I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

hall.

There is divination class today.

Firenze was appointed by Dumbledore as the new professor of divination. Because of his handsome face, he gained a lot of fans before class.

Malfoy found John mysteriously, and asked in a low voice, "John, do you think horse people like horses or people?"

Once upon a time, John also had such doubts, but now...

He glanced at Malfoy, "What do you want to say?"

"Can you ask for me?" Malfoy was really curious.

John pointed in another direction, and said, "You can ask someone from Gryffindor to ask for such a rude and reckless thing for you."

Malfoy smiled mischievously, "I'm just curious."

He didn't want anything to do with Gryffindors, and the reason John beat him that time was because he looked like a Gryffindor.

During breakfast time, Daphne began to return to cooking.

John doesn't care what he makes.

Putting it in his mouth and feeling the harsh taste, he fell into thought.

"Isn't this Hagrid's rock cake?"

He looked at Daphne, and Daphne said, "Hagrid said you liked this."

John doesn't remember admitting it, but Daphne's rock cakes have a good taste, they can grind your teeth.

Swallowing the rock cake with difficulty, John felt that he should tell Hagrid not to be so confident.

It seems that Daphne has already started to try western dark cuisine.

He picked up the magazine and flipped through it, and when the time came, he set off for the divination class.

The location of the divination class has been changed, from the original astronomy tower to the NO.11 classroom on the first floor.

Probably because Firenze's horse couldn't climb the stairs.

John walked to the door of the classroom, pushed open the door and walked in, and the inside turned into a woodland.

He was standing in a glade.

The floor turned to soft moss, and fanned branches covered with lush foliage traversed the ceiling and windows.

Wisps of soft, dappled green light flooded the room.

He found a place with his back against the tree trunk and sat down, looking up, the centaur Firenze was watching him.

Firenze gave John a kind smile, stretched out his hand and said, "John Wick."

John shook that hand, nodded and said, "Professor Firenze."

"I've heard other people mention you," Firenze said to John. "You made some centaurs angry that time."

"Then let them be angry," John said with a smile. "If they want to find me, I welcome it."

"The centaurs don't hunt cubs," Firenze said.

"If that's their excuse," John said noncommittally, "I can take it with a grain of salt."

Firenze was speechless.

It can be seen from John's attitude that he doesn't seem to like the centaur.

Firenze, who was expelled, was helpless. He whispered, "The sparks are flickering, I hope you don't care about those things."

Mars, also known as Yinghuo, is a sign of war.

The centaurs have a complete and powerful inheritance on stargazing, and they can observe many things through formation.

John looked at the horseshoe bruise on his chest in surprise, and said unexpectedly, "You will still speak for them after you are expelled."

"I have no enmity with them." Firenze didn't want his group to do stupid things.

John shrugged and sat down.

After a while, Harry and Ron came over.

If Parvati and the others hadn't brought the two of them over, they might have seen them arrive at the Astronomy Tower.

Firenze greeted Harry the same way he saw John.

After the door is closed, it means that the class has begun.

Firenze did not hide the news of his expulsion, but he brought it up on his own initiative.

The students were very interested in the centaurs, and Harry's roommate Dean asked eagerly, "Does Hagrid feed you like the Thestrals?"

John really wanted to pull Malfoy over to show him that weak and reckless questions really suited Gryffindors.

"I'm not, I mean, sorry."

Fortunately, Dean still had some brains. Seeing Firenze looking at him slowly, he realized his mistake.

"The centaurs are not servants or pets of humans." Firenze was probably the most tempered among the centaurs, and he said quite calmly.

Parvati raised her hand to ask, she wanted to know why Firenze was exiled even more.

Firenze was exiled for agreeing to work for Dumbledore.

After speaking, Firenze didn't want to continue talking about this topic, and started class.

Magic was used in this classroom. He raised a hand, and the surrounding light changed and dimmed.

The stars are presented on the ceiling and it looks very beautiful.

John didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, listening to the gasps and exclamations around him.

Ron cried out loudly, and Firenze told them to lie down.

They had to learn to observe the stars, which was completely different from what Trelawney taught.

At the same time, Firenze mentioned the shining of Mars, which indicates that war will break out again in the near future.

They also lit the sage and observed the choking smoke inside.

This class was lively and interesting, much better than Trelawney's.

Even Lavender and Parvati, Trelawney's diehard fans, were swayed.

After class was over, John saw that Firenze had left Harry behind, and by the way, Ron was also left behind.

There is nothing strange about him, Firenze and the two talents are better than himself.

...

Harry wondered why he was being left behind.

Firenze asked, "Harry Potter, are you Hagrid's friend?"

"Yeah." Harry nodded.

"Then remind him for me that his efforts are useless." Firenze shook his head and said, "He'd better give up."

Harry looked confused, what is Hagrid trying to do?

"I wanted to remind Hagrid myself, but I've been exiled, and it's not wise to approach the Forbidden Forest now."

"But, what is Hagrid working on?" Harry wondered if Hagrid raised something else.

But Firenze refused to disclose it on the grounds of respecting Hagrid, only emphasizing that Hagrid's efforts were useless.

"John is also Hagrid's friend, why didn't you tell him?" Harry hesitated and still asked out of doubt.

Firenze was silent for a while, then said, "He's too dangerous."

"Danger?"

Let alone Harry this time, Ron was just as puzzled.

To be able to hear this word from the famously irritable horse population is as low as winning the Galleon Prize.

Their knowledge of John is still on campus.

No matter how good John was at school, he was still a student.

Firenze didn't want to talk too much about John, and added the last sentence, "He is more dangerous than any horrible creature you have ever seen, Harry Potter, you'd better stay away from him."

That sentence was still on Harry's mind as he left.

"More dangerous than any horrible creature I've ever seen?"

He looked at Ron and asked, "What do you think he meant by that?"

"Although I also think John is not easy to mess with," Ron said uncertainly, "but he should not be associated with danger."

It was rare for Ron to say something with a brain.

They were now in a delicate relationship with John, which Harry also felt was exaggerated.

Is it because John is too good?

Thinking of how often Snape used John's excellence to suppress him during the Occlumency practice, he felt a tightness in his chest.

This incident is just an episode, and after two classes, they will forget it.

By the time Conservation of Magizoology was in class, Hagrid was back to being wary again.

Trelawney's departure made him very worried that he would follow in his footsteps.

He has no prophetic blood, and if he is driven out, he will be completely homeless.

John saw Hagrid's worry, and comforted him during class: "Don't worry, you'll be fine."

"Not necessarily." Hagrid peeked gloomily at Umbridge who was listening.

Taking advantage of feeding worms to the Soundbird, he muttered in a low voice: "Sybill Trelawney has been fired, and I have the lowest score now."

He was a little disappointed, he was at the bottom, but now he is the lowest.

John didn't know how to tell him that if Umbridge fired Hagrid, he could end his career as an investigator early.

Umbridge stared at the two guys who were chatting in front of her like no one else, and she really wanted to fire them all.

But thinking of John's threat, she could only endure it and write down the account.

After class, John saw Harry walking back to Hagrid's hut, yelling that he forgot to bring the book back.

Malfoy mocked and said, "You see, he looks like a funny star."

The acting skills that even Malfoy can see, how bad it must be.

All John could say was that he had opened his eyes.

...

In some things, Neville had a greater advantage than John.

For example now.

Neville, holding Marvolo's sword, looked at the doors that opened to enter each student, and the red gemstones were shining brightly.

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