A broken Hogwarts

Because Owen went back in time for three hours, it was still some time before the arithmetic divination class started. He simply found an empty, remote classroom, sat by the window and soaked in the sunshine, observing the tea leaves patterns he had copied in the divination class.

He looked at this pattern over and over for a long time, and even opened the book "Looking Through the Fog to See the Future" and compared it carefully, but he didn't see any omen of death in it.

He felt that this kind of thing completely relied on everyone's imagination, and different people would have different interpretations. Maybe some wizards with prophecy talents could indeed see something different?

Owen balled up the parchment in his hand and accepted the fact that he had no gift for prophecy.

He then considered Trelawney's words, her prophecy that he would be swallowed by the shadow of death...

Although the predictions made by Trelawney under normal conditions are not reliable, but to say that they are complete nonsense and have some basis in fact... Owen feels that it is quite mysterious.

No matter whether the other party is alarmist or not, he must be mentally prepared to deal with the danger in advance.

"The terrifying black shadow..." He tapped the table with his pale and slender fingers, his dark eyes narrowed to a slit, and his whole person was shrouded in a mysterious and dangerous aura, but yet With an indescribable charm that captivates people's hearts.

"Dementors? Dark guards?" Owen looked down at his palms, and wisps of black mist condensed from his fingertips, making the surrounding temperature seem to become much colder in an instant.

He suddenly closed his palms, shook his head, and pursed his lips slightly: "That big black dog that represents 'ominous'? Or...Voldemort?"

These seem to be close to the "horrible black shadow".

"Or is it that the black shadow does not refer to a specific thing, but is just a symbolic image?" Owen continued to knock on the table, "Being swallowed by the shadow of death...death...the Expulsion Society?"

"Or, was he affected by the attack on Harry, used or targeted by Bellatrix?" This may indeed put him in danger.

Owen held his chin with one hand and fell into deep thought. The bright sunshine shining in from the window created a soft golden edge around him.

When the time was close to nine o'clock, he packed up his things and rushed to the arithmetic divination classroom, where he sat in a seat not far or close to the podium.

Hermione sat in the front row, and Owen could see her shaggy, fluffy hair.

The teacher of the Arithmetic Divination class is Professor Setima Victor, a witch with a rigid and serious face, which reminds Owen of his mathematics teacher and dean of students in his previous life.

When the bell rang, Professor Victor clapped his hands and said: "Although this class is called arithmetic divination, I will not teach you to identify the blurry images in the crystal ball, or to find the mystical meaning in random graphics. "

"I will teach you to use careful calculations to discover the mysteries in numbers, to understand the essence of magic, and to predict various possibilities in the future."

"Of course, I think most of you will find it difficult to fall in love with the extraordinary charm and strange magic hidden in numbers and charts, but I will not lower my requirements for you because of this..."

After Professor Victor finished his opening remarks in a serious manner, he asked everyone to open "Numbers and Grammar" and wrote various numbers and formulas on the blackboard, and drew charts horizontally and vertically.

The arithmetic divination class was indeed boring, like returning to the mathematics class in the previous life, but Owen also listened with interest. He does not reject mathematics. In his previous life, he had always done very well in mathematics, so he learned very quickly when learning courses such as arithmetic and divination that require logical thinking skills.

Hermione, who was sitting in the front row, was even more excited. Her hands raised high could be seen throughout the class, and Professor Victor did not hesitate to give her extra points.

This class as a whole is more like the Eastern Zhouyi fortune-telling, which finds hidden mysterious laws in complex numerical and graphical operations, while the divination part is more like a combination of statistics and probability.

Time passed slowly in silence, and the bell rang unknowingly. Professor Victor assigned a paper as homework and hurriedly left the classroom.

"Oh my god, it's so difficult, so boring!" Owen heard a little witch behind him complain.

"...I think this is very interesting, much more interesting than the Divination class." Hermione said to her friend, "The Divination class is just nonsense!"

Owen leisurely packed up several pieces of parchment and left the classroom to go to the greenhouse for herbal medicine class.

Professor Sprout from the herbal medicine class was very happy after seeing him. She told Owen in a good mood that some of the herbal seeds he gave her last semester had sprouted, and she planned to take Owen to see them.

"There are still some that have to wait until this winter and next spring to be planted." Professor Sprout said kindly, chatting with Owen about the cultivation method of moon orchids.

When the school bell was about to ring, Harry and the others hurried over, each of them breathing rapidly and with red faces. The distance from the divination classroom on the top of the north tower is not short.

