A Hogwarts dissertation guide

"Mr. Lumpo?" Rita murmured. Soon, she seemed to suddenly remember something and said, "I suddenly remembered that I have to go to the Romanian Ministry of Magic. They said... an exclusive interview is needed, and It was nice chatting with you, but I’m afraid I have to leave for now.”

"Well, I would like to continue discussing with you my experience in protecting magical creatures... I remember there was a zoology column in the Daily Prophet, and I thought it was something like this -"

"Oh, Hagrid, I'm sorry, there's stuff with the Romanian Ministry of Magic - I have to go." After that, Rita buttoned up her crocodile leather handbag and quickly disappeared into the trees.

"Miss Skeeter! Miss Skeeter!" Hagrid called out several times while looking at her back, but her steps were faster, almost running.

At this time, the castle bell rang, and the class was over.

"Well, goodbye, Hagrid!" Hermione said goodbye to Hagrid, "We'll see you the day after tomorrow." They would come to Hagrid every other day to see the growth of the Blast-Ended Skrewt.

"No problem." Hagrid scratched his head and said, he still didn't understand why Rita Skeeter left suddenly.

"She must have thought that she couldn't find any breakthrough from Hagrid. She thought that this would arouse Professor Rumple's dislike." Harry said in a low voice.

"I hope Hagrid isn't illegally importing Blast-Ended Skrewts and other things," Hermione said anxiously, and they looked at each other - which was obviously what Hagrid was doing now.

"Hagrid has caused a lot of trouble before, but Dumbledore never fired him." Ron comforted them and said, "The worst that could happen is that Hagrid has to throw away the blast-ended skrewts. I'm sorry... did I say the worst? I It means the best.”

Hermione and Harry both laughed, feeling a little lighter as they went to lunch.

That afternoon, Hermione was studying the secret of the golden egg in the library, while Harry and Ron went to take a boring divination class. They once again made up lies to fool Professor Trelawney. Obviously these funny predictions satisfied her - after all, haha Leigh and Ron have been predicting their gruesome deaths, which has always been a favorite of Trelawney's.

But Professor Trelawney quickly grew annoyed as Harry and Ron giggled as she explained the different ways Pluto interferes with daily life.

Because Harry and Ron had become friends again, and Harry had managed to survive his first project, it was hard for him to suppress his laughter - in fact, the two of them didn't stop laughing. Pass.

"I think," said Professor Trelawney, with great exasperation, "that some of me" - she stared meaningfully at Harry - "if they saw what I saw when I was using my crystal ball last night, I'm afraid I won't be in such an impetuous situation. Last night, I was sitting here, immersed in my needlework, and suddenly I had an uncontrollable impulse to consult my crystal ball. I stood up and sat in front of the crystal ball. , staring into the depths of the crystal... You said, what do I see staring at me?"

"An ugly old bat with extra-large eyes?" Ron muttered in a low voice, for fear of being heard by Professor Trelawney.

Harry tried his best to keep his face from laughing.

"It's death, my dear."

Both Parvati and Lavender covered their mouths with their hands, looking horrified.

"Yes," Professor Trelawney nodded solemnly and said, "It's coming, getting closer and closer, it's like a vulture circling overhead, getting lower and lower... getting lower and lower, right in the castle Above..."

She stared sharply at Harry, who let out an unabashed yawn.He could hardly have been more envious of Hermione for giving up Divination, and perhaps he and Ron should have given up Divination a long time ago.

It’s really no fun to listen to an old liar fooling people every day!

But who made the homework of divination class so easy?

They would be hard-pressed to find a more relaxing course than a divination class.

"She's done this trick almost eighty times. If it weren't for this, it would be a bit scary," Harry said as they finally reached the stairs below Professor Trelawney's room and breathed fresh air again. , "But if I fell down and died every time she said I was going to die, I would be a medical miracle."

"You will become a super concentrated ghost," Ron said, chuckling. "At least we don't have homework. I just hope Hermione can figure out the secret in the golden egg so that you can face During the second project——"

"That's enough, Ron, there are still nearly three months," Harry said with a headache. He didn't think about the second project at all after the competition. "At least let me relax now."

"The first project is the fire dragon. I don't know how dangerous the second project is!" Ron said firmly, "You must be fully prepared."

"You're starting to sound more and more like Hermione now," Harry muttered, but Ron heard it clearly.

Ron curled his lips, "At least I think Professor Moody is right. The person who threw your name into the Goblet of Fire must have wanted to kill you."

"But...where's Hermione?" They had already walked to the auditorium, but Hermione was not at the dinner table. Later, they went to the library to look for her, but she was nowhere to be seen.Viktor Krum was the only one there.

Ron lingered behind the bookshelf for a while, looking at Krum, while quietly arguing with Harry about whether to ask him for his autograph - but then Ron found six or seven girls hiding next to the row of bookshelves, doing the same thing. Controversy filled the gap, and he lost enthusiasm for the idea.

"That's strange, where has she gone?" said Ron as he and Harry returned to Gryffindor Tower.

"I don't know...nonsense."

As soon as the Fat Lady began to turn forward - the gibberish was the command - there were rapid footsteps behind them, and Hermione arrived.

"Harry!" she said breathlessly, stopping beside Harry (the fat lady looked down at him and raised her eyebrows), "Harry, you must come - you must come, I think I have a clue."

"Members?" Ron was a little surprised.

"Yes," Hermione said, "I think our golden eggs should be the same, so you can just come over here. My things are all placed on the eighth floor. I have a guess, but we need to verify it together. "

"What happened?"

Hermione grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him down the corridor.

"You'll understand when we get here," Hermione pulled Harry and ran upstairs.

Harry turned to look at Ron, and Ron looked at Harry, looking confused.

"Okay," Harry said, walking up the corridor with Hermione, and Ron quickened his pace to follow.