Chapter 12 Neville’s New Image

All morning, Clark and Hermione barely touched the ground.

As top academics, they never thought that studying could be so tiring.

There is no way, anyone who uses the time turner to take four classes without stopping will have this reaction.

When the novelty of using the time turner faded, the fatigue of repeated learning and the confusion caused by time being distorted came over them.

Clark finally understood why only the best students were eligible to apply for this time-turner.

Even studious people like them felt very uncomfortable. If it were someone like Harry or Ron, they would really learn to vomit.

After the two finished their Muggle Studies class, they met up with Harry and the others to take a Transfiguration class from Professor McGonagall.

Of course, for Harry and the others, Clark and Clark just left suddenly for a while and then came back.

However, this confusion in time perception is still very obvious. For example, Clark and Hermione both felt that what happened in the Divination class happened a long time ago, but the young wizards here felt that it happened not long ago.

Reflected in reality, when the two Clarks were listening to Professor McGonagall explaining the knowledge of Animagus (wizards who can turn into animals) with great interest, the other little wizards kept looking at Harry secretly, as if He looked like he was going to drop dead at any moment.

However, as a teacher, she could still feel that the students below were not paying attention.

When Professor McGonagall turned into a tabby cat in front of the whole class, and then back again, she looked at everyone with dissatisfaction and said, "I said, what's wrong with you today? Except for Prewett and Granger." , I don’t think you are listening to me attentively.”

Everyone subconsciously looked at Harry, but no one said anything. At this time, Hermione raised her hand.

"Professor, we had our first divination class before, where we interpreted tea leaves, and the result was——"

"Okay, I understand," Professor McGonagall frowned and interrupted her, "No need to say any more, Miss Granger. Tell me, who among you will die this year?"

Everyone looked at her in surprise.

"Me." Harry finally said lowly.

"Understood."

Professor McGonagall nodded and stared at Harry with her sharp eyes.

"Perhaps you don't know, Potter, that Sybill Trelawney has predicted the death of a student every year since she came to this school.

But so far, none of them have died.

Professor Trelawney's favorite way to greet a new class is to see omens of death, so I think you are all worried. "

Professor McGonagall suddenly stopped. She looked at Harry and said in a matter-of-fact tone: "In my opinion, you are in very good health, so if I don't exempt you from your homework today, please Forgive me. I promise you, if you really die, you won’t have to turn in your homework."

"I knew Clark was right," Hermione muttered quietly.

Some of the students who had a low point of laughter laughed, and Harry felt much more relaxed.

After leaving the hazy red light and drowsy aroma of Professor Trelawney's classroom, it was hard to be intimidated by a pile of tea leaves.

However, not everyone was relieved. At least Ron still looked worried. This was the first time Clark knew that his cousin was so superstitious. Well, wizards and magic are part of the superstition itself.

When the Transfiguration class ended, Clark and Hermione finally breathed a sigh of relief, which meant that they could catch up with the next class without using the time turner for the time being.

The two packed up their things and followed the crowd noisily to the auditorium for lunch.

Today's meal was very rich. A large pot of stew was placed in the center of the table, including potatoes, carrots, tomatoes, onions, peas, sausages and large chunks of stewed beef.

Serve such a hot bowl, then grab a piece of golden and fluffy scones, a piece of cake and a piece of meat. This simple meal can make people feel happy all afternoon.

"Be happy, Ron," Clark pushed a pot of stew in front of him, "You have heard what Professor McGonagall said. Even if you don't believe me, you should believe Professor McGonagall."

"I don't……"

Ron retorted, spooning the stew onto his plate again, picking up his fork, but not eating.

"Harry," he whispered seriously, "you didn't see a big black dog somewhere, did you?"

"I..." Harry hesitated, but really didn't want to lie, so he said, "I saw one. I saw one on the night I left the Dursleys' house."

Ron's fork clattered to the plate.

"Maybe it was just a stray dog," Clark said calmly. Of course he knew that the black dog was Sirius Black, but there was no point in saying it now.

Ron looked at Clark as if Clark was crazy.

"Clark, you should know that if Harry has seen something ominous, that's - that's terrible," he said. "My - my uncle Bilius saw one, and - it turned out he was He’ll be dead in fourteen hours!”

"Ron," Clark almost couldn't laugh or cry, "Of course I know, but Uncle Biles did die in an accident. He drank too much that day and drowned himself."

"Impossible!" Ron began to get angry. "You have no idea what you are talking about. Most wizards will be scared out of their wits when they see something ominous!"

"This is the truth," Hermione said in a tone that saw everything through. "They were frightened to death when they saw the ominous thing. The ominous omen is not a bad omen, but the cause of death!"

Ron opened his mouth to speak, but Hermione didn't want to argue with him anymore, "Okay, it's pointless for us to say this. What is supposed to come will always come, and there is no use worrying."

After saying that, she drank the last sip of juice in the glass, grabbed her schoolbag and left with Clark and the others.

After a short lunch break, Clark, who had regained his energy, happily went to his first Care of Magical Creatures class in his life.

They came outside the castle and walked on the wide grounds.

At this time, the rain that had fallen all night had stopped, the sky was a refreshing light gray, and the grass under my feet was wet and very elastic when I stepped on it.

They walked down the smooth grassy slope towards Hagrid's hut by the Forbidden Forest.

When they got closer and saw the familiar backs of the three heads, they realized that they had to take this class with Slytherin students today.

"I don't know how long that stupid guy can stay at this post. I guarantee that he won't be able to work for a few days before he has to go back to the woods..."

Malfoy was talking animatedly to Crabbe and Goyle, making the two men chuckle loudly.

