A certain broken Hogwarts

Because Owen had rewound time by three hours, there was still some time before the arithmetic divination class began. He simply found an empty, secluded classroom, sat by the window basking in the sunlight, and examined the tea dregs pattern he had copied in divination class.

He looked at the pattern over and over for a long time, even flipping through the book "Seeing the Future Through the Fog" to compare it carefully, but he still couldn't see any ominous signs of death in it.

He felt that this kind of thing relied entirely on each person's imagination, and different people would have different interpretations. Perhaps some wizards with prophetic talents could indeed see something different.

Irving crumpled the parchment in his hand into a ball, accepting the fact that he didn't have any prophetic talent.

He then considered Trelawney's words, her prophecy that she would be consumed by the shadow of death...

While Trelawney's predictions under normal circumstances are not very reliable, they also have some basis in fact, though they are not entirely nonsense... Owen thinks it's quite mysterious.

Regardless of whether the other party is exaggerating or not, he must be mentally prepared to deal with danger in advance.

"A terrifying shadow..." He tapped the table lightly with his pale, slender fingers, his dark eyes narrowed into slits, his whole being shrouded in a mysterious and dangerous aura, yet possessing an indescribable, alluring charm.

"Dementors? Dark Guardians?" Owen looked down at his palm, wisps of black mist condensing from his fingertips, making the surrounding temperature seem to instantly become much colder.

He abruptly clasped his hands together, shook his head, and pursed his lips slightly: "That big black dog that represents 'ominous'? Or rather... Voldemort?"

These all seem to fit the description of a "terrifying shadow".

"Or does the shadow not refer to a specific thing, but just a symbolic image?" Owen continued tapping the table. "Being swallowed by the shadow of death... death... the Exterminator?"

"Or perhaps, being caught in the crossfire of an attack targeting Harry, or being used or targeted by Bellatrix?" This could indeed put him in danger.

Irving, one hand on his chin, was lost in thought, the bright sunlight streaming in from the window outlining a soft golden edge around him.

When it was almost nine o'clock, he packed his things and rushed to the arithmetic divination classroom, sitting in a seat that was neither too far nor too close to the podium.

Hermione was sitting in the front row, and Owen could see her fluffy, voluminous hair.

The arithmetic divination class was taught by Professor Setima Victor, a stern-faced witch who reminded Owen of his math teacher and headmaster from his previous life.

When the bell rang, Professor Victor clapped his hands and said, "Although this lesson is called Arithmetic Divination, I will not teach you to identify blurry images in crystal balls or to find mystical meanings in random shapes."

"I will teach you to use meticulous calculations to discover the mysteries within numbers, to see through the essence of magic, and to predict the various possibilities of the future."

"Of course, I imagine most of you would find it hard to appreciate the extraordinary charm and magical allure hidden within numbers and charts, but that won't lower my expectations..."

After Professor Victor finished his opening remarks in a serious and methodical manner, he asked everyone to open their books on numerology and grammar. He then wrote various numbers and formulas on the blackboard and drew diagrams in neat rows and columns.

Arithmetic divination class was indeed tedious, like returning to a math class in his past life, but Owen listened with great interest. He didn't dislike math; his math grades had always been quite good in his previous life, so he learned quickly when studying arithmetic divination, a subject that required strong logical thinking skills.

Hermione, sitting in the front row, was especially excited. Throughout the class, her hand was raised high, and Professor Victor was generous in giving her extra points.

Overall, this lesson is more like the Eastern divination method of the I Ching, finding hidden mysterious patterns in complex numerical and graphical calculations, while the divination part is more like a combination of statistics and probability.

Time passed slowly and peacefully until the bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class. Professor Victor assigned a paper as homework and then hurriedly left the classroom.

"Oh my god, this is so hard and so boring!" Owen heard a little witch behind him complain.

"...I think this is really interesting, much more interesting than Divination lessons," Hermione said to her friend. "Divination lessons are complete nonsense!"

Owen leisurely packed up several sheets of parchment used for calculations, left the classroom, and headed to the greenhouse for his herbal medicine class.

Professor Sprout, who taught her herbal medicine, was delighted to see him. She told Owen in a good mood that some of the herbal seeds he had given her last semester had sprouted and that she planned to take him to see them.

"Some of them will have to wait until this winter and next spring to be planted," Professor Sprout said kindly, chatting with Irwin about the cultivation methods for moon orchids.

Harry and his friends rushed over just as the school bell was about to ring, their breaths ragged and faces flushed. The journey from the Divination classroom on the top of the North Tower was quite a distance.

