Chapter 471

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Harry, Ron, Hermione, they quietly walk down the stairs of Professor Trelawney's divination classroom and head for Professor McGonagall's metamorphosis class.

The distance between the two classrooms is so far that, although they left the divination classroom very early, they can only catch up with it just before the bell rings.

Harry and they chose a seat in the back right of the classroom, but Harry still felt as if he was sitting under a very bright light The rest of the class continued to watch him in private as if he were going to die at any time.

Harry was very strange. It was clear that he and Ron Hermione had a hard time arriving before class. How could they get here? He suddenly found that not only the students who had just taken divination class, but also those who had not gone to divination class had already known about his "dying" situation?

Harry tried to ignore other people's eyes, forcing himself to listen carefully to Professor McGonagall's teaching them about Animagus, but didn't notice that she had turned her eyes around her eyes into the eyes of a tabby cat.

"Seriously, what's wrong with you today?" Professor McGonagall said he gently turned himself back and looked at all the students. "Although it's no big deal, this is my first time in my metamorphosis class, and I didn't get a round of applause."

Everyone turned to look at Harry again, but no one spoke.

Then Hermione raised her hand. "I'm sorry, Professor McGonagall! We just had our first divination class, and we learned to read the tea and.

"Ah, I see!" Professor McGonagall said, with a sudden frown, "you don't have to talk about Miss Granger. Tell me, are you going to die this year? "

All eyes turned to Professor McGonagall.

"It's me." Said Harry, raising his hand.

"I knew it!" Professor McGonagall looked at Harry with her pearly eyes and said, "then you should know, Potter! Since her arrival at the school, Professor Trelawney has predicted the death of a student every year. But none of them died at all. Seeing death signs is her way to welcome a new class and her favorite. I'm not saying bad things about my colleagues... "

Professor Mai stopped suddenly and everyone saw white smoke coming out of her nostrils.

"Divination is the least rigorous branch of magic," she continued in a calmer tone. I don't deny that I have no patience for it. Real prophets are rare, and Professor Trelawney

The meaning is obvious.

Professor McGonagall stopped again and said in a very serious tone, "I don't think you have any problems with your health, Potter! So If you don't hand in your homework today, you will be sorry for me. I promise you, if you die, you don't have to finish it. "

Hermione laughed.

Harry felt very relaxed, too.

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Harry, Ron, Hermione, they quietly walk down the stairs of Professor Trelawney's divination classroom, and then walk to Professor McGonagall's metamorphosis classroom.

The distance between the two classrooms is so far that, although they left the divination classroom very early, they can only catch up with it just before the bell rings.

Harry and they chose a seat in the back right of the classroom, but Harry still felt as if he was sitting under a very bright light The rest of the class continued to watch him in private as if he were going to die at any time.

Harry was very strange. It was clear that he and Ron Hermione had a hard time arriving before class. How could they get here? He suddenly found that not only the students who had just taken divination class, but also those who had not gone to divination class had already known about his "dying" situation?

Harry tried to ignore other people's eyes, forcing himself to listen carefully to Professor McGonagall's teaching them about Animagus, but didn't notice that she had turned her eyes around her eyes into the eyes of a tabby cat.

"Seriously, what's wrong with you today?" Professor McGonagall said he gently turned himself back and looked at all the students. "Although it's no big deal, this is my first time in my metamorphosis class, and I didn't get a round of applause."

Everyone turned to look at Harry again, but no one spoke.

Then Hermione raised her hand. "I'm sorry, Professor McGonagall! We just had our first divination class, and we learned to read the tea and.

"Ah, I see!" Professor McGonagall said, with a sudden frown, "you don't have to talk about Miss Granger. Tell me, are you going to die this year? "

All eyes turned to Professor McGonagall.

"It's me." Said Harry, raising his hand.

"I knew it!" Professor McGonagall looked at Harry with her pearly eyes and said, "then you should know, Potter! Since her arrival at the school, Professor Trelawney has predicted the death of a student every year. But none of them died at all. Seeing death signs is her way to welcome a new class and her favorite. I'm not saying bad things about my colleagues... "Professor Mai stopped suddenly and everyone saw white smoke coming out of her nostrils.

"Divination is the least rigorous branch of magic," she continued in a calmer tone. I don't deny that I have no patience for it. Real prophets are rare, and Professor Trelawney

The meaning is obvious.

Professor McGonagall stopped again and said in a very serious tone, "I don't think you have any problems with your health, Potter! So If you don't hand in your homework today, you will be sorry for me. I promise you, if you die, you don't have to finish it. "

Hermione laughed.

Harry felt very relaxed, too.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, they quietly walk down the stairs of Professor Trelawney's divination class and head for Professor McGonagall's metamorphosis class.

The distance between the two classrooms is so far that, although they left the divination classroom very early, they can only catch up with it just before the bell rings.

Harry and they chose a seat in the back right of the classroom, but Harry still felt as if he was sitting under a very bright light The rest of the class continued to watch him in private as if he were going to die at any time.

Harry was very strange. It was clear that he and Ron Hermione had a hard time arriving before class. How could they get here? He suddenly found that not only the students who had just taken divination class, but also those who had not gone to divination class had already known about his "dying" situation?

