Chapter 256 A Different Class on Protecting Magical Animals

The surrounding treehouses suddenly twisted.

Zhang Xiao felt like he was flying, flying very fast and flying backward.

Various blurry clouds and shapes passed before his eyes, everything around him was moving backwards rapidly, and various noisy sounds formed a strange sound.

Finally his feet touched solid ground again, and the world became clear again.

Zhang Xiao found himself standing in the courtyard behind the auditorium, with golden sunlight shining on the ground and fountain water gurgling. There were very few people around, and no one seemed to notice his presence.

"Zhang, didn't you just go there? Why are you back again?"

A little wizard who was not very familiar asked curiously. He was practicing the floating spell, and the target was the fallen leaves everywhere in the courtyard.

His friends were always around, for the little wizard often had strange accidents while practicing his spells.

For example, last time someone almost burned down the entire garden while practicing the disarming spell. Fortunately, another young wizard made a mistake while practicing the freezing spell and produced a lot of water.

Randomly finding a reason to cover up, Zhang Xiao quickly walked to a statue. This was an unknown witch holding a clay pot. As long as you stared at her for more than five seconds.

She will turn her head shyly, then squirt water from the clay pot and slap you in the face.

Zhang Xiao looked at it for a second or two and then turned away.

Before I got the time converter, I thought about a question. If I meditate by myself, I can stay still for several hours.

If you use the time turner at this time, how will you appear?

I looked at the time and saw that it was an hour ago. I should be heading to the restaurant for dinner, so I was in a 'delegate' state now.

But I remember everything I did an hour before I came back.

Zhang Xiao rubbed his hair a little irritably. Zhang Xiao felt that his brain was about to be overloaded. This kind of theory involving time always has problems of one kind or another.

Zhang Xiao simply went directly to the big common room, went to the place where he had done experiments before, and then found a small cabin to read quietly.

When the time was almost up, he put down the book and carefully came to the door of the experimental wooden house.

Watching myself shaking the dice in the bowl, I put on a blindfold.

Then he walked in and opened the bowl, just like in the memory.

"1-3-3-3-4-6" written on the blackboard with a magic wand

Will I flip the dice later, or for the sake of accuracy should I write down the numbers now?

Wait a minute, if the number I write on it is different from the number in the bowl, will I continue to move the dice?

This. What is this?

Zhang Xiao rubbed his forehead and felt that his brain was about to boil. He gritted his teeth and wanted to write the dialed numbers on the blackboard.

But when he wanted to pick up the pen, he was shocked to discover something else - he couldn't remember the number he dialed.

how so? Obviously I didn't remember it right just now. I only remembered that I would flip the dice, but other than the numbers in the bowl, I didn't remember the specific numbers.

Ten seconds passed in an instant, and Zhang Xiao simply stood in front of him.

But after taking off the blindfold, he opened the bowl as planned, as if he hadn't seen anything.

Zhang Xiao looked at himself with a complicated expression. He finally understood what Dumbledore meant when he said, 'the horrifying legends are all to scare you.'

He became invisible directly in front of him, okay?

Zhang Xiao simply sat down, face to face with himself, and watched him flip the dice.

The originally fuzzy memory immediately became clear. It turned out to be 1 o'clock.

So next, ‘I’ will shake the dice again, twice.

The result the second time was—well, it was exactly the same as before, I can’t remember it.

Zhang Xiao watched himself shaking the bowl, but his mind was racing wildly.

Just like the famous cat, the dice in this bowl can also be called ‘Zhang Xiao’s dice’.

First of all, I must make it clear that I am not from the future, but based on this moment.

But I have things in my mind about the future. Is this the script?

Looking at himself with his eyes closed, Zhang Xiao opened the bowl and wrote the numbers on the blackboard.

Did Dumbledore do any experiments?

It should have been done before, that is, the ones you told me, so what happened to the script?

There is also prophecy - according to Dumbledore, prophecy is an extremely lucky glimpse of the future at this moment.

Zhang Xiao watched in silence as he shook the bowl again.

I don't know the numbers here.

At this point, everything is clear.

If ‘I’ don’t move the dice, then I have the exact future in my head, and that’s the script.

But once I made the change, the future was completely different.

This is a false future.

What Dumbledore was trying to tell me was this, that the so-called future of the Time-Turner was just a rigid script.

It shows only one possibility of the future.

Zhang Xiao put away the things in front of him, stretched out, and put the time converter into his bag.

