The rest of the time, Hermione was much more well-behaved.

Hold the teacup honestly and study seriously.

Although……

Like Harry, she still thought that reading tea leaves to interpret fate was outrageous.

Until the end of get out of class.

The young wizards obeyed Trelawney almost everything she said. Even though they were not as perceptive as Harry, they could tell that the professor had made a true prophecy in front of them.

The little wizards walked out of the classroom and started discussing excitedly.

Hermione still held the parchment in her hand, thinking hard: "What does this prophecy mean?"

"Red-haired crow..."

She raised her head and looked at Ron.

Ron raised his hand and touched his hair: "Although I have red hair, I am not a crow, right? I am a living person."

"Can a crow beat a cat?" Harry asked Hermione seriously.

Before Hermione could reply, Ron broke through his defense, waved his wand, and the book flew towards Harry: "This is not going to work, is it?"

Harry waved his wand defensively. "I'm serious."

"Maybe you can find something in common between you and the crow."

Hermione mused. "Like a hoarse voice?"

"Edible," Harry added.

Ron became even more embarrassed and annoyed, waving his wand around.

Filch suddenly appeared, just like Peeves always appeared next to the Weasley brothers, he always appeared next to every student who violated the rules.

"Mr. Potter, it is best not to use spells like this in the corridor." Filch said gently.

The little wizard passing by looked at Harry in surprise.

I am very envious.

Potter's charm is so great that it can even warm up Filch's face. When he faces this group of people, his face is almost as stinky as Snape's.

"Excuse me, Mr. Filch." Harry waved his wand, and all the books immediately lined up neatly and floated behind them.

Filch nodded and said shyly, "And thank you. Mrs. Norris loved the rations you sent."

Harry was stunned: "No need to thank me, as long as she likes it."

Noticing the "she" in his words, Filch smiled even more brightly. "I won't disturb you from continuing your class. I wish you a happy semester."

He turned and left, continuing to picket other students who violated the rules.

"When did you give Filch a gift?" Ron was a little surprised. Harry was not someone who paid much attention to maintaining his social circle.

Harry was stunned and shook his head, "I don't know, maybe it was from Hedwig?"

"She made a lot of owl friends."

Hermione complained: "Crookshanks is also very kind to Hedwig. I saw Hedwig riding Crookshanks this morning and she was going somewhere to play."

"Hedwig is amazing." Ron sighed as he looked at the scratches on his hands.

When they walked back to the castle, Hermione stopped in front of the hall and said, "Harry, wait a minute. I'm going to the bathroom."

Ron counted on his fingers: "At least ten minutes."

He was very confused. They were all going to the bathroom, so why did girls take longer than boys? And they were wearing skirts.

But this time he miscalculated, and in less than three minutes, Hermione hurried back.

"Harry, let's go." Hermione came over naturally.

"Why are you so fast this time?" Ron was a little surprised.

Hermione shook her head: "There aren't many people here, no need to queue."

Harry sniffed, his eyes questioning, "Hermione, you smell different."

Hermione was startled, then lowered her head to smell it. The smell hadn't changed, still the faint herbaceous scent of sage: "What strange smell have I picked up?"

"No." Harry shook his head, "My smell has become much weaker."

Hermione blushed and glared at him fiercely: "What do you mean by your smell? What nonsense are you talking about?"

Harry paused and said seriously, "It's true. Not only mine, but also the smell in the Divination classroom has become much lighter. It doesn't seem like you have been in the bathroom for three minutes, but for fifty minutes."

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief: "You have a very sensitive nose."

"It has to do with something Professor McGonagall gave me, and it didn't make me miss another class."

A silvery-white flash passed through Harry's mind, reminding him of something. He lowered his voice and asked in a deep tone, "A tool for traveling through time?"

Hermione nodded.

Ron's eyes widened in surprise.

The Sorting Hat muttered, "I already know what it is."

Harry was also surprised to get a definite answer. Magic... could actually involve time? Was it an ancient bloodline like Ciri's?

This made him feel hot inside.

Go back to the past.

What powerful words.

They walked all the way to the Transfiguration classroom.

"Let me see that thing tonight?" Harry hesitated, but still asked Hermione.

Hermione was stunned, and then she thought of something and grabbed Harry's hand: "Harry, don't think too much. Professor McGonagall told me that we can't go back too far in time."

"and……"

"What has happened cannot be changed."

Harry said nothing, just nodded.

"I know you might want to try to do something, but that's not okay." Hermione said this, taking a deep breath, "It's dangerous, and even more dangerous for you."