"Owen, why are you here? Didn't you say you were going to arithmetic and divination class?" Daphne tilted her head in confusion and confusion, looking a little dazed.

Facing the curious and doubtful eyes, Owen smiled and said, "I've already finished it."

"Is it possible that you really learned the art of cloning?" Harry looked at him curiously, feeling that it didn't seem surprising that this guy Owen would come up with something unexpected. He eagerly looked at Owen's neatly styled hair, wanting to reach out and knock it to see if it would disperse like smoke.

"Don't have any ulterior motives." Owen gave him a wary look. Hasn't this guy already learned Occlumency? Why are your thoughts still written on your face?

When the herbal medicine class started, he suddenly felt a growl in his abdomen and he was hungry. Only then did he remember that five or six hours had passed since breakfast.

"Well, it looks like I need to make a time management schedule to prevent my life from being completely messed up." Owen thought, staring at the small red fruits hanging on several herbs and swallowed.

Eating secretly in class was obviously impolite and undignified. Owen went through the herbal medicine class hungry, and his shiny and silky hair seemed to have become wiry.

After hurriedly returning to the auditorium to eat two toasted sandwiches and a plate of stew, he finally felt energetic. He slowly drank another glass of refreshing orange juice, then packed a sandwich and chips and put them in his schoolbag, planning to save them for the afternoon. eat.

The temperature became hotter in the afternoon, and Owen and his party walked out of the castle, walked across the wide grounds, and rushed to their first Care of Magical Creatures lesson.

This class is always very popular with young wizards, at least everyone in the study group chooses this class unanimously.

Hagrid was standing at the door of the hut waiting for his classmates. He wore a moleskin coat, and Fang the great hunting dog stood at his feet, purring and sticking out his tongue.

"Come on, follow me!" Hagrid shouted, "I have something good for you to see today!" As he said that, he led the way towards the Forbidden Forest.

"Are you going to the Forbidden Forest?" Although Harry was worried, he seemed a little eager to try. Apart from following Owen into the Forbidden Forest and performing a scene with Voldemort last semester, he has never explored the Forbidden Forest, which is a bit regretful when he thinks about it.

"That's a really good idea, go to the Forbidden Forest for an outing." Draco said slowly, "Then play a chase game with the monsters in the Forbidden Forest. How great! Do you need us to wash ourselves smelling good in advance?"

"Don't say that, Draco, Hagrid won't put us in danger..." Harry suddenly choked. He thought that Hagrid's perception of danger was different from normal people, and even the basilisk was a pitiful little guy in his eyes.

He had already begun to imagine that he was being gored by the horn of a wild boar as big as a small mountain, and then Hagrid would probably say with a surprised look on his face: "How can such a little cutie be able to hurt someone?"

"You have nothing to say?" Draco said proudly, as if he had won a battle. He raised the "Monster Book of Monsters" in his hand. The thick book tied tightly with rope was struggling desperately: "Look, this book is ready to bite our hands off at any time." textbook!"

Harry looked at the books tied into rice dumplings in his hands and twitched the corners of his mouth speechlessly.

Owen held his textbook in his arms and said casually: "Actually, just touching the spine of the books will make them behave for a while." His textbook was also tied up, because he didn't have the leisure to touch it from time to time. one time.

Harry quickly touched his book and saw that it was finally no longer struggling. He removed the string from the textbook and managed to open it.

Sure enough, Owen can do everything...he thought with admiration.

"Oh, what a terribly simple way..." Draco muttered, "You have to remember to keep petting it, lest it react and bite your head off."

While he was talking, Hagrid had already led them around the Forbidden Forest and outside the small paddock at the edge of the forest. Harry glanced at the Forbidden Forest, looking a little disappointed.

"Okay, first you need to open the textbook!" Hagrid asked them to gather around the fence and shouted loudly.

"Oh, you failed to open it?" He was a little at a loss, but when he saw Owen and the others, he instantly seemed to see a savior. "Ah, yes, how did you open the textbook? Harry, can you tell me?"

"Rub the spine, Owen found it..." Harry said.

Hagrid looked very happy and loudly gave them ten points.

Then he said without confidence: "Okay, we already have the textbooks... Now, we still need magical animals... By the way, I will bring them over, wait a minute..."

He simply left everyone behind, walked into the Forbidden Forest and disappeared.

