittering sequins, and continued after the students were seated:

"The most important thing in divination is talent, and the meaning of the result of divination is abstract, not concrete."

"And she predicted Harry's death yesterday..." Granger mocked in a low voice, "Cyrus, what do you think?"

"Me? I'm not interested in divination's interpretation of fate." Cyrus thought about Trelawney's words, "but...what the professor just said is indeed more like the essence of divination."

"You don't like divination either?" Granger seemed to have found a confidant, completely forgetting his displeasure just now.

"I was just pulled here." He rolled his eyes, lying on the table and writing a reply letter to the British Prime Minister boredly.

What Professor Trelawney means is: Harry has a death prophecy, but he may not die, but he will encounter danger enough to kill him...

It's like Lavender will meet her most feared thing, but she doesn't know what form it will appear in. Perhaps Lavender's most feared thing will be put on display in a cage?

What divination reveals is the result, not the process.

"Recently, my third eye has become more and more sensitive... It's like staring directly at the sun for too long." The professor muttered to himself while inspecting, but the exaggerated performance still made him a little speechless.

Just as Cyrus was sipping tea under Granger's urging, Professor Trelawney suddenly came to him like a flutter, and the bracelet and beads made no sound.

She stared straight at Cyrus with dilated pupils and wandering eyes.

"Professor...what's the matter?" He was stared at with chills down his spine, while Granger put on a look of watching the show.

"Hush... da da da ~" the professor motioned him to be quiet, "it's strange... I can't see anything... Cassandra, your face looks like a self-portrait in an oil painting, but someone hand Wipe it over indiscriminately"

She mistakenly thought that there was something wrong with her vision, but her third eye didn't seem to be able to see why.

"Let me see your teacup!" She said softly, and when Cyrus finished drinking, she snatched it on her own, and skillfully shook it a few times with her left hand.

"Don't worry... the analysis of the tea leaves is fixed" Trelawney explained to the students around him, but it was more like a pep talk to himself, "Sorry, dear... your face is really... hard to say do"

"Student Cyrus, may I ask how you explain your guessed fate?" Granger held a teacup and calmly blew air, "I don't know what else she can teach besides making tea."

"Don't worry! The result of my prediction will not change!!" Trelawney scolded.

"At least you predicted Ron's brother Fred before..."

But Granger didn't see the professor getting angry, and Trelawney simply said: "The thing you said... I remember, it was indeed a death notice at the beginning, but then you all left after class... "

Everyone's fire of gossip was ignited by her, because there seems to be a follow-up to this matter? !

"I then switched directions while packing the teacups, and the kid ended up with an acorn, apparently he got a lot out of the death threats..."

Trelawney didn't bother to lie to them about it.