Harry tried to ignore other people's eyes, forcing himself to listen carefully to Professor McGonagall's teaching them about Animagus, but didn't notice that she had turned her eyes around her eyes into the eyes of a tabby cat.

"Seriously, what's wrong with you today?" Professor McGonagall said he gently turned himself back and looked at all the students. "Although it's no big deal, this is my first time in my metamorphosis class, and I didn't get a round of applause."

Everyone turned to look at Harry again, but no one spoke.

Then Hermione raised her hand. "I'm sorry, Professor McGonagall! We just had our first divination class, and we learned to read the tea and.

"Ah, I see!" Professor McGonagall said, with a sudden frown, "you don't have to talk about Miss Granger. Tell me, are you going to die this year? "

All eyes turned to Professor McGonagall.

"It's me." Said Harry, raising his hand.

"I knew it!" Professor McGonagall looked at Harry with her pearly eyes and said, "then you should know, Potter! Since her arrival at the school, Professor Trelawney has predicted the death of a student every year. But none of them died at all. Seeing death signs is her way to welcome a new class and her favorite. I'm not saying bad things about my colleagues... "

Professor Mai stopped suddenly and everyone saw white smoke coming out of her nostrils.

"Divination is the least rigorous branch of magic," she continued in a calmer tone. I don't deny that I have no patience for it. Real prophets are rare, and Professor Trelawney

The meaning is obvious.

Professor McGonagall stopped again and said in a very serious tone, "I don't think you have any problems with your health, Potter! So If you don't hand in your homework today, you will be sorry for me. I promise you, if you die, you don't have to finish it. "

Hermione laughed.

Harry felt very relaxed, too.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, they quietly walk down the stairs of Professor Trelawney's divination class and head for Professor McGonagall's metamorphosis class.

The distance between the two classrooms is so far that, although they left the divination classroom very early, they can only catch up with it just before the bell rings.

Harry and they chose a seat in the back right of the classroom, but Harry still felt as if he was sitting under a very bright light The rest of the class continued to watch him in private as if he were going to die at any time.

Harry was very strange. It was clear that he and Ron Hermione had a hard time arriving before class. How could they get here? He suddenly found that not only the students who had just taken divination class, but also those who had not gone to divination class had already known about his "dying" situation?

Harry tried to ignore other people's eyes, forcing himself to listen carefully to Professor McGonagall's teaching them about Animagus, but didn't notice that she had turned her eyes around her eyes into the eyes of a tabby cat.

"Seriously, what's wrong with you today?" Professor McGonagall said he gently turned himself back and looked at all the students. "Although it's no big deal, this is my first time in my metamorphosis class, and I didn't get a round of applause."

Everyone turned to look at Harry again, but no one spoke.

Then Hermione raised her hand. "I'm sorry, Professor McGonagall! We just had our first divination class, and we learned to read the tea and."Ah, I see!" Professor McGonagall said, with a sudden frown, "you don't have to talk about Miss Granger. Tell me, are you going to die this year? "

All eyes turned to Professor McGonagall.

"It's me." Said Harry, raising his hand.

"I knew it!" Professor McGonagall looked at Harry with her pearly eyes and said, "then you should know, Potter! Since her arrival at the school, Professor Trelawney has predicted the death of a student every year. But none of them died at all. Seeing death signs is her way to welcome a new class and her favorite. I'm not saying bad things about my colleagues... "

Professor Mai stopped suddenly and everyone saw white smoke coming out of her nostrils.

"Divination is the least rigorous branch of magic," she continued in a calmer tone. I don't deny that I have no patience for it. Real prophets are rare, and Professor Trelawney

The meaning is obvious.

Professor McGonagall stopped again and said in a very serious tone, "I don't think you have any problems with your health, Potter! So If you don't hand in your homework today, you will be sorry for me. I promise you, if you die, you don't have to finish it. "

Hermione laughed.

Harry felt very relaxed, too.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, they quietly walk down the stairs of Professor Trelawney's divination class and head for Professor McGonagall's metamorphosis class.

The distance between the two classrooms is so far that, although they left the divination classroom very early, they can only catch up with it just before the bell rings.

Harry and they chose a seat in the back right of the classroom, but Harry still felt as if he was sitting under a very bright light The rest of the class continued to watch him in private as if he were going to die at any time.

Harry was very strange. It was clear that he and Ron Hermione had a hard time arriving before class. How could they get here? He suddenly found that not only the students who had just taken divination class, but also those who had not gone to divination class had already known about his "dying" situation?

Harry tried to ignore other people's eyes, forcing himself to listen carefully to Professor McGonagall's teaching them about Animagus, but didn't notice that she had turned her eyes around her eyes into the eyes of a tabby cat.

"Seriously, what's wrong with you today?" Professor McGonagall said he gently turned himself back and looked at all the students. "Although it's no big deal, this is my first time in my metamorphosis class, and I didn't get a round of applause."

Everyone turned to look at Harry again, but no one spoke.

Then Hermione raised her hand. "I'm sorry, Professor McGonagall! We just had our first divination class, and we learned to read the tea and.

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