Draco curled his lips and was about to taunt a few words when he was stopped by Harry's eyes. He snorted coldly, raised his chin high, and said in a long tone: "Save it, Harry, he is not suitable for this job. If my father knew that the money he spent at Hogwarts was actually used If it is used to hire teachers of this... level, he will be so angry that he will have a heart attack..."

"You have to take a lesson first before making any comments, Draco." Daphne said calmly.

While the students were discussing in whispers, Hagrid trotted over with more than a dozen animals. Those magical animals all have the body, hind legs and tail of a horse, but their front legs, wings and head are like those of an eagle, with bright orange eyes. "Hippogriff!" Hagrid roared happily. "How beautiful, isn't it?"

Owen looked at the strange animals with interest. They were obviously ferocious, but they were also quite beautiful. Their fur is shiny, from the feathers on their head and neck to the hair on their tails. Each one has a different color. Their big bright eyes look at everyone sharply, and their sharp beaks shine with the color of steel. They look majestic and powerful. beauty.

Hagrid talked about their characters and characteristics with excitement, and told everyone that as long as you look at it and bow, if it bows to you, you can touch it and even ride on it.

"Of course, don't insult them, otherwise you may die." He emphasized.

Hagrid asked Harry to go over and give a demonstration, and let Harry fly around in the air on the hippogriff "Buckbeak".

When Harry slid off Buckbeak's back with a ridiculously messy hairstyle, the classmates also gained confidence. They cautiously approached the paddock, repeating Harry's actions.

Owen and Blaise teamed up and selected a black hippogriff. The two came to it, stared into its eyes, and then slowly bowed to it.

The hippogriff bowed lazily, allowing the two men to touch its shiny fur.

"These big guys are quite handsome, aren't they?" Blaise patted its mouth and clicked his tongue.

Owen nodded, gently stroking the feathers on the hippogriff's neck. The smooth feathers were soft and warm, but the feel was much worse than that of Nyx, let alone the lovely Melete.

Well, when he thought of Melete, he felt itchy and wanted to pet the cat. It's a pity that Melete was probably sleeping in the dormitory at this time.

On the other side, Harry was facing Buckbeak with Draco. Due to some inexplicable foreboding and his long-standing understanding of Draco's unreliable character, Harry felt that he should keep a close eye on him, lest this guy did something wrong and ruined Hagrid's first lesson. .

"It's easy. I dare say it's not dangerous at all..." Draco patted Buckbeak's mouth and raised his chin arrogantly, but the glances he glanced at it from time to time still exposed his inner feelings. curious.

"Say less! Hagrid said, they are very proud." Harry said seriously with a tigerish face, staring at Draco like Professor McGonagall, as wary as if Draco would suddenly explode.

"Okay, okay..." Draco muttered, suddenly reaching out and tugging on a particularly prominent feather on Buckbeak's neck, but the Hippogriff pushed it aside impatiently with his beak. Never let him touch it again.

Harry stared at Draco speechlessly. He knew that this guy always liked to commit suicide at critical moments and compete with Irving.

For the rest of the class, Hagrid asked several people to fly several times in the air on hippogriffs. Except for Neville accidentally falling from mid-air, no other accidents happened, which is gratifying.

Neville was frightened half to death because after he slipped off the Hippogriff's back, he fell freely in the sky for a distance, and was caught by the Hippogriff's claws on his legs again, falling down. He was placed on the ground while hanging. Although he was not injured, his face was blue at the time.

Draco laughed at him for a while, but he failed to fly because Buckbeak refused to take him up. He was so angry that he stared at Buckbeak for a long time, each looking more arrogant than the other, until Harry stood in the middle and separated them.

When the class finally ended, Harry wiped the sweat from his forehead and felt extremely tired. God knows how hard he worked to suppress Draco's imminent death wish.

The students chatted excitedly and walked towards the castle. Hagrid looked very happy. Under his shaggy black beard, his face turned red, and he hummed a tune and tapped the hippogriff's sharp beak.

"Ah, by the way, Harry!" He leaned close to Harry and whispered in his ear, "Sirius gave me your snake to take care of. Well, are you sure you want me to put it in the Forbidden Forest? ?”

"Nagini?" Harry raised his eyebrows in surprise. He didn't expect that Sirius actually brought Nagini to Hogwarts.

"Yes, that's the name." Hagrid scratched his head and looked at him with a strange look, "I didn't expect you to raise snakes... I mean, do you like snakes more?"

"No! That was given to me by Owen." Harry waved his hands quickly. He didn't want people to mistakenly think that he liked to keep long, wet, cold pets, which sounded like a dark wizard. He didn't want any more sensational rumors in Wizarding Weekly.

