Hogwarts Great Hall was as lively as ever at noon, with Harry, Hermione, and Ron sitting at the long table, enjoying their steaming lunch.
Hermione was flipping through her Care of Magical Creatures textbook, occasionally taking a bite of the food on her plate.
Harry idly poked at the steak on his plate with a fork.
Ron, while poking at the potatoes on his plate with a fork, began to describe his Divination Class to Harry and Hermione with a somewhat exaggerated expression.
"The Divination classroom is at the top of the tower, and you have to climb a steep staircase. Honestly, that climb made my eyes dizzy."
"As soon as you stepped inside, it was like entering another world. The curtains were drawn tight, the entire classroom was dim, and the lighting was very faint. It felt less like a classroom and more like a mix of an attic and an old tea shop."
"The classroom was filled with the smell of spices—a bit like an old grandma's incense, but a bit pungent."
Neither Harry nor Hermione had signed up for Divination Class, but listening to Ron now, it sounded very interesting.
"The walls were hung with all sorts of strange tapestries, some with stars and moons, and some very peculiar symbols," Ron continued.
"What's exaggerated is that the entire classroom is always extremely hot, so hot it makes your head swim. I suspect Professor Trelawney might be cultivating our future heat resistance."
"Harry, Hermione," Ron's eyes narrowed slightly, and a mysterious smile played on his lips, "I just learned something quite remarkable in Divination Class. Do you want me to tell your fortunes?"
Harry raised an eyebrow, clearly not quite believing Ron's "remarkable skills."
Hermione, on the other hand, rolled her eyes without disguise: "According to my understanding, divination requires opening your third eye. Have you opened your third eye to tell our fortunes?"
"Oh, by the way, Professor McGonagall said that Professor Trelawney predicts students leaving every year. Who did she predict this year?"
Ron recalled, "It seems she didn't predict anyone leaving, but she told Parvati to be wary of a red-haired man."
"Then Parvati kept her distance from me, as if I had the plague."
He leaned closer to Harry and Hermione, feigning mystery, and whispered, "I think I have a talent for divination. Are you really sure you don't want me to tell your fortunes?"
Harry almost spewed out the steak in his mouth. He suppressed his laughter and said earnestly, "Oh, then give me a divination, great prophet."
"Do as I say, Harry," Ron's expression instantly became serious, "take a teacup and fill it with tea."
"Then drink the tea until only the tea leaves remain."
Hearing this strange request, Harry shook his head and complied.
"Okay, only tea leaves are left," Ron glanced at Harry's teacup and continued to instruct, "Hold the cup with your left hand and swirl it three times, then invert the cup onto the saucer to drain the water."
After Harry did as instructed, Ron took the teacup and, referring to the contents of the textbook, began to analyze it seriously.
"Hmm, this looks like a bowler hat. You'll likely work at the Ministry of Magic in the future."
"That's pretty accurate, Ron, we all know Harry wants to be an Auror most of all," Hermione chuckled softly.
Ron waved his hand dismissively, "Hermione, you just lack imagination! That's how divination is done."
He continued to turn the teacup, observing the shape of the tea leaves: "This looks like an animal, like an eagle. According to the book, you have a mortal enemy."
Harry blinked, deliberately playing along: "Thank you, Ron, I think I know who the mortal enemy is."
Hermione chuckled softly, raising an eyebrow: "Oh, what a unique interpretation. Perhaps I should go tell Professor Trelawney; she'd probably take you as a genius apprentice."
"Heh—" Ron covered his face, pretending to sigh helplessly, "Don't disbelieve me, Professor Trelawney even praised me."
As he spoke, he couldn't help but laugh: "I found that Fred and them were right; as long as you predict some tragic outcome, you always get praise from Professor Trelawney."
"If it were in class, I should have interpreted it like this just now."
Ron imitated Trelawney's tone and expression, exaggeratingly saying, "Oh dear… I see ill omens in your cup. This is an ominous sign, an omen of death."
Watching Ron's performance, Harry laughed happily: "I have a feeling you'll pass this class with flying colors."
Watching the two playing around, Hermione shook her head, a smile on her lips: "Stop fooling around, hurry up and eat. We still have Hagrid's class after lunch."
After lunch, they walked down the grassy slope and arrived at the front of Hagrid's hut.
The students gradually arrived, and Hagrid called out their names, leading them along the edge of the Forbidden Forest until they reached a large tree, where he stopped and turned to face the students.
He cleared his throat and, following his prepared lesson plan, said, "This is the home of the Bowtruckle."
"Who can tell me, what are the characteristics of a Bowtruckle?"
Hermione raised her hand high, and after receiving Hagrid's signal, she spoke: "A Bowtruckle is a slender, entirely green, XX-level magical creature that looks like a tree branch."
"They are gentle by nature and have a natural protective instinct for trees. Generally speaking, the trees they inhabit are excellent wand materials."
"To gain the favor of these magical creatures, or to take wood from the trees they guard, it's best to give them some woodlice or fairy eggs."
"Very good!" Hagrid applauded, "Perfectly said, Hermione."
"Almost forgot, ten points to Gryffindor."
"In addition to the aforementioned characteristics, Bowtruckles also have a lesser-known characteristic," Hagrid added.
"Bowtruckles can pick locks, and in an emergency, this can be a life-saving skill. Therefore, in the Wizarding World, some Wizards have always liked to keep Bowtruckles as pets."
Hagrid continued to add some details about the little creatures' habitat and their preference for wand wood, keeping the students thoroughly engaged.
After explaining, he pulled out a pouch of woodlice and placed it on the ground: "Students who want to get close to the Bowtruckles, take these woodlice and feed them; they will like you."
Following Hagrid's explanation, the students quickly befriended the Bowtruckles. Everyone was laughing at these adorable little creatures, and the atmosphere was relaxed and pleasant.
Seeing the students' reactions, Hagrid was completely relieved.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione quietly walked up to him, smiling and congratulating him: "Hagrid, this class was truly amazing. Everyone really loves the Bowtruckles."
Hagrid's face immediately broke into a radiant smile. His face was flushed, appearing a little embarrassed.
"Oh, thank you three. It's my first time as a Professor, and I was actually a little nervous. Everyone likes my class, and I owe a lot of thanks to Mr. Scamander for helping me revise the lesson plan."
"Oh, Harry," Hagrid lowered his voice, "do you remember the Hippogriff I told you about during the summer holidays?"
"If the three of you are interested, I can take you to meet it after class."
"You know," Hagrid spread his arms, gesturing, "compared to a Bowtruckle, that one is even cuter."
Cuter?
Looking at the size Hagrid gestured, Harry, Ron, and Hermione exchanged glances, a little bewildered.
Thinking of Hagrid's special fondness for magical creatures, they couldn't help but secretly swallow their saliva and change the subject.
"Hagrid, although Bowtruckles are gentle, they still have a slight element of danger."
"As a Professor, please pay attention to everyone's safety."
"We're going to play with the Bowtruckles now."
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