It's a good thing, but it doesn't stop there. It's equivalent to 8 more hours in a day.

So I still follow my own ideas and use all these 8 hours to improve myself.

As for the main body, I focus on learning magic.

All the courses that Hermione was obsessed with, uh, forget it, like Divination, Muggle Studies, Arithmancy, these courses didn't mean anything to her.

Hagrid's class was in the afternoon. The big man went to the restaurant in the morning and said happily that he had been waiting for today for a long time.

Malfoy was so worried that he didn't finish his breakfast. He imagined a series of extremely dangerous magical creatures such as giants and fire dragons.

Zhang Xiao found his classmates and walked towards Hagrid's hut together.

Yesterday's rain has stopped, the sky is clear and light blue, and the grass underfoot is soft and moist.

When walking down the slope to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, there were three very familiar figures walking in front of them. Harry, Ron and Hermione were holding books tied with ropes in their hands, as if they were carrying a meteor hammer.

Not just him, almost all the students who came to class did this. A few of them carried it in a cage, and the highly offensive book roared in the cage, looking for something to bite everywhere.

"Man, I think this class is guaranteed to lead to an accident."

Ron looked pale and showed the tooth marks on his arm to Zhang Xiao and Malfoy.

"I bet my savings of 12 Sickles and 6 Nuts that Hagrid will find this book very cute."

"Ron, while stroking the spine of a book can calm it down, that doesn't mean you can pull the bookmark strip.

That's its tail. "

Hermione shook her head, her expression slightly tired. The burden of using the Time Turner is actually not small. An hour's worth of information is suddenly crammed into your brain.

It was uncomfortable for everyone, even Zhang Xiao's body, which was both internal and external, was in a daze for a while.

"Hermione! It's a book! Since it's a book, why can't I use a bookmark strip?

I hate this book! "

Ron's face turned red, and looking at him, he wanted to tear the book into pieces.

"Weasley, everyone knows Hagrid's interests and hobbies, no one will bet with you."

Malfoy stretched his arms straight, trying to keep the monster book as far away from him as possible.

Even though his book was tied up, it was staring at him with the three weird animal eyes on the cover.

He seems to be thinking about where to bite.

Zhang Xiao and Harry looked at each other and sighed together.

Both of them persuaded Hagrid to continue taking classes according to last year's ideas, but after being cleared of his charges, Hagrid simply let himself go.

He said that last year's class was just an appetizer, and it was time for the little wizard to see the truly interesting and cute magical creatures.

He has also read the monster book. In fact, the content in it is not suitable for class. It only records legends and the like.

For example, demons, demons and the like, these things seem like stories even to wizards.

Modern wizards even believe that demons, devils and the like do not exist, and that those things the ancients saw were just lame transfiguration gone wrong.

Hagrid was waiting for his student by the door of the hut.

He was wearing a moleskin coat, and at his waist was his huge bolt-like wand - he had gone to Ollivanders to have it custom-made as soon as all charges were dropped.

The hound Fang was at his feet, seemingly eager to get going.

"Come on, come on, come on!" he shouted as the students approached.

"I have something good for you today! There will be an exciting lesson soon! Is everyone here? Okay, follow me!"

The third-year wizards stared. They were not very familiar with the gamekeeper of Hogwarts.

The only information available comes from seniors and seniors who took classes last year.

In their descriptions, Hagrid's classes were very interesting. The magical animals were docile and cute. It was as if he knew what the little wizard loved most.

Therefore, these little wizards had no doubts about Hagrid's so-called "wonderful lecture". They carried the monster book and followed him with smiles on their faces.

Only Zhang Xiao and the four little ones understood how hard it was for Hagrid to let himself go.

For an uncomfortable moment, everyone thought Hagrid was leading them into the Forbidden Forest.

Malfoy, Ron, and Harry became visibly nervous. They unconsciously held their wands and were always alert.

Apparently he was reminded of the unforgettable experience when a troll suddenly jumped out of him in the first grade.

Fortunately, Hagrid only led everyone along the edge of the forest. Five minutes later, they were already outside a paddock-like place.

Zhang Xiao looked at it for a while, but didn't see the legendary hippogriff.

Isn't this lesson about getting to know Buckbeak?

"Everyone come to this fence!"

Hagrid shouted gruffly, and the little wizards hurriedly gathered around.

“That’s right—stand where you can see me.

