Harry was surprised to see Hermione in the literature class. He remembered that Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were in the same class on Friday night.
"Hi, Hermione!" Harry greeted Hermione. Even though Ron and Hermione didn't seem to get along, Harry was on good terms with the girl. "Is anyone here?"
"Nope, take a seat." Hermione shook her head.
As soon as Harry entered the classroom, he noticed that the classroom was a little different from ordinary classrooms. There were no desks or chairs, only a long coffee table. On both sides of the coffee table were two sets of sofas. The students of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff sat on both sides, but because there were more students of Hufflepuff, some of the students of Hufflepuff also sat on the other side.
Harry rarely saw students from the four academies mingling together. Seeing the quiet and gentle Ravenclaw and the chatty Hufflepuff sitting together was quite a novel sight. On second thought, Gryffindor and Slytherin were sitting here last night …
"Hermione, wasn't Gryffindor's literature class last night?"
Hermione nodded and handed a stack of bound parchment to Harry while explaining, "I'll go with Jean again. Also, Hogwarts doesn't have a rule that says we can't skip classes."
Harry flipped through the parchment and saw a lot of strange names. He guessed that it was for the literature class. Harry even found a timetable tucked in between the parchment. "Damn, you skipped so many classes other than Gryffindor's?" Harry thought of his extremely empty class schedule, and then looked at Hermione's. He was so ashamed that he wanted to crawl into a hole and crawl into it. "And you even skipped a senior class. Oh, so it was a combat class …"
Hermione blushed. She snatched the timetable from Harry and stuffed it into her stationery bag. Jean, the "Phoenix" Grayley, who was sitting on the other side of her, chuckled. "I didn't expect Bucky and Jason to be so popular."
The three of them were sitting at the intersection of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. As soon as Jean said that, a Hufflepuff girl couldn't help but interject, "Are Mr. Baines and Mr. Todd not popular in America?"
The Ravenclaw girl next to her also joined in the conversation. "That's impossible. Mr. Todd is so … well, charming."
The Hufflepuff girl blushed and said, "I prefer Mr. Baines."
Thus, the topic suddenly turned into a discussion about which of the two teachers in the combat class was more handsome …
Harry asked Jean, "That's scary. Is Mr. Baines so popular in your school?"
Jean smiled meaningfully. "He's okay, but the atmosphere in our school isn't very good …"
When Professor Kamia came in, she was holding a thick stack of … magazines?
The female professor sat down at the head of the table and distributed the magazines to the students on both sides so that they could pass them down. Harry took the magazine and was puzzled when he heard Professor Kamia say, "This is the magazine edited and published by my husband, Xenophilius Lovegood, Antinomy …" Just when Harry thought she was going to advertise her magazine, Kamia continued, "This is the amount that hasn't been sold this month. I think it's useless to keep it there anyway, so I might as well give it to everyone to play with."
Play with origami.
Play with paper.
Play.
Play.
Harry held the magazine full of nonsense with mixed feelings. Kamia had already distributed the lecture notes and was introducing herself. "I'm your literature professor, Kamia Lovegood, but you can call me Kamia. I'm currently the least senior professor in Hogwarts. I've only been here for three years, and this course has only been open for three years, so as you can see, we don't have a textbook." She smiled and glanced at everyone. "But this course is still a compulsory course."
Harry understood the meaning of Kamia's last sentence, and then looked at the young female professor with some surprise. Hogwarts did not have many compulsory courses, but there were many elective courses such as Muggle Studies, Arithmetic, and Divination. Kamia had single-handedly made this a compulsory course … Harry touched his nose and asked Hermione, who was next to him, "Is Professor Kamia the daughter of Principal Dumbledore?"
Hermione pulled off the black thread on her head and put it on Harry's forehead. "Impossible! Principal Dumbledore is more than 120 years old. How could he have given birth to Professor Kamia in her twenties?! But … "Hermione hesitated for a moment." It seems that no one has mentioned Professor Kamia's surname before she got married … "
Kamia glanced at Harry with a half-smile, and then clapped her hands. "Okay, everyone, put away your magazines. Today, we will start learning about one of the three great Athenian tragedians, Sophocles."
Harry hurriedly put away Antinomy, opened the lecture notes, and saw that there was nothing on the first page. (Was this a missing print?), He then flipped to the second page, and there was nothing on the third page. Gradually, there was an exclamation of surprise in the classroom. Harry looked at what the others were doing and flipped back to the first page. He saw four words appear: world, author, work, and reader.
"The famous literary theorist, M. H. Abrams, proposed in his book Mirror and Lamp," Kamia had already begun her lecture, "that literary activity should be composed of four elements: the world, the author, the work, and the reader. In other words, when we interpret literary works, we can start from these four directions. "
Everyone listened quietly to Kamia. Harry found that Kamia, like Professor Mcgonagall and Snape, had the power to control the classroom, although she was neither serious nor strict.
