Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

The Hogwarts Great Hall at noon was as lively as ever. Harry, Hermione, and Ron sat at the long table, enjoying a steaming lunch.

Hermione flipped through her Care of Magical Creatures textbook, occasionally taking a bite of food from her plate.

Harry listlessly poked at the steak on his plate with his fork.

Ron, while poking at the potatoes on his plate, began to describe his Divination class to Harry and Hermione with some exaggeration.

"The Divination classroom is right at the top of the tower, you have to climb a steep staircase. Honestly, that staircase made my head spin."

"As soon as you go in, it's like stepping into another world. The curtains are drawn tight, the whole classroom is dim, the lighting is very weak, it feels like it's not a classroom, but a mixture of an attic and an old-fashioned teahouse."

"The classroom is filled with the smell of spices—a bit like old lady's incense, but a bit pungent."

Harry and Hermione hadn't signed up for Divination, so listening to Ron's description was quite interesting.

"Various strange tapestries hung on the walls, some with stars and moons painted on them, and some with very bizarre symbols."

Ron continued, "What's exaggerated is that the entire classroom is always particularly hot, so hot that it makes your head spin. I suspect Professor Trelawney may be cultivating our future heat resistance."

"Harry, Hermione," Ron said, his eyes narrowed and a mysterious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I just learned something quite remarkable in Divination class. Do you want me to tell your fortunes?"

Harry raised an eyebrow, clearly not believing in Ron's "remarkable skills."

Hermione rolled her eyes without any pretense: "From what I know, Divination requires opening your inner eye. Have you opened your inner eye before telling our fortunes?"

"By the way, Professor McGonagall said that Professor Trelawney predicts students will leave every year. Who did she predict this year?"

Ron recalled for a moment and said, "It doesn't seem like she predicted anyone would leave, except that she told Parvati to be wary of a red-haired man."

"Then Parvati stayed far away from me, as if I had the plague."

He leaned closer to Harry and Hermione, pretending to be mysterious, and lowered his voice: "I think I have a talent for Divination, really, don't you want me to tell your fortunes?"

Harry almost spat out the steak in his mouth. He suppressed his laughter and said seriously, "Oh, then give me a fortune, great seer."

"Do as I say, Harry," Ron's face instantly became serious, "Take a teacup and fill it with tea."

"Then drink the tea, drink it until only tea leaves remain."

Hearing this strange request, Harry shook his head and cooperated.

"Okay, only tea leaves are left," Ron looked at Harry's teacup and continued to instruct, "Hold the cup in your left hand and shake it three times, then turn the cup upside down on the saucer to drain the water."

After Harry did as he was told, Ron took the teacup and began to analyze it seriously, comparing it to the contents of the textbook.

"Um, this looks like a bowler hat, you are very likely to work in the Ministry of Magic in the future."

"That's pretty accurate, Ron. We all know Harry wants to be an Auror."

Ron waved his hand dismissively, "Hermione, you just lack imagination! That's how Divination is done."

He continued to rotate the teacup, observing the appearance of the tea leaves: "This looks like an animal, like an eagle. According to the book, you have a mortal enemy."

Harry blinked, deliberately cooperating: "Thank you, Ron, I think I know who my mortal enemy is."

Hermione chuckled and raised an eyebrow: "Oh, what a unique explanation. Maybe I should go tell Professor Trelawney, she should treat you as a genius apprentice."

"Heh—" Ron covered his face and sighed in mock helplessness, "Don't you believe me, Professor Trelawney even praised me."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but laugh: "I found out Fred and George were right, as long as you predict some tragic results, you can always get praise from Professor Trelawney."

"If it were in class, I should have interpreted it this way."

Ron imitated Trelawney's tone and expression, exaggeratingly saying: "Oh, my... I see misfortune in your cup, this is an ominous sign, a sign of death."

Watching Ron's performance, Harry happily laughed: "I have a hunch, you will definitely pass this course with high marks."

Looking at the two playing around, Hermione shook her head, a smile on her lips: "Stop fooling around, eat quickly, we still have to go to Hagrid's class after lunch."

After lunch, they walked down the grassy slope and arrived at Hagrid's hut.

The students gradually arrived, Hagrid called the roll and led the students along the edge of the Forbidden Forest until they came to a large tree, where he stopped and turned to face the students.

He cleared his throat and said according to the prepared lesson plan: "This is the home of the Bowtruckle."

"Who can tell me, what are the characteristics of the Bowtruckle?"

Hermione raised her hand high, and after receiving Hagrid's signal, she said: "The Bowtruckle is a small creature, all green, that looks like a twig, a XX-level magical creature."

"They are gentle by nature and have a natural desire to protect trees. Generally speaking, the trees they inhabit are very good wand materials."

"If you want to win the favor of this magical creature, or want to take wood from the trees they guard, it is best to give them some woodlice or fairy eggs."

"Very good!" Hagrid clapped his hands, "Very perfect, Hermione."

"I almost forgot, ten points to Gryffindor."

"In addition to the above characteristics, Bowtruckles also have a little-known feature," Hagrid added.

"Bowtruckles can pick locks. In an emergency, this is a life-saving skill. Therefore, in the wizarding world, there have always been wizards who like to keep Bowtruckles as pets."

Hagrid continued to add some of the little guys' habitat habits and their preferences for wand wood, which made the students listen with great interest.

After explaining, he took out a pocket of woodlice and placed it on the ground: "Students who want to get close to the Bowtruckles, take these woodlice to feed them, they will like you."

According to Hagrid's explanation, the students quickly became familiar with the Bowtruckles. Everyone was amused by these cute little things and laughed, the atmosphere was relaxed and pleasant.

Watching the students' reactions, Hagrid was completely relieved.

Harry, Ron and Hermione quietly walked up to him and congratulated him with a smile: "Hagrid, this class is great. Everyone likes Bowtruckles very much."

A bright smile suddenly appeared on Hagrid's face, his face was flushed, and he seemed a little embarrassed.

"Oh, thank you three. It's my first time being a professor, and I was really a little nervous. Everyone likes my class, I have to thank Mr. Scamander for helping me revise the lesson plan."

"By the way, Harry," Hagrid lowered his voice, "Do you remember the Hippogriff I told you about during the summer vacation?"

"If you three are interested, I can take you to see it after class."

"You know," Hagrid spread his arms and gestured, "Compared to Bowtruckles, that one is even cuter."

Cute?

Looking at the size Hagrid gestured, Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at each other, somewhat dumbfounded.

Thinking of Hagrid's special love for magical creatures, they couldn't help but secretly swallowed their saliva and changed the subject.

"Hagrid, although Bowtruckles are gentle, they are still a bit dangerous."

"As a professor, please pay attention to everyone's safety."

"We're going to play with the Bowtruckles."

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