Chapter 86: "The Dementor's Influence on Hagrid's Creatures"

"You said, why Hagrid's class was postponed?" Ron asked his two friends at the Gryffindor table at dinner on the first day of school.

"I don't know either." Harry said frustrated. If nothing happens, this afternoon's class should be Hagrid's "Magic Creature Protection Class". Although to be honest, Harry is not very impressed with this course. Interested, but out of encouragement to Hagrid, they still hope to go to his class as soon as possible to help him, because they know that Slytherin should go to class with Gryffindor, if they are not there, the generous Hagrid points What is it like to be bullied?

"Maybe it's a dementor." Hermione tentatively explained her reasoning.

Harry couldn't help but tremble, and still asked, "Hagrid met a dementor in school? Then we should hurry up and find Professor Dumbledore!"

The other students in Gryffindor all turned to look at them. No one would not be afraid and disgusted by that group of monsters.

"No, no," Hermione hurriedly denied. She didn't want to be charged with spreading rumors. It would not be good news to deduct points as soon as school starts.

"I mean..." Hermione tilted her head to recall, and then continued: "The magical creature that Hagrid raised may have been affected by a dementor." Since Harry was attacked by a dementor, After that, she checked the Dementor's information in her free time.

"Dementors feed on happy emotions. Generally, only people have complex emotions, so everyone will subconsciously think that their hunting objects are only people. This is true in most cases, because most animals' thoughts are a little confused. But there are exceptions." Hermione glanced at the dedicated classmates around her. Even some of Ravenclaw's students stretched their heads. She couldn't help but become a little proud, and then said in a higher tone: "Some animal The thinking is close to the wizard, but the intelligence level is relatively low, so it is also possible to be used as food by dementors."

"The creatures that Hagrid keeps may really be in trouble," Harry murmured. He has a deep understanding of the strange creatures of Hagrid, but he has to admit that those creatures are indeed very spiritual.

"Yes." Hermione nodded. Those dementors were also stationed in the Forbidden Forest, and Hagrid's creatures were affected.

"Look at my poor spot. He must have been affected. He has lost weight again." Ron glanced at his pet curled up under the table and felt distressed again. In his opinion, his mouse is very spiritual. .

"The state of Crookshanks is not very good," said Hermione, leaning on her cheek and not having any appetite as she looked at the hearty food in front of her. Her large ginger cat was also very clever, and was half raccoon. The cat's blood could instinctively distinguish good from evil.

"Don't mention your fat cat," said Ron disgustedly. He could keenly feel that Zebra trembled in fear upon hearing the cat's name.

"It's called Crookshanks, not Fat Cat," said Hermione, speaking each word with a serious expression. She hoped her friend would respect her pet, but it seemed this wish was difficult to come true.

"I don't care about this kind of problem. I just hope you can keep your cat locked up in the dormitory," said Ron, his tone worsening. The slightly relaxed relationship between them seemed to have cracked again.

"You don't need to worry about this," said Hermione irritably.

"Professor Trelawney is right. Some people are born with the wrong aura. I guess that cat, like its owner, isn't smart enough to be shown to dementors," said Ron, repeating what Professor Trelawney had said earlier that day in their divination class. Ron, who wasn't as good as Hermione in the class, felt that this was the only aspect in which he could have the upper hand.

Seeing the tension between them increasing, Harry quickly kicked Ron under the table, not wanting to get involved in their argument.

"You can take this kind of useless course. Compared to my arithmetic and divination course, this course is nothing but rubbish," said Hermione, her chest rising and falling sharply as her face turned red with anger. She was obviously upset by Ron's words and slammed the knife and fork in her hand onto the table with such force that the table shook and minced meat and carrots flew everywhere.

"My halo is wrong?" repeated Hermione in a questioning tone.

At this moment, she was very angry and her usually calm mind became heated.

"Then let me, a person with the wrong halo, come and make a prediction for our Mr. Ron Weasley," said Hermione, raising her voice. "You, redhead boy, there will be a bloody disaster tomorrow!" Hermione held onto the table and stared at Ron intensely, imitating Professor Trelawney's low tone.

This sounded more like a curse than a prophecy.

Then Hermione grabbed her schoolbag and stormed out of the cafeteria without looking back.

"She was crying," said Harry, staring blankly at Hermione's back as he saw her quickly walking away, raising the long sleeve of her right hand as if to wipe away tears from the corner of her eyes.

"It seems I'll definitely have good luck tomorrow," said Ron, frowning but still forcing a laugh. He elbowed Harry and said, "Harry, don't you think?"

Harry remained expressionless, not thinking that Ron would actually have good luck.