"What do you guys think, why was Hagrid's class postponed?" Ron asked his two friends at the Gryffindor table during dinner on the first day of school.
"I don't know either." Harry said with some disappointment. If nothing unexpected had happened, Hagrid's 'Care of Magical Creatures' class should have been this afternoon. Although, to be honest, Harry wasn't particularly interested in the class, but out of encouragement for Hagrid, they were hoping to go to his class as soon as possible to help him out. They knew that Slytherins would be in the class with Gryffindors, and if they weren't there, the kind-hearted Hagrid might be bullied badly.
"Maybe it's the Dementors." Hermione tentatively offered her reasoning.
Harry couldn't help but shiver, and still asked, "Hagrid encountered Dementors at school? Then we should quickly go find Professor Dumbledore!"
The other Gryffindor students turned to look at them. No one could help but fear and loathe those monsters.
"No, no, no." Hermione hurriedly denied. She didn't want to be accused of spreading rumors. Getting points deducted on the first day of school would not be good news.
"I mean..." Hermione tilted her head and recalled for a moment, then continued, "The magical creatures Hagrid is raising might be affected by the Dementors." Ever since Harry was attacked by Dementors, she had been looking up information about Dementors in her free time.
"Dementors feed on happy emotions. Generally, only humans have complex emotions, so everyone subconsciously believes that their hunting targets are only humans. In most cases, that's true, because the minds of animals are mostly somewhat chaotic, but there are exceptions." Hermione glanced at the surrounding students who were listening attentively, and even a few Ravenclaw students were leaning over. She couldn't help but feel a little proud, and then said in a louder tone, "The minds of some animals are already close to those of wizards, only their intelligence is lower, so it's possible that they could be regarded as food by Dementors."
"Then the creatures Hagrid is raising might really be in trouble." Harry murmured. He had a deep understanding of Hagrid's strange creatures, but he had to admit that those creatures were indeed very intelligent.
"Yeah." Hermione nodded. The Dementors were also stationed in the Forbidden Forest, so it was only natural that Hagrid's creatures would be affected.
"Look at my poor Scabbers, he must have been affected too. He's gotten thinner again." Ron glanced at his pet curled up under the table and felt sorry for him again. In his opinion, his rat was very intelligent.
"Crookshanks isn't doing very well either." Resting her cheek on her hand, Hermione looked at the lavish meal in front of her but didn't have much appetite. Her ginger-colored cat was also very clever and had half Kneazle blood, able to instinctively distinguish between good and evil.
"Can you not mention your fat cat?" Ron said with some disgust. He keenly felt Scabbers tremble in fear after hearing the cat's name.
"His name is Crookshanks, not fat cat." Hermione said, word by word, with a serious expression. She hoped her friends could accept her pet, but that wish seemed difficult to fulfill.
"I don't care about that kind of thing, I just hope you can lock your cat in the dormitory properly." Ron's tone became nasty, and the slightly eased relationship seemed to be cracking again.
"That's none of your business." Hermione retorted unhappily.
"Professor Trelawney was right, some people's auras are just not right. I guess that cat, like its owner, isn't smart enough to be noticed by Dementors." Ron was also worked up and directly brought up what Professor Trelawney had said in divination class that morning. Ron, who wasn't as good at academics as Hermione, felt that this was the only area where he could have a slight advantage.
Seeing the atmosphere becoming increasingly tense, Harry quickly kicked Ron under the table. Regardless of who was right or wrong in this matter,
Ron was indeed going too far. Even Professor McGonagall sneered at Professor Trelawney's course, but Ron was using it to attack Hermione. What's more, they were good friends, and hurtful words said by someone you care about always leave deeper scars in your heart.
"You can go ahead and take that useless course, compared to my Arithmancy, that course isn't even worth garbage." Hermione's chest rose and fell rapidly, her face flushed, obviously angered by Ron's words. She immediately retorted, and slammed the knife and fork in her hand onto the table with a bang, with such force that the table shook a few times, and the minced meat and carrots in the plate flew everywhere.
"My aura isn't right?" Hermione repeated Ron's words with a seemingly questioning tone.
At this moment, she was extremely angry, and her usually calm mind began to heat up.
"Then let me, the person whose aura isn't right, make a prediction for our Mr. Ron Weasley." Hermione raised her voice, "You, the red-haired boy, will have a bloody disaster tomorrow!" Hermione leaned on the table, staring closely at Ron, imitating Professor Trelawney's deep tone.
More than a prediction, it was actually more like a curse.
Then, Hermione grabbed her bag, and walked out of the hall without looking back.
"She's crying." Harry stared blankly at Hermione's back, seeing her walking quickly while raising the long sleeve of her right hand. He guessed that Hermione was wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes.
"Looks like I'll definitely have good luck tomorrow." Ron frowned, but still forced a smile. He nudged Harry with his arm: "Harry, don't you think?"
Harry was expressionless. He didn't think Ron would really have good luck at all.
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