Now, the first thing you have to do is open the book—"

Seamus raised his hand:

"Hagrid - Professor (Hagrid couldn't help but smile)

This book will bite! "

Hagrid was a little surprised and scratched his head:

"Won't any of you open it?"

Hermione simply raised her hand: "Touch its spine!"

"Oh, very good, Hermione - oh, I mean Miss Granger, very good, fifty to Gryffindor - five to five!"

Hagrid was very excited. Although he had been a professor for a year, this was his first time teaching the four little ones.

He couldn't help but want to add many, many points to these 'cute' children.

Hagrid coughed twice to hide his emotions:

"Okay, let's open the book and turn to page 5 - by the way, does anyone think these books are cute?"

The little wizards looked at the three cold eyes on the cover and shook their heads in horror.

Ron and Malfoy shrugged and spread their hands together, making an expression of expected.

"Okay." Hagrid was very disappointed and looked dejected: "I thought you would like this book."

He cheered up and pulled out his huge wand from his belt (the little wizards thought it was used to hit people).

"I have been looking for Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall for extra lessons during the summer vacation, um - to make up for the missed lessons."

Hagrid seemed to be showing off his learning results. He waved the "bolt" with a whimpering wind like a giant waving a big stick.

The little wizard had no doubt that even if the spell failed, this wand would beat its enemy to death.

A huge golden birdcage appeared in the open space between the trees.

In the birdcage was a strange bird with very bright colors.

Hagrid chuckled, put his wand back in, and said loudly:

"Page 5 - Legend has it that there was once a very evil and powerful bird.

When it appears and sings, people will lose their minds and fight each other, and it likes to watch humans fighting."

Malfoy whispered: "Oh - is there really such a bird? This is disgusting."

Harry nodded in agreement unconsciously. The two looked at each other, made a retching expression, and immediately rubbed towards their respective camps.

"Of course, whether this bird is real or just a legend is unknown now."

Hagrid pointed to the bird in the cage:

"But this bird is said to be its descendant. In this class, our main content is to get to know this very beautiful bird - the Hippogriff!"

It turned out to be the Hippogriff? Zhang Xiao had heard of the name of this bird. Although he didn't know where the Hippogriff had gone, it didn't prevent him from listening to Hagrid's class with interest.

"Does anyone know this bird?"

Hermione raised her arm as if she had heard the starting gun.

"Oh, H-Miss Granger."

"The feathers of the stork have long been a good material for fine quills.

Its song will eventually make those who hear it lose their minds-it is classified at the Ministry of Magic level: XXX, and can only be sold after being cast a Silencing Charm."

"Excellent, 10 points for Gryffindor!"

In the following time, Hagrid told many interesting stories about the stork.

For example, the weirdo Ulric once tried to prove that the singing of the stork is actually good for human health.

So he listened to it for three months without interruption.

He reported his findings to the Wizard Council, but unfortunately, no one in the Wizard Council believed him.

Because he came to the meeting with nothing on his head, only a small wig, but people walked closer and took a closer look and found that the wig turned out to be a dead badger.

Some people also mistook the call of the stork for the call of other birds, which led to big mistakes when using spells.

It must be said that Hagrid's understanding of magical animals is definitely qualified to be a professor. In his explanation, everyone quickly gained a certain understanding of the stork.

At the end, Hagrid also untied the silencing spell of the evil bird, so that everyone could listen to the very pleasant chirping.

Although he repeatedly assured that there would be absolutely no problems in the short term.

But after listening, Seamus said that he suddenly had a new understanding of a spell, and he did not disappoint everyone's expectations and caused a huge explosion.

The explosion scared the poor evil bird, and no matter how Hagrid persuaded it, it shut its mouth tightly.

In the end, the frustrated Hagrid could only let the little wizard leave the get out of class first, and he wanted to give the evil bird a reliable psychological counseling.

So on the first day of school, the little wizard was happy to get two early dismissals, and they were as happy as the Sniffers who picked up gold coins.

Ran wildly on the campus.

Well, a happy school day.

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The time converter is like this, no more fancy work, I will be dizzy if I go on.

Here I would like to borrow the comment of reader '~龙~风': He can only see the future after his clone begins without making any changes. If he changes the future, it will be inaccurate. If he does not move the dice , it will be accurate, but if he moves it, it will be inaccurate. The prediction of the future will not be fed back in real time with his behavior.

————————That’s about it.