Chapter 392： News (modified, sincerely thanks to Ksg, phantom ...

For Allen, he only needs to provide some information to Hermione in the subsequent training class. Hermione still serves as the main instructor.

At this time, she was sitting in the library, the feather pen sliding gently on the parchment, leaving a beautiful piece of characters. A small model of a Hungarian wasp was placed on top of the parchment. She looked up and saw Xiao Long yawning, curled up, and closed her eyes. Hermione gave a warm smile.

For Hermione, she served as the main instructor. After all, in this way, she can be taught by Allen on the one hand, and on the other hand, she can increase her prestige and status in the training class while sharing for Allen.

November brought gusty wind and sleet to Hogwarts. In this case, the Ravenclaws who need to go outdoors to protect the magical animal class are very fond of the hot fire and thick walls in the castle.

Although there is always a wind in the castle in winter, it is always better than blowing cold wind outside.

And Professor Hagrid, who is in the class of protecting magical animals, does not think about these students. From time to time, he got up and provided Ms. Maxim ’s horses with their favorite pure malt whiskies. The feed trough in the corner of the temporary stable was filled with a smell of wine, which made the little wizards dizzy.

In spite of this, they still have to take care of the terrible fried snail with great spirit. There are only ten fried snails left. Obviously, they have not completely eradicated each other.

Now each of them is close to six feet long. Their thick gray protective layer, their swaying powerful legs, their continually exploding flame-throwing tails, and their thorns and suction cups, all of which add up to make the fried snails the most seen by little wizards Disgusting things.

Hagrid put forward a more terrible idea, he actually wanted to let these frosted snails hibernate.

The students looked at the large box moved out of Hagrid listlessly, and the boxes were covered with pillows and furry blankets.

"We lead them in," Hagrid said. "Then close the lid and see what happens."

As a result, they discovered that fried snails were not hibernating, and they did not like being stuffed into pillow-covered boxes and covered with lids.

Soon, Hagrid shouted, "Don't be nervous, don't be nervous!"

This farce made Michael really speechless, especially when he saw that the students who were not in the training class did not dare to use the lethal spell to avoid hurting the snail, and they wanted to bind them, and they were burned and When scratched in countless places.

Michael pulled out his wand and used a coma spell to subdue a snail in the pumpkin field.

The students of other training classes saw this, and they all shot one after another. Soon, the pumpkin field sprinkled with smoky boxes fragments quieted down.

Rita Skeet leaned against the fence of Hagrid Garden. She was wearing a thick magenta robe today, her purple collar was turned over, and the crocodile leather handbag was hanging on her arm.

"Who are you?" Hagrid noticed her and came over to ask.

"My name is Rita Skeet, a reporter from the Daily Prophet." Rita replied, looking at Hagrid with a smile on her face, the gold teeth in her mouth sparkling.

"It seems that Dumbledore said that you are not allowed to go to school again." Hagrid said with a slight frown.

Rita didn't seem to hear Hagrid's words at all.

"What's the name of these charming animals?" She asked, her face smiling brighter.

"Frying snail." Hagrid replied roughly.

"Really?" Rita said with a look of interest. "I've never heard of it before ... Where did they get it from?"

"Oh, with the permission of the Department of Magical Animal Management and Control, I can buy and raise these little guys."

Hagrid clearly understood what the other party wanted, and pulled out a rumpled proof from his moleskin coat, the red stamp of the Ministry of Magic glittering on it.

Rita carried the proof with two thick fingers, and tried to recognize the signature "Joseph Harris" of the manager who danced on it.

Her eyes narrowed, and the certificate was returned to Hagrid, and her attitude was more kind.

"Sorry, excuse me, please say hello to Mr. Alan Harris." She said, she quickly turned and left the pumpkin patch.

On the way out, she happened to meet Harry who came to Hagrid, and her eyes lit up and "Hey, Harry."

Harry wandered and looked at Rita wearing a magenta magic robe and a green shorthand pen in his hand. This was a smiling tiger.

"Harry, are you confident of defeating Allen Harris, who currently scores first in the next game?" She looked at Harry with a smile on her face, "I heard you and Ron Weasley fell out, this is Isn't it because Krum came to Hogwarts? Is there any possibility of reconciliation? "

"I just want to say a word to you," Harry said angrily. "Goodbye."

After that, he ran to Hagrid's hut.

The next day the curse was over, and Professor Flitwick told a news that excited the little wizards, "The Christmas ball is coming-this is a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament. Opportunity. This is the case. The ball is only open to students above the fourth grade-but if you want, you can invite a lower grade student-"

The audience immediately became agitated, prom, no matter how young they were, the little wizards exchanged excited eyes with each other.

"Wear your gown and gown," Professor Flitwick said with a smile ~ www.novelhall.com ~ The ball will be held in the auditorium at 8 pm on Christmas Day and end at midnight And Alan Harris, as the Warrior of Hogwarts and the first place in the last game, you need to dance the opening dance with your partner. "

Allen smiled and nodded in the cheerful eyes of the little wizards.

Not just the little wizard of Ravenclaw, the enthusiasm of the whole wizard of Hogwarts was mobilized, especially the girls.

The girls were giggling and whispering in the corridor, laughing loudly whenever a boy walked by, exchanging ideas with excitement, talking about what to wear for the holy students on Christmas night ...

The six warriors at Hogwarts became the focus. Some people looked forward to becoming the warrior's dance partner, and more were curious about who the warrior would choose as the dance partner.

While eating lunch, Allen was stopped by Furong who was specifically waiting for him.

Furong and Allen left the castle in the excited and ambiguous eyes of the little wizards and walked around the lake.

"Allen, you ..." Furong stopped talking.

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