Clark looked at his back and shook his head. This guy always has a short memory. Besides, if Hagrid really went into the woods, he would probably be picking up money.

Hagrid, who was on his first day as a teacher, was standing at the door of his hut, waiting for the students.

He was still wearing the moleskin coat, and the big hound Fang stood at his feet, as if he couldn't wait to set off.

"Come on, come on, everyone, come here, hurry up!" After seeing the students walking in, he shouted, "I have something good to show you today! Believe me, this class will be exciting. ! Is everyone here? Okay, come with me!"

He called everyone to go in the direction of the Forbidden Forest. Harry was still worried whether Hagrid would lead them into the forest.

Fortunately, Hagrid was not stupid. He just led them around the edge of the woods.

After walking for about five minutes, they found themselves outside a small, empty paddock.

"Everyone gather around this fence!" Hagrid shouted, "By the way - make sure you can see. Okay, first you need to open your textbooks -"

"How to open it?" It was Draco Malfoy's cold, lazy voice.

"Huh?" Hagrid didn't understand what he meant.

"How can we open the textbook?" Malfoy asked sarcastically again.

He took out the "Monster Book of Monsters" tied with a rope. Other students were like him, some tied the book tightly, some stuffed the book in a narrow and tight bag, or They were held up with a big clamp.

"You - none of you were able to open the textbook?" Hagrid asked, looking a little disappointed.

Most of the students shook their heads, but only Clark stood up, "I remember I ordered the manager of Flourish and Blotts Bookstore to tell book buyers how to deal with these guys."

As he spoke, he demonstrated it to those students who didn't know yet, "You have to rub the spine of the book and see, it's like this..."

Under his demonstration, the originally furious textbook suddenly became quiet.

In front of Clark, Malfoy curled his lips, but did not dare to say anything more.

"Okay," Hagrid said confidently after being relieved, "You all have your textbooks. Now...now...what you need now are magical animals. Yes, I will bring them right away. Wait a minute..."

After saying that, Hagrid left them and walked into the Forbidden Forest alone, making the students look at each other in confusion.

Seeing this, Mal complained to his classmates again, "Oh my god, this school is ruined. That idiot comes to teach. My dad will have a heart attack after hearing about it——"

"Shut up, Malfoy!" Harry glared at him.

"Be careful, Potter, there's a Dementor behind you—"

"Ohhhhhhhh!" Lavender Brown screamed, pointing across the paddock.

It turned out that under the leadership of Hagrid, a dozen tall animals trotted towards them.

The students had never seen such strange animals. They had the body, hind legs and tail of a horse, but also had the sharp front talons of an eagle, huge wings and a head with a cold beak, which made them look like Both dangerous and mysterious.

Fortunately, each monster has a thick leather collar around its neck, tied by a long chain.

All the chains were held in Hagrid's big hands, and he followed the monsters slowly into the paddock.

"Come on, over there!" he shouted, shaking the chain in his hand, urging the monsters to move towards the fence where the whole class was standing.

And Hermione, who was well-read, recognized these half-horse, half-bird monsters.

"Oh, it's a Hippogriff!" Hermione exclaimed, covering her mouth.

Hagrid walked closer and tied the monsters to the fence. The students all stepped back slightly.

"Yes, it's the Hippogriff!" He heard Hermione's words and introduced happily, "Look, how beautiful they are, aren't they?"

Clark took another look at these hippogriffs. If you ignore the sharp claws and sharp beaks that look very dangerous, these big guys do look like what Hagrid said.

Next, Hagrid excitedly described their habits and characteristics, and told everyone how to make friends with them.

"Remember, hippogriffs can lose their temper easily. Don't humiliate it, or you may die." Hagrid emphasized, and then asked, "Okay - who wants to come first? "

Hearing this, most of the students stepped back again. Even Harry and Ron had doubts. After all, those hippogriffs shook their ferocious heads and stretched out their powerful wings, seemingly unwilling to be attacked. Tie it up like this.

But just as Hagrid was about to ask with a pleading look on his face, a calm voice made him overjoyed.

"I come!"

Neville took a step forward. His strong back looked particularly reliable, which also changed some students' impressions of him. Even Malfoy opened his mouth in surprise when he saw him taking the initiative.

After all, in the first grade, he became the butt of laughter for riding a broomstick.

Even though his image had improved last year, he still wasn't that conspicuous when he was always next to an outstanding person like Clark.

But now these students suddenly found that they did not recognize this former crybaby.

He was so tall that he was almost as tall as Malfoy's two followers, but he was not as fat as the two of them. Instead, he looked very strong and agile.

It is said that external image can change a person's temperament, and Neville, who has a strong body, naturally shows a bit of heroic spirit.

He ignored the strange looks behind him, took a few steps, put his right hand on the fence of the paddock, and climbed over the fence as smoothly as a Dongguan boy.

"Well done, Neville!" said Hagrid gruffly. "Okay - let's see how you deal with Buckbeak."

He removed a chain, pulled the gray hippogriff away from its companion, and removed its leather collar.

The students standing on the other side of the paddock all held their breath, and Malfoy narrowed his eyes maliciously.

Under their gaze, Neville followed Hagrid's instructions gracefully and walked up to the hippogriff.

Then, they saw that the so-called arrogant monster in Hagrid's mouth actually bent its scaly front knees and took the initiative to make an unmistakable bow to Neville.

This situation surprised Hagrid.

"That's incredible, Neville!" said Hagrid ecstatically. "I've never seen anything like it. Well - I think he'll let you ride him!"

All the students cheered, except Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle, who seemed extremely disappointed.

And amid the cheers, Neville nimbly rolled onto the hippogriff's back, and then soared into the sky under the envious gazes of everyone!

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