"Owen, what are you doing here? Didn't you say you were going to your arithmetic and divination class?" Daphne tilted her head, looking confused and bewildered, appearing somewhat dazed.

Facing a barrage of curious and questioning glances, Owen smiled and said, "I've already finished."

"Could it be that you really learned the art of creating clones?" Harry looked at him curiously, feeling that it wouldn't be surprising if Owen came up with something unexpected. He looked at Owen's neatly styled hair with great interest, wanting to reach out and tap him to see if he would disperse like smoke.

"Don't get any funny ideas," Owen glared at him warily. Hadn't this guy already learned Occlumency? Why was his thought still written all over his face?

When the herbalism class began, he suddenly felt his stomach rumble; he was hungry. He then realized that five or six hours had passed since breakfast.

"Hmm, looks like I need to make a time management schedule to prevent my life from becoming a complete mess." Owen thought to himself, swallowing hard as he stared at the bright red berries hanging on a few herbs.

Eating secretly in class is obviously impolite and lacks manners. Irving endured the herbalism class hungry, and his shiny, smooth hair seemed to have become limp.

After hurriedly returning to the auditorium and eating two grilled sandwiches and a stew, he finally perked up. He then slowly drank a refreshing glass of orange juice, packed a sandwich and fries into his bag, and planned to eat them in the afternoon.

The afternoon temperature grew even hotter, and Owen and his group left the castle, crossed the wide ground, and hurried to their first lesson on protecting magical creatures.

This class is always very popular with the young wizards; at least, everyone in the study group unanimously chose it.

Hagrid was standing at the door of the cabin waiting for his classmates. He was wearing a mole-skin coat, and his big hound, Tooth, stood at his feet, panting and sticking out his tongue.

"Come on, follow me!" Hagrid shouted. "I have something good to show you today!" With that, he led the way toward the Forbidden Forest.

"Could it be that we're going to the Forbidden Forest?" Harry wondered, though he seemed a little excited. Aside from going into the Forbidden Forest with Owen last semester to act out a scene with Voldemort, he hadn't explored it before, and he felt a little regretful about it.

"That's a great idea! Let's go for a picnic in the Forbidden Forest," Draco said slowly. "And then play a game of cat and mouse with the monsters there. How wonderful! Should we give ourselves a nice, fragrant bath beforehand?"

"Don't say that, Draco, Hagrid won't put us in danger..." Harry suddenly choked up. He realized that Hagrid's perception of danger was quite different from that of normal people; even the Basilisk was a pitiful little creature in his eyes.

He was already imagining himself being gored by the horn of a wild boar the size of a small mountain, and Hagrid would probably look at him with astonishment and say, "How can such a cute little thing hurt someone?"

"Speechless now, huh?" Draco said smugly, looking as if he had won a battle. He waved the thick book in his hand, "The Book of Monsters," which was tightly bound with rope and struggling desperately: "Look at this, a textbook that's ready to bite our hands off at any moment!"

Harry looked at the book bound like a dumpling in his hand, speechless, and twitched the corner of his mouth.

Owen hugged his textbooks to his chest and casually remarked, "Actually, just stroking the spines will keep them behaving for a while." His textbooks were also tied up, because he didn't have the time to touch them every now and then.

Harry quickly touched his book and saw that it had finally stopped struggling. He removed the string from the textbook and successfully opened it.

"As expected, Irving can do everything..." he thought admiringly.

"Oh, what an incredibly simple method..." Draco muttered. "You'd better keep petting it, or it might bite your head off when it realizes what's happening."

As they were talking, Hagrid had already led them around the Forbidden Forest and to the edge of the small enclosure. Harry glanced back at the Forbidden Forest, looking somewhat disappointed.

"Okay, first you need to open your textbooks!" Hagrid shouted, making them gather around the fence.

"Oh, you couldn't open it?" He seemed a little bewildered, but when he saw Owen and the others, it was like seeing a savior. "Ah, right, how did you open the textbook? Harry, you tell me?"

"Touch the spine of the book, this is where Owen found it..." Harry said.

Hagrid was overjoyed and loudly added ten points to their tally.

Then, somewhat hesitantly, he said, "Okay, the textbooks are ready... Now, we need Fantastic Beasts... Oh, right, I'll go get them, wait a minute..."

He abandoned everyone and disappeared into the forbidden forest.