Owen heard him read his name and turned his head to look this way.

"It's okay, I don't think there's anything wrong with it... I know that Parseltongue wizards probably prefer raising snakes." Hagrid obviously didn't believe it.

Harry, who felt that his reputation had been persecuted, silently swallowed the bitterness in his throat and lowered his voice and said, "Isn't Sirius worried about my safety? He brought Nagini here because he wanted her to help me pay attention to possible dangers... "

"Nagini is very smart. It will recruit some snakes in the Forbidden Forest to act as spies. You can release it into the Forbidden Forest. I have already told it that it will not attack people," Harry said.

Hagrid nodded, suddenly slapped his forehead hard, and said with some annoyance: "Oops, I forgot to assign homework!"

Harry coughed slightly, thinking that this was really good news.

"Actually, Hagrid, I think this class is still too dangerous." He hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to persuade Hagrid to avoid serious problems.

"What?" Hagrid looked very surprised, his black beetle-like eyes widened, and he shouted in a loud voice: "But everyone is very happy."

"But Neville is not happy enough." Owen heard this and said with a half-smile.

"Isn't he not injured?" Hagrid said embarrassedly, his voice suddenly weakened. When Neville slid off the Hippogriff's back, he was so frightened that his face turned pale.

"That's because he's lucky," Harry said. "Think about it, if he gets his leg broken by a Hippogriff, or falls from the air and breaks his neck..."

Hagrid lowered his head dejectedly and said in a low voice: "I know, this is all my fault. I just want to make the first class a wonderful one... As expected, I should get some Flobber caterpillars to teach you first. Raise them…”

Hearing this, Owen couldn't help but interjected: "Hagrid, do you want to be the least favorite teacher among the students?"

"Of course not!" Hagrid shouted.

"Then you think, who would want to learn how to raise Flobber caterpillars?" Owen raised his chin slightly with a slightly disgusted expression.

"Oh, I just thought, they are not dangerous, they are very delicate." Hagrid whispered a little helplessly, as if he had done something wrong, "I think you should like taking care of small animals, right?" He looked at it To Harry, longing for some recognition.

The corners of Harry's mouth twitched. He is willing to take care of some small animals, but they definitely do not include the Flobber caterpillar!

Seeing the strong rejection on Harry's face, Hagrid lowered his head pitifully.

Owen clicked his tongue lightly and said with an inscrutable expression: "Hagrid, you don't understand us at all. If this continues, you will definitely be ranked first on the list of the most unpopular professors at Hogwarts."

"But I'm always unpopular. I've always been..." Hagrid lowered his head, like an aggrieved black bear.

"But no one is better at making someone popular than me." Owen raised his chin reservedly, with a hint of mischievous success in his eyes.

Hagrid's head shot up, looking at him expectantly.

Owen said in a brisk tone: "In fact, as long as you make your class interesting, students will naturally like you. Just like this class, although it is a little more dangerous, there is no doubt that it does make everyone happy." Eye-opener."

"So, everyone likes hippogriffs. You can think about it, are there any small animals that are as furry as hippogriffs, but smaller and less dangerous than them?" Owen said in a persuasive way.

Hagrid's eyes lit up and he said: "Yes! Let me think about it, Xiu Xiu, swallow-tailed dog, cat nives..." He counted on his fingers.

Owen showed a pleased expression and continued: "Besides these, are there any magical animals that are docile and like to be close to people?"

"Why don't we like Florob caterpillars? Because they are not close to people at all and will not reciprocate affection for our care." He shook his head.

Harry gave him a disapproving look. He was sure he didn't like Flobber caterpillars just because they were so ugly! No one likes giant worms!

Owen raised his left eyebrow at him. But Hagrid's aesthetic level for magical animals is obviously different from normal people. He may not understand why students don't like small, cute and docile creatures like Flobber caterpillars.

After listening to Owen's words, Hagrid asked carefully: "How about Bowtruckle? Do you like this?"

"Of course." Owen clapped his hands with innocence and expectation.

Harry's cheeks bulged, and he almost laughed out loud at his pretentious look.

Under Owen's guidance, Hagrid gained a lot of confidence. He patted his chest and promised that they would be satisfied with the next class. He also patted Owen on the shoulder with a look of emotion and gratitude, causing him to almost sit down on the ground.

Owen finally freed himself from Hagrid's grasp, rubbed his shoulders and returned to the castle to attend his next class. (End of chapter)