Rebirth of the Harry Potter Chapter 194

　　 Chapter 194 Time Converter!

　　After Ravenclaw students returned to the dorm.

　　 "Zhang Qiu, what is your bed? Who seems to be a gift from him?" said Zhang Qiu's classmate.

　　 Zhang Qiu said without lifting his head: "It should be someone else's, put me on the bed."

　　 Zhang Qiu took the books used in this semester out of the book bag and put them neatly on the desk.

　　 "But there is a card with your name on it."

　　 "Huh?" Zhang Qiu turned his head doubtfully.

　　 The exquisite packaging was disassembled, and the wooden handle seemed to have a streamer.

　　 "Ah! It's a firebolt!" exclaimed with friends in the dormitory.

　　Everyone heard this sentence, and they all gathered around to watch the flying broom.

　　Zhang Qiu took the broom off the sky, except Harry, she could not guess that someone else would give her something.

　　 It's just... she puzzled and said, "What is the firebolt?"

　　From the surprised eyes of her classmates, she can also see that this flying broom is very good.

　　 But she is a Muggle family, this is a firebolt launched in the summer, she has not been to Diagon Alley, naturally know nothing.

　　 Quidditch is worthy of being the most famous and popular game in the magic world. A group of people immediately introduced her to the fire crossbow.

　　 "The best and fastest flying broom in the world..."

　　 "It is said that within ten years, all other flying brooms surpass it."

　　 "I heard that the price would be as high as more than 60,000..." said a girl who knew it enviously. (Note: RMB in 2000.)

　　 Then ushered in another burst of marvel.

　　 the next day.

　　 The rain was overcast. Due to a heavy rain yesterday, Britain, a country with mostly gloomy weather, is rare and the sky becomes clear.

　　 The sky is clear and the white clouds are floating in the sky.

　　 The last hot tail in summer seems to have been taken away by yesterday's rain.

　　 The weather is cool, the wind blows across the lake, and you can feel a hint of chill.

　　Because of the new class opened this semester, the third grade students are holding the curriculum to see what class to take.

　　 Hermione frowned and looked at her class schedule.

　　 Her class schedule is different from others'. It is densely packed with classes and almost ten classes a day.

　　 Harry glanced at nine o'clock, fortune-telling class, Muggle studies, and, arithmetic fortune-telling class.

　　 It seemed that Professor McGonagall was crazy and arranged for Hermione in random.

　　No one can take three courses at the same time.

　　But Harry knew that if he took all the courses in the third grade, he would get a hidden prop: time converter. Of course, not everyone has this qualification. It must be good enough to make the teacher willing to let you break this example. If it was Ron, the last year's countdown student, who had selected all the courses, it would be Professor McGonagall who would wait for him to talk to him and ask him to re-select the course.

　　Time converter: You can shuttle time and use it multiple times.

　　 That's right, such powerful anti-sky props are just for Hermione to learn.

　　 Presumably, every family in the magic world has an infinite glove for extermination, otherwise how could it be extravagant.

　　 But this prop is not omnipotent, its travel time is limited to one day.

　　 also means that time is like running water, even if it is used indefinitely, but eventually it will slowly flow away to the sun of tomorrow.

　　 Although Professor McGonagall asked Hermione not to tell others about the time switch, Hermione still wanted to tell him about it after seeing Harry's “doubt and worry” in her class schedule.

　　 Um... Actually this is just Hermione's own misunderstanding.

　　 "Harry, I have something to tell you." Hermione pulled out a pendant-like thing from her chest.

　　 A tiny golden timer hangs on a tiny golden chain.

　　 "I know, time converter." Harry said softly.

　　 is certainly powerful, but there are many restrictions.

　　 When using it, you must not interfere with what has happened, let alone meet you in the past. Otherwise, no one can be sure what will happen in the past and the future on the timeline.

　　 Among them, there is a great horror.

　　 And in history there were wizards who accidentally killed themselves in the past or the future.

　　 Hermione just wanted to explain, when he heard Harry talking, he was startled and said, "How do you know?"

"This is not a terrible thing." Harry looked back. "Although learning is a commendable thing, I think you may be very tired. If learning brings you no longer happiness, but A heavy burden, it might as well not use it."

　　 Hermione nodded: "I want to try it first, but honestly, I was really interested when I first started taking courses, but now I see so many courses, I really have a headache."

　　 Just then, Hagrid entered the auditorium.

　　He was wearing that long moleskin coat and absently flicked a dead polecat with a big hand.

　　 "Hagrid, how are you preparing?" Hermione asked.

He stopped walking towards the staff table and said cheerfully, "You come to my first class! It is the first class in the afternoon! I get up at five in the morning and I have everything ready ...But still nervous, I hope the class goes well...I, finally became a teacher...really..."

　　 He smiled happily at Harry and continued to walk towards the staff table, still swaying the dead polecat.

　　 "I don't know what he is preparing for?" Hermione said, with a hint of worry in her voice: "You know, for magical creatures, he feels very different from us."

　　Harry smiled softly: "This afternoon, it must be a very smooth class."

　　 The first lesson in the morning is divination.

The classroom is located in a lonely room in the north tower. The room has no gate. At the ceiling, a staircase hangs down. The students enter from the bottom and stand on the floor of the classroom~www.mtlnovel.com~ This is a strange classroom. It doesn't look like a classroom at all, it's not as bright as other classrooms, no blackboard, no podium, no rows of neat tables, but more like a mixture of attic and old-fashioned tea house.

　　 There are at least twenty small round tables packed with calico armchairs and bulging little futons around the table.

　　 Everything in the room was illuminated by a hazy red light, the curtains were pulled tight, and many lamps were covered with large crimson scarves.

It was so hot that it was breathless, and under the full mantelpiece, it was burning fiercely, with a large copper teapot on it, emitting a strong, disgusting fragrance .

　　 There are a lot of shelves on the round wall, which are filled with dirty quill pens, candle heads, many tattered playing cards, countless silver shiny crystal **** and a lot of tea cups.

　　Here I want to try my best to create a mysterious and smoky environment, but Harry only feels disgusted.

　　Harry did not know whether Professor Trelawney was intentional or unintentional, but some gadgets on the cabinet had a slight confusing effect.

　　 In the shadows, a soft, slow, ambiguous voice said: "Welcome to you, today's meeting was what I expected long ago, and I know each of you."

　　 "Okay, don't look surprised, sit down." Professor Trelawney walked into the fire, she was very thin, and a pair of big glasses enlarged her eyes several times.

She wore a light and transparent shawl with many shiny metal pieces. Her thin and long neck hung countless beads and chains. She also wore many bracelets and rings on her arms and hands. This makeup , Like a mistress in the Muggle world.

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