Ron was a little confused at first, but as he listened, he gradually understood.

"Harry, it's a pity, but the dead cannot be resurrected. Even the legendary three holy relics cannot resurrect people." He also grabbed Harry's hand, but was thrown away by Harry.

"I know." Harry forced a smile, "I won't think too much about it, don't worry."

Hermione nodded, but her face didn't look reassured.

"Okay, okay." Harry sighed helplessly, "Then I won't look at that thing, but you better be careful."

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief: "This is for the best."

"Professor McGonagall also told me that it would be best to keep it a secret from you. If I can't keep it a secret, I won't let you come into contact with it."

“Who would have thought that the truth would be revealed on the first day?”

They walked towards the Transfiguration classroom, and Hermione and Ron deliberately changed the subject to a lighter one - this was because Hermione had heard in Arithmancy that the Weasley brothers had played a prank on Malfoy during breakfast.

The platinum-headed kid was admitted to the school infirmary on the first day - his tongue was swollen to be bigger than his body and his mouth was torn.

Gryffindor was deducted 100 points for this.

Slytherin was also deducted 100 points - because after the Weasley brothers drugged them, the little lions and snakes, who had not had any close contact for a whole summer vacation, couldn't help but feel the excitement in their hearts and had a hearty fight.

The little eagles were not willing to be outdone.

You Gryffindors are the only ones who can do this?

We are also good at catching snakes.

The fight was vigorous.

The Badgers were in tears. Maybe... they still have a chance this year and try to win the College Cup again?

They quickly arrived at the Transfiguration classroom.

Professor McGonagall was waiting there early, her face extremely serious.

In the third grade, their textbook was changed to "Intermediate Transfiguration", which also involved a more dangerous transformation direction - human body transformation.

They began experimenting with deforming human tissue.

In the first lesson, you have to transform your hair into any plant or animal.

This made the whole class weird.

Simo was very cautious, worried that he might hit his head.

Hermione attempts to turn her hair into gold.

Harry conjured up snake hair that crawled on his head, making the little lions very frightened. Oh... even if he could turn into an animal, he could make it a little cuter?

At least not a snake.

Waiting for a struggling Transfiguration class to be over.

The young wizards packed their schoolbags and rushed to the last class of the morning, which was also the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class of the year.

The little lions made a bet.

What kind of joke will this year's professor make? Will he be worse than Lockhart?

Neville said that Lockhart was almost the lower limit of professors, and it would be difficult to find another wizard who could match him - unless he did it himself.

When they arrived at the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Lupin was not there yet.

He walked in almost as the school bell rang.

He spoke directly, which was completely different from his image: "Good morning. I heard from Professor Dumbledore about your situation in the past two years. It was quite bad."

"So, everyone put your textbooks back into your bags. You'll only be using your wand today."

"Let's go to another classroom and have a practical lesson."

The little lions looked a little strange.

The first lesson Lockhart gave them was also a practical lesson, and the group of blue-skinned elves did not leave them with much of a pleasant impression.

They watched Harry stand up and thought that even if this professor was unreliable, at least there was Potter.

So without hesitation, he put down his schoolbag, followed Lupin out of the classroom, crossed the corridor and turned a corner.

Peeves came down with a whoosh.

"Lupin is a lunatic and a fool, Lupin is a lunatic and a fool!"

He sang and held a piece of chalk, throwing it at Lupin.

The little wizards were a little surprised.

Although Peeves, like the Weasley brothers, is extremely fond of playing pranks, he has always been respectful to his professors, even Lockhart last year.

This is……

Like them, no longer trusting the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?

"If I were you, I wouldn't treat a professor like this." Lupin waved his wand, and the chalk in the sky stopped in front of him.

Peeves still refused to give up and stubbornly threw chalk at Lupin.

Lupin sighed and turned to look at the young wizard: "Here, I will teach you a very useful little spell."

"Pay attention to my gesture. It only needs to be lifted lightly but quickly."

"Wadiwasi!"

The chalk flew backwards quickly and hit Peeves hard.

The naughty elf couldn't help but cry out in pain. He held his head, dodged the chalk he had thrown, and ran away cursing.

"If Peeves does this to you in the future, or if you have any small items with you." Lupin waved his wand again, and all the chalks gathered together and were thrown into the trash can, "You can use this to deal with Peeves. It's a very practical little spell."

The little wizards couldn't help but applaud, their eyes shining.

It looks like...

This year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor seems to be very reliable?