Draco scoffed, about to utter a sarcastic remark, but was stopped by Harry's gaze. He snorted coldly, chin held high, and drawled, "Give me a break, Harry. He's just not cut out for this. If my dad knew the money he spent at Hogwarts was being used to hire teachers of this... this caliber, he'd have a heart attack..."

"You should at least attend one class before you give your evaluation, Draco," Daphne said calmly.

Just as the students were whispering amongst themselves, Hagrid trotted over, leading a dozen or so animals. These magical creatures had the bodies, hind legs, and tails of horses, but their forelegs, wings, and heads resembled those of eagles, with bright, large, orange eyes.

"A hippogriff!" Hagrid roared happily. "Isn't it beautiful?"

Owen observed the strange animals with great interest. They were clearly fierce, but also quite beautiful. Their fur shimmered and gleamed, the feathers transitioning seamlessly from their heads and necks to their tails, each a different color. Their bright, large eyes stared sharply at the group, and their sharp beaks gleamed with a metallic sheen, making them look both majestic and beautiful.

Hagrid enthusiastically described their personalities and characteristics, and told everyone that if you make eye contact with it and then bow, and it bows back to you, you can touch it, or even ride it.

"Of course, never insult them, or you could lose your life," he emphasized.

Hagrid had Harry demonstrate, and then had Harry ride the hippogriff "Buckbeak" around in the air.

When Harry slid off Buckbeak's back with a comically messy hairstyle, the class felt more confident. They cautiously approached the enclosure, mimicking Harry's movements.

Irving and Blaise teamed up and chose a black hippogriff. The two approached it, stared intently into its eyes, and then slowly bowed to it.

The harpy-headed horse-like creature gave a lazy bow, allowing the two men to come and touch its shiny fur.

"These big guys are pretty cool, aren't they?" Blaise patted its mouth and clicked his tongue.

Owen nodded, gently stroking the feathers on the hippogriff's neck. The smooth feathers were soft and warm, but they didn't feel as good as Nyx's, let alone the lovely Melete.

Hmm, just thinking about Melete makes him itchy to pet a cat. Too bad Melete is probably sleeping in his dorm right now.

Meanwhile, Harry was standing with Draco, facing Buckbeak. Due to a vague sense of foreboding and his long-standing knowledge of Draco's unreliable nature, Harry felt he should keep a close eye on him to prevent the guy from causing any trouble and ruining Hagrid's first lesson.

"It's easy, I dare say it's not dangerous at all..." Draco patted Buckbeak's mouth, arrogantly raising his chin, but the occasional glances he gave it betrayed his curiosity.

"Say less! Hagrid said they're proud." Harry said sternly, his face stern, staring at Draco just like Professor McGonagall, as if the other party might suddenly explode.

"Okay, okay..." Draco muttered, then suddenly reached out and tugged at a particularly prominent feather on Buckbeak's neck. The hippogriff impatiently pushed it aside with its beak, refusing to let him touch it again.

Harry stared at Draco with a complicated expression. He knew it; this guy always had a knack for making fools of himself at crucial moments, just like Owen.

For the remainder of the lesson, Hagrid had several people ride on hippogriffs and fly around in the air a few times. Apart from Neville accidentally falling from mid-air, nothing else went wrong, which was a relief.

Neville was terrified. After slipping off the hippogriff's back, he fell a short distance in the air before the hippogriff grabbed his legs with its claws and laid him upside down on the ground. Although he wasn't injured, his face turned pale.

Draco mocked him for a while, but he couldn't fly up into the sky either, because Buckbeak refused to carry him. He glared at Buckbeak for a long time, both of them looking increasingly arrogant, until Harry stepped in between them.

When the class finally ended, Harry wiped the sweat from his brow, feeling utterly exhausted. Heaven knows how hard he had tried to suppress Draco's restless, reckless impulses.

The students chattered excitedly as they walked into the castle. Hagrid was overjoyed; his face was flushed red beneath his unkempt black beard, and he hummed a little tune while slapping the beak of his hippogriff.

"Oh, right, Harry!" He leaned closer to Harry and whispered in his ear, "Sirius entrusted your snake to me, hmm, are you sure you want me to leave it in the Forbidden Forest?"

"Nagini?" Harry raised his eyebrows in surprise. He hadn't expected Sirius to actually bring Nagini to Hogwarts.

"Yes, that's its name." Hagrid scratched his head, giving him a strange look. "I didn't expect you to keep snakes... I mean, do you prefer snakes?"

"No! Owen gave it to me." Harry quickly waved his hand. He didn't want people to think he liked keeping long, wet, and cold pets; that sounded like a dark wizard. He didn't want any more sensational rumors in Wizarding Weekly.

