Reborn Harry Potter

Chapter 194 Time Turner!

When the Ravenclaw students returned to the dormitory.

"Zhang Qiu, what is on your bed? It seems to be a gift from someone." Zhang Qiu said.

Without raising his head, Zhang Qiu said, "It should belong to someone else, so put it on my bed."

Zhang Qiu took the books used this semester out of the book bag and placed them neatly on the desk.

"But here is a card with your name on it."

"Huh?" Zhang Qiu turned his head in doubt.

The exquisite packaging is unpacked, and there seems to be a streamer on the wooden handle.

"Ah! It's the Firebolt!" The friend in the dormitory exclaimed.

When everyone heard this sentence, they gathered around to watch the broomstick.

Zhang Qiu picked up the broomstick. Except for Harry, she couldn't guess that anyone else would give her something.

It's just...she asked suspiciously, "What are Firebolts?"

From the surprised eyes of her classmates, she could also see that this broomstick was very good.

But she is from a Muggle family, this is the Firebolt launched in the summer, and she has never been to Diagon Alley, so naturally she doesn't know anything about it.

Quidditch is indeed the most famous and popular game in the wizarding world, and a bunch of people immediately introduced the Firebolt to her.

"The best and fastest broom in the world right now..."

"It is said that within ten years, no other broomstick will surpass it."

"I heard that the price is as high as 6 yuan..." A girl who knew about it said enviously. (Note: RMB in 2000.)

Then came another surprise.

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The next day.

After a rainstorm yesterday, the UK, a country with gloomy weather most of the time, had a rare clear sky.

The sky is green and clear, and white clouds are floating in the sky.

The last hot tail of summer seems to have been carried away by yesterday's rain.

The weather is cool, the wind blows across the lake, and you can still feel a bit of chill.

Because there are new classes this semester, the third graders are holding the schedule to see what class to take.

Hermione frowned at her timetable.

Her schedule is different from other people's. It is densely packed with classes, and there are almost ten classes a day.

Harry took a look, nine o'clock, divination class, Muggle studies, and, arithmetic and divination class.

It seems that Professor McGonagall has gone crazy and randomly scheduled Hermione's classes.

No one can take three classes at the same time.

But Harry knew that if he took all the subjects in the third year, he would get the hidden item: Time-Turner.Of course, not everyone has this qualification. It must be so good that the teacher is willing to let you make this exception for you.If Ron, the last student in the whole year, had chosen all the courses, Professor McGonagall would only be waiting for him to talk to him and ask him to re-select the courses.

Time Converter: You can travel through time and use time multiple times.

That's right, such powerful props are only for Hermione to learn.

Presumably every family in the wizarding world has a Thanos' Infinity Gauntlet, otherwise how could it be so extravagant.

But this prop is not omnipotent, its travel time is limited to one day.

That is to say, time is like running water. Even if you use it for unlimited times, it will eventually flow away slowly and flow to the sun of tomorrow.

Although Professor McGonagall told Hermione not to tell anyone about the Time-Turner, Hermione wanted to tell him about it after seeing Harry's "concerned" look when she noticed her schedule.

Hmm... In fact, this is just Hermione's own misunderstanding.

"Harry, I have something to tell you." Hermione pulled out a pendant-like thing from her chest.

A tiny gold timepiece hangs from a thin gold chain.

"I know, Time-Turner," Harry said softly.

This thing is powerful, but it has many limitations.

When using it, you must not interfere with what has happened, let alone meet your past self.Otherwise, no one is sure what will happen in the past and future on the timeline.

Among them, there is a great horror.

And there have been wizards in history who killed their past or future selves by mistake.

Just as Hermione was about to explain, when she heard Harry speak, she said in surprise, "How do you know?"

"It's not a big deal." Harry withdrew his gaze: "Although learning is a commendable thing, I think you may be very tired. If what learning brings you is no longer happiness, but It's a heavy burden, so it's better not to use it."

Hermione nodded: "I want to try it first, but to be honest, I was really interested when I first started choosing courses, but now that I see so many courses, I really have a headache."

Just then, Hagrid walked into the Great Hall.

In his long moleskin overcoat, he was absently tossing a dead polecat with one large hand.

"Hagrid, how are you doing?" Hermione asked.

He stopped walking towards the staff table, and said enthusiastically, "You guys come to my first class! It's the first class in the afternoon! I got up at five in the morning and got everything ready ...But I'm still nervous, I hope the class goes well... I, finally became a teacher... Really..."

Smiling happily at Harry, he continued towards the staff table, still swinging the dead polecat.

"I don't know what he's preparing for?" Hermione said, with a hint of worry in her voice: "You know, he has a very different feeling from us about magical creatures."

Harry smiled softly: "This afternoon, it must have been a very smooth class."

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The first class in the morning is divination class.

The classroom is located in a remote room in the north tower. There is no door in the room. There is a staircase hanging from the ceiling. Students enter from the bottom up and stand on the floor of the classroom.

This is a strange classroom.It doesn't look like a classroom at all, it's not as bright as other classrooms, there is no blackboard, no podium, no neat rows of desks, it's more like a mixture of an attic and an old-fashioned teahouse.

There were at least twenty small round tables crammed inside, surrounded by calico armchairs and bulging futons.

Everything in the room was illuminated by a dim red light, the curtains were drawn tightly, and many lamps were covered with large crimson scarves.

It was suffocatingly hot here, and under the well-placed mantelpiece a fire was burning, and on it stood a great brass teapot, giving off a strong, sickly smell. .

Along the circular wall were shelves crowded with dirty quills, candle stubs, many battered playing cards, innumerable silver crystal balls, and a great heap of teacups.

Here I tried my best to create a smoky, mysterious and mysterious environment, but Harry only felt disgusted.

Harry didn't know if that Professor Trelawney had done it on purpose or not, but there were some trinkets on the cabinet that were slightly disorienting.

In the shadows, a soft, slow, and indistinct voice said: "Welcome to you, today's meeting is something I expected a long time ago, and I know each of you well."

"Okay, don't look surprised, sit down." Professor Trelawney walked into the firelight. She was very thin, and a pair of large glasses magnified her eyes several times.

She wears a light and transparent shawl decorated with many glittering sequins, countless beads and chains are hung on her thin and long neck, and many bracelets and rings are also worn on her arms and hands. , It's like a sorceress who pretends to be a ghost in the Muggle world.

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