"So, when we are discussing a story, we can investigate its relationship with the world, and we can also look at what the creator of the story wants to express. We can also look at how the story is narrated and how the reader interprets it …" Kamia suddenly took off her wizard hat. "It's a little hot tonight."
Ravenclaw: = _ =
Hufflepuff: O _ o
Harry Potter: "Ah, it's a little hot …"
"Hmm … Let's see if there's anything to eat in the drawer." Kamia fanned herself with her wizard hat as she directed the students to open the drawer under the coffee table and take out drinks, jelly, biscuits, and other snacks.
Kamia also took out a can of orange juice. Then, she tapped the can with her wand and turned it into an iced drink. The young wizards were excited. Kamia opened the can of juice and helped the young wizards to keep it cold.
Harry was also eager to pass the drink to them. "Hermione, do you want some iced?"
"No, it'll hurt my teeth." Hermione then used her wand to draw a circle on the apple juice that Harry had chosen. Immediately, a layer of water vapor rose from the can.
Everyone listened to Kamia as they ate their jelly. "You don't have to pay too much attention to what I said just now. I'll say it many times in the future. Now, let's talk about prophecies."
Kamia knocked on the table with her wand. "You haven't attended Professor Trelawney's divination class yet, but I still want to ask: Do you believe in prophecies?"
The relaxed atmosphere in the classroom suddenly quieted down. Kamia slowly sipped her orange juice and did not urge anyone to answer.
In the end, it was the wise Ravenclaw who raised a hand. A boy with thin-rimmed glasses adjusted his glasses and replied, "Professor, I don't think prophecies can be trusted."
"Oh? Why? "Kamia asked with a smile.
"Because …" The boy with glasses thought for a moment. "I think there's a connection between events. We can't predict whether the butterfly's wings will appear or not."
Harry heard someone among the Hufflepuff whisper, "What's a butterfly's wings?" Then, he saw the parchment in front of him turn to a page. An explanation of the "butterfly effect" appeared on it.
"Hmm, because there are too many possibilities, it's impossible to predict the future with one's power, right?" Kamia nodded. Then, she saw another hand raised. "Go ahead."
It was still Ravenclaw, but this time, it was a small girl who spoke. "I think, although the future can't be accurately predicted, it's still possible to infer the general direction of the future based on the known information, although not everyone can do it."
"But a prophet with strong observation and reasoning skills can do it?" After seeing the girl nod, Kamia smiled and nodded. Then, she turned to the next Hufflepuff who raised his hand to speak.
The brown-haired Hufflepuff wanted to express a different opinion. "But, Professor Kamia, we're wizards!" He looked at his friends around him and continued with a red face. "We have magic, don't we?"
Kami continued to summarize what he meant. "You mean, the power of magic can predict the future?"
The boy looked conflicted. "That's not the case … A normal magician shouldn't be able to do it, but … a powerful magician should be able to, a magician like Merlin. Besides …" He suddenly thought of something. "Besides, aren't there many examples of prophecies coming true in the history of magic?"
The students began to whisper among themselves. What Hufflepuff said was right. Wizards from Muggle families were more familiar with the legends of prophecies than wizards from other families.
In the midst of the discussion, someone suddenly raised her hand again.
Kamia quietly pointed at her. "Jean Grey, go ahead."
There was silence again. Everyone looked at the foreign student who had taken the initiative to speak. Jean turned a blind eye to these gazes and said calmly, "I'm a telepath. I've already predicted the future several times, and it all happened later."
The students were in an uproar.
Harry also exclaimed. Jean was relatively low-key among the foreign students. He had heard Peter and Colo talking about Jean like a steady big sister, but he had never known Jean's ability.
Kamia quietly looked at Jean for a while and suddenly laughed. It was not an encouraging laugh, but a real laugh of joy. Meanwhile, the female professor's voice became low. "Jean … Jean … Have you really touched the future?"
Jean did not answer. The girl and Professor Kamia looked at each other for a while and then looked away.
Kamia motioned everyone to turn their attention away from Jean. She waved her wand and turned the ceiling into a starry sky. "In Hogwarts, or in other places, people will tell you that the fate of people is hidden in the star atlas, and stargazers will try to decipher it day after day, and then tell the world about it worriedly." A subtle smile appeared on her face. "Look, there may be your star in it."
The ceiling here was not as high as the dining hall, so it was the first time for Harry to be so close to the starry sky. The twinkling stars were like inlaid gems in the low-hanging sky.
"I want to pick a star!" Some Hufflepuff said, and then some naughty students stood up and stretched out their hands to reach the stars that seemed to be close at hand.
Of course, even the ceiling was not something these children could touch. That was what Harry thought when he stretched out his hand. But just as he was thinking about it, a warm stone suddenly fell into his open palm.
Harry was stunned for a moment and subconsciously closed his palms. At the same time, he looked at Kami.
Kamia winked at him and then reminded everyone to sit back down in a clear and calm voice. "I'm just a literature teacher. I can't tell you whether the prophecy is credible or whether fate is knowable. We can find many stories about prophecies in distant history, but none of them can tell us who made the first prophecy."
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