When Irving heard him call his name, he turned his head and glanced in his direction.

"It's alright, I don't think there's anything wrong with it... I know that Parsleyan wizards probably like keeping snakes." Hagrid was clearly not convinced.

Feeling his reputation had been damaged, Harry silently swallowed the bitterness in his throat and said in a low voice, "Sirius was worried about my safety, so he brought Nagini here to keep an eye out for potential dangers..."

"Nagini is clever; it gathers snakes in the Forbidden Forest to act as eyes and ears. You can release it into the Forbidden Forest; I've already told it that it won't attack people," Harry said.

Hagrid nodded, then suddenly slapped his forehead hard, saying with some annoyance, "Oh no, I forgot to assign homework!"

Harry coughed lightly, genuinely believing it was good news.

"Actually, Hagrid, I think this lesson is still too dangerous." He hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to try to persuade Hagrid to avoid any serious problems.

"What?" Hagrid looked very surprised, his black beetle-like eyes widened, and he raised his voice to say, "But everyone is happy."

"But Neville isn't happy at all," Owen said with a half-smile after hearing this.

"He wasn't hurt, was he?" Hagrid said sheepishly, his voice suddenly lowering. He had turned pale with fright when Neville slid off the hippogriff's back.

"He was lucky," Harry said. "Just imagine, if he'd had his leg broken by a hippogriff, or fallen from the sky and broken his neck..."

Hagrid hung his head dejectedly and said in a muffled voice, "I know, it's all my fault. I just wanted to make the first lesson interesting... I should have gotten some Floppy caterpillars and taught you how to raise them first..."

Hearing this, Owen couldn't help but interject, "Hagrid, do you want to be the students' least favorite teacher?"

"Of course not!" Hagrid shouted.

"So, who do you think would want to learn how to raise Floppy caterpillars?" Owen raised his chin slightly, his expression showing a hint of disdain.

"Oh, I was just thinking they're not dangerous, they're quite delicate," Hagrid said in a slightly flustered voice, as if he had done something wrong. "I thought you guys would enjoy taking care of small animals, wouldn't you?" He looked at Harry, hoping for some approval.

Harry's lips twitched. He was willing to take care of some small animals, but definitely not Flobber Caterpillar!

Seeing the strong refusal on Harry's face, Hagrid lowered his head pitifully.

Owen clicked his tongue and said with a profound look, "Hagrid, you don't understand us at all. At this rate, you're definitely going to be number one on the list of Hogwarts' most unpopular professors."

"But I'm always unpopular, always have been..." Hagrid lowered his head even further, looking just like a wronged black bear.

"But no one is better at making someone popular than me." Irving raised his chin with a reserved air, a mischievous smug look flashing in his eyes.

Hagrid suddenly raised his head and looked at him expectantly.

Irving said in a lighthearted tone, "In fact, as long as you make your classes interesting, students will naturally like you. Like this class, although it was a bit dangerous, without a doubt, it really opened everyone's eyes."

"So, everyone likes hippogriffs. Can you think of any small animals that are as furry as hippogriffs, but smaller and less dangerous?" Owen coaxed.

Hagrid's eyes lit up. "Yes! Let me think, Niffler, Swallowtail, Catcat..." he counted on his fingers.

Irving looked pleased and continued, "Besides these, are there any gentle, human-friendly magical creatures?"

"Why don't we like Floppy caterpillars? Because they're not friendly at all and they won't reciprocate our care," he said, shaking his head.

Harry gave him a disapproving look. He was sure he didn't like Flobber caterpillars just because they were so ugly! Nobody likes big worms!

Owen raised his left eyebrow at him. But Hagrid's aesthetic sense regarding magical creatures was clearly different from that of normal people. He probably couldn't understand why the students didn't like Flobber Caterpillar, such a small, cute, and docile creature.

After listening to Owen's words, Hagrid cautiously asked, "What do you think of the Bowtruckle? Do you like it?"

"Of course." Owen clapped his hands with an innocent and expectant look on his face.

Harry puffed out his cheeks, almost bursting out laughing at his affected manner.

With Irving's guidance, Hagrid's confidence grew considerably. He patted his chest, promising that the next lesson would definitely satisfy them, and patted Irving on the shoulder with a look of gratitude and emotion, almost making him fall to the ground.

Owen finally managed to break free from Hagrid's grasp, rubbing his shoulder as he returned to the castle to attend his next class. (End of Chapter)