The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

The sky is bright after the rain, the fragrance of grass and soil is everywhere, and there are trembling water drops on the branches and leaves of the plants.

The cool breeze of the Forbidden Forest blew over my cheeks and passed through the gaps in my hair. I felt the moisture on my nose and earlobes after the rain. I was keenly aware of the coldness. The strange smell in the greenhouse and the tightness in my chest were quickly blown away.

The fourth-year Gryffindor and Slytherin wizards stood in the open space, looking at the giant professor and several strange wooden boxes next to him.

"Good morning! Children!"

Hagrid had a bright smile on his face, and his beard as lush as weeds trembled enthusiastically: "I am very happy to still be your Professor of Care of Magical Creatures this school year and appreciate the charm of these cute guys with you!"

"I really should drop this course. I don't know if it's too late to regret it now..." Ron muttered quietly and subconsciously took two steps back. Harry's face was also a little pale.

Loren and Hermione looked at their expressions, feeling an ominous premonition in their hearts.

puff!

Suddenly there was a faint explosion in the box.

"Look, these little guys can't wait to get to know you!" Hagrid said with a smile, "You definitely don't want to miss this - the Blast-Ended Skrewt!"

Several young Gryffindor wizards who were close to him curiously moved forward, all showing disgusted expressions. Lavender Brown even jumped back several steps in panic and screamed: "Disgusting." !”

They were a group of deformed, shelled lobsters, gray in color, covered with sticky liquid, with many legs sticking out in a haphazard manner, and no heads could be seen. There are about a hundred of them in each box, each about six inches long. They are crawling on top of each other like dense maggots. Just looking at them will make people feel strong discomfort.

These things seemed to have no intelligence and kept bumping against the four walls of the box. Whenever they were knocked dizzy, some sparks would be shot out from their tails, pushing the body forward a few inches and bursting out a pungent smell of fish rot. Shrimp smell.

Hagrid seemed to like these little monsters that were not like bugs and lobsters were not like lobsters. He said proudly: "It took a manticore and 60 fire crabs to cultivate these cute little guys. The ones that have just been hatched...you can raise them yourself! We can start a big project!"

Hermione was stunned for a moment, then turned to Loren and whispered, "This seems to be illegal... the "Prohibition of Animal Breeding Experiments Act" was promulgated and implemented as early as 1965."

Loren fell into silence, and looked at Hermione with wide eyes for a few seconds, then sighed: "Let's go to class first, and we can explain it to Hagrid later."

Hermione also sighed, feeling a little tired looking at the densely packed squirming snails.

Hagrid was still introducing his little cuties enthusiastically: "...the content of this lesson is to determine their food. You have to try to feed them several different things. I prepared ant eggs, frog liver and green onions." Green snakes... try a little of each to see if they eat it."

"First it was the pus from the tuber, and now it's this." Seamo sighed sadly.

The young Gryffindor wizards who had just finished their Herbology class felt the same way and tentatively approached the box. Their expressions were distorted by the smell, and some even retched.

Out of their deep feelings for Hagrid, the Gryffindor wizards did as Hagrid said. The Slytherin wizards stood there and hesitated for a few minutes, and finally Draco and Theodore. ·Nott took the lead in participating...

They grabbed handfuls of greasy frog livers and placed them in the box to lure the snails.

Unlike the tubers from the previous lesson, Hermione got goosebumps all over when she saw these small things that looked like oversized maggots. She really didn't want to touch them, so she could only watch Loren observe these snails.

Loren pinched the small piece of wood he picked up on the ground and poked the soft flesh on the back of the snail. The irritated tail of the snail exploded with a bang, and an unpleasant stench mixed with it spurted out, pushing the snail forward. some distance.

It seems to have inherited the magic power of the fire crab, and its physical shape is more like a manticore.

Loren rubbed his nose in disgust. Even the smell of onion, ginger and garlic could not be removed, so it was marked as inedible.

In addition, these animals, which are hybrids of fire crabs and manticores, only have biological instincts and no sense. Loren can only perceive low-level calmness and violent emotions from them. Unlike other magical animals, even if Even ordinary salamanders can convey emotions of joy and sadness.

Fortunately, he could still calm them down. Loren rubbed the small stick on the grass blades and held his breath to open a few more blast-ended snails.

These little things are not exactly the same. Some have spikes on their abdomens, and some have octopus sucker-like organs on their abdomens.

With this shape and position, Loren began to think that these were the sexual organs of the snails. The ones with spikes on their abdomens were male snails, and the ones with suckers on their abdomens were female snails. However, subsequent observations seemed to overturn this. this conclusion.

When the green snake is handed over, the male snail will pierce its spikes into the body of the green snake, and its body will squirm and make sucking movements, which seems to have the habit of sucking blood. The female snail will use the sucker to swallow the frog liver...

So this is not a sexual organ, but a mouthpart for eating.

Loren's class here was in a state of uproar, the little wizards kept screaming, Dean's hand was injured, and Lavender was stung by the sharp spines on the abdomen of the bomb-tailed snail. .

But that may be pointless, since the squid has no mouth at all.

The moment the bell rang for the end of get out of class, the little wizards left the open space and ran towards the castle. They urgently needed a bath.

The pale Draco immediately threw away the frog liver in his hand, raised his legs several steps away from the wooden box, then took a few strong breaths, slowly regained his composure, and took out a handkerchief to carefully wipe the mucus on his hands.

Hagrid was standing next to him, and Draco couldn't help but complained coldly: "What's the use of raising such a thing? No one wants it as a pet. It can blow people up and sting people..."

Hagrid stood aside blankly. He opened his mouth but no words came out. He thought desperately for a few seconds and only said dryly: "This class is over. Maybe we will discover its effect in the next class."

Draco glanced at him indifferently, threw the handkerchief to Goyle, and left without looking back.

"Ignore him Hagrid!" Harry trotted up to Hagrid and glanced at the wooden box. Although he thought Malfoy was not entirely wrong, he still comforted him, "Although they don't look very attractive, they are Doesn’t mean they don’t have a use.”

Ron came over and nodded: "That's right, just like the fire dragon. Although they are ugly, it does not affect the thirteen magical uses of the fire dragon's blood."

Hagrid smiled at them from behind his shaggy beard, and Harry and Ron grinned too, even though the blast-tailed snail sting on their hands still hurt a little.

Hermione walked over slowly, looked at Hagrid's smile, and hesitated for a moment: "Hagrid, I think it's best not to let the Blast-Ended Skrewt appear again in the next class."

Hagrid had a somewhat aggrieved expression on his face: "But, they... Harry just said that although they don't look very attractive, it doesn't mean that they are useless... as long as I figure out what they are willing to eat. …”

Harry and Ron kept nodding, seeming to defend Hagrid.

"Once you figure out what they eat, it won't take them long to grow to six feet long..."

Loren threw away the small piece of wood, clapped his hands, stood up and said, "Then the Ministry of Magic will have enough evidence to arrest you. If you can't pay the fine, we will have to go to Azkaban to visit you in the future."

Harry and Ron stared at the squirming snails in the wooden box in surprise.

"Hagrid, you are no longer an inexperienced Care of Magical Creatures professor..."

Hermione's earnest tone was very much like Professor McGonagall: "I believe that no one in the entire Hogwarts knows magical beasts better than you, no one knows how to take care of these little guys in your mouth better than you, and you are better than Keltber." Professor En knows better how to communicate with them and how to protect himself from being hurt..."

The three people listening were silent for a moment. They recalled that when Hagrid raised Norbert, they felt that it was not that Hagrid was better at communicating than Professor Keltburn, but that his body was stronger and he would not be bitten to the point of missing an arm. leg.

"This is why Principal Dumbledore is willing to hire you to be our professor..." Hermione's face tightened, her expression serious, and her words changed, "But a mature professor can't just understand animals, you also have to understand the Ministry of Magic's The Law of Magical Creatures.”

"Mr. Newt Scamander promulgated the "Animal Breeding and Experimental Prohibition Act" in 1965. I believe that your snails have never been approved for experiments, let alone the objects you cultivated include manticores. A dangerous creature of level 5X, the sentence is enough for you to stay in Azkaban until we graduate!"

The hybrid giant lowered his head, slumped his shoulders, and looked at the squirming snails in the wooden box without saying a word. He looked lost and guilty like a hound being scolded next to him.

…

The four little wizards stepped across the edge of the vegetable field. The emerald green grass blades swayed, shaking off the water droplets on the blades and quietly sinking into the soil, making the path even muddy after the rain.

"Hermione, what you just said to Hagrid...is it too serious?" Harry whispered.

Although he also believed that the Blast-Ended Skrewt should be strangled in the cradle, he couldn't bear to think of the tall, broad-shouldered giant wiping tears on the box.

"It's not serious." Loren replied, "Acromantula, Norbert the Fire Dragon, Hippogriff, and fresh Explosive-tailed Skrewts... Hagrid said last year that he would get rid of his bad habits, but If this continues, he will be sent to Azkaban sooner or later."

"That's right..." Harry sighed deeply. He really didn't know when Hagrid would grow up.

"Oops!" Ron suddenly stopped, "Malfoy won't report Hagrid to the Ministry of Magic, he looked very dissatisfied just now!"

"!!"

Harry's expression gradually became serious, and some not-so-good memories flashed before his eyes.