Chapter 445： Queen Snail (Revised)

Hermione walked slowly on the lawn. The rain was drizzling and the sky was grey. Hermione walked over the grass in the fine raindrops. The socks and cloak were wet.

The Forbidden Forest looked as if it had been enchanted, and every tree was gleaming with silver, as if covered with a layer of tulle, raindrops slipped from the leaves, and fell onto the little wizards ’hair, wet and let people The mood is very uncomfortable.

And this discomfort became anxiety and worry when he heard a low, throbbing moan from Hagrid's cabin.

"Hagrid!" Hermione shouted at the door, "Hagrid, are you inside?"

After a heavy footstep, the door creaked open. Hagrid stood there, his eyes red and swollen, tears hitting the front of his leather vest.

"Why did you come here so early?" Hagrid leaned against the door, took out a large handkerchief, and wiped his face indiscriminately.

"The weather is bad. I want to come here early to occupy a good position." Hermione said, asking repeatedly, "What happened?"

"God ... Gok ..." said Hagrid again, choking.

Hermione quickly supported Hagrid's arm and helped him back into the room.

Hagrid sat paralyzed on a chair and cried uncontrollably. Tears gleamed across his face, and he noticed Hermione's gaze and bought his face in the palm of his hand.

"Hagrid ..." Hermione understood it and patted Hagrid's arm sympathetically.

"Aragok," Hagrid kept rubbing his eyes. "It's gone! Not only it, all eight-eyed giant spiders are gone. What I should have thought of, what I should have noticed, he clearly reminded I ’m gone, I did n’t find anything! My Aragok! "

Hagrid let out a beast-like whimper and wiped his eyes with his sleeve.

Hermione went to serve Hagrid a hot cup of tea and put it on the table in front of Hagrid. She didn't know how to comfort him for a moment.

"It's much better to relax with a cup of tea. It's time for class. Let everyone see how the professor might look like." Hermione wanted to divert Hagrid's attention.

"I haven't been normal recently," Hagrid stroked his teeth with one hand, and wiped his face with the other. "Worried about Aragog, and nobody likes my class--"

"I like it." Hermione lied immediately. "Harry and Ron liked it too."

Hagrid was silent for a while and stood up: "You are right, Hermione, I can't let you down, let's go and see the fried snails, their recent growth is gratifying."

Hermione silently followed Hagrid and helped him to the door of the room.

Fried snails do grow quickly, although no one knows what they like to eat.

Hermione noticed that Hagrid was in a better mood when he saw the fried snail. Obviously, he loved these creatures hated by the little wizards from the heart.

"I suggest that you visit my hut every other day to observe the snails and record their unusual behavior."

"I'm not coming," Draco Malfoy said unequivocally when Hagrid made the suggestion that Santa pulled out an oversized toy from his pocket. "I saw enough in class. Annoying things, thank you. "

The smile on Hagrid's face disappeared.

"According to what I said," he growled, "this is related to your final grades."

The little wizards were stunned by the success of the earthquake. They seemed to realize on the first day that the big man in front of them was not just a game keeper, a key manager, but also a genuine professor who controlled their final grades.

So in the subsequent groupings, they obediently obeyed Hagrid's assignment.

Compared to other people's fear of big angry men. Harry was relieved for Hagrid, and he finally started to look like a professor.

While Hermione was happy for Hagrid, she couldn't help complaining: "It would be better if the object of observation was not this annoying snail."

When Hermione mixed a pile of cabbages with a pile of meat puree that did not know what meat was packed into a carton, and walked to the area of ​​the snails to try to lure a few, all the snails in the entire fence They were all restless, rushing to Hermione's direction.

In particular, the two largest in size, squeezing out all of the same kind, got together in front of Hermione, and entangled together in order to compete for the first position.

"Don't squeeze, don't hit." Seeing that the two snails were blazing brightly, they were about to break out of the box soon, and Hagrid stepped forward to force them apart.

Hermione looked at the situation in front of her and silently retreated to the back of the crowd. She didn't want to tell others what had happened here.

"It's really weird. They are my two favorite. I have never seen them fight so fiercely. Is this the time for reproduction?" Hagrid scratched his head, and he couldn't figure out the situation anymore. The snails are bred by the sphinxes and fire crabs, so their habits are difficult to control. "

Hermione heard the words and blinked her eyes, producing an ominous hunch in her heart.

That night, a figure wrapped tightly around his head with a scarf dived into the hunting ground.

As he approached Hagrid's hut, the figure became—a lion-headed scorpion, stepping on a cat's footsteps and lowering its voice close to the breeding areas of the snails.

Hermione had just arrived, and the snails rushed in her direction like crazy. The first two of them started to attack each other in a circle like dancing in rhythm in order to compete for the first position. He even made an attack that threw the flame-throwing tail behind with the forefoot supporting the body.

Hermione hurriedly lowered her voice and tried to pass these thoughts on: "Stop, stop now! Don't fight!"

The snail, who had just fought for the position, was miraculously quiet. Although he did not leave, it was much better than the chaotic scene just now.

The worry in Hermione's heart became a reality, but finally no more chaos. Hermione glanced nervously at the direction of Hagrid's hut, and found that he did not move. She secretly breathed, and it seemed that the fried snails were from time to time. Hagrid has become accustomed to noise.

With her last hope, she tried to order a few fried snails, and desperately found that they all completed the task perfectly.

Hermione unconsciously rocked her tail full of stings from side to side because of her irritability. Although she felt that the eight-eyed giant spider was enslaved by gems and had to "voluntarily" become a soul-absorbed object, it was pitiful, but she still envied Penello. Animagus, like a spider queen, can command so many eight-eyed giant spiders majesticly.

Hermione had imagined that he could command so many monsters as his men, and he would definitely train them to be much better than the messy formation of Penello, but he never expected that his Animagus was really There are similar abilities, but the object is that even Hagrid can't think of any useful and disgusting fried snail!

This must not let Alan and they know ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Otherwise, the disgusting Penello will always use this to joke himself, and then will nickname himself Queen of the Snails!

Thinking of this, Hermione couldn't help but let out a sad sigh-"Oh!" As a result of being unfamiliar with the new way of sounding in this state, this sigh was completely a lion's cry.

The movement finally disturbed Hagrid. Hermione heard the creak of the wooden door of Hagrid's hut. She ran towards the opposite direction of Hagrid's hut, and took a few steps to remember the removal of the deformation.

Hermione, who had recovered her human form, walked back again, and walked around the test area of ​​the snail toward the forbidden forest, preparing to go back to school in another direction to the phantom shift position.

When Hermione approached the area where the snails were located, the two largest snails fought in a restless manner. They fought more fiercely than ever, and the two embraced and died together.

Hermione looked at the snail that had turned into ashes and raised her wand in surprise. She found that the souls of the two snails that had just died were automatically absorbed by her wand. Hearing the sound of Hagrid's footsteps, Hermione had no time to investigate, and left.

Hagrid came to the area of ​​the snail, and watched the surrounding environment alertly, then leaned down and found the giant monster footprints left by Hermione in the state of Animagus from the clutter of the little wizard's shoes.

"Lion Sphinx! Is it Gino? Sneaking over so far to see his descendants ..." Hagrid took out his big handkerchief and wiped his wet eyes, couldn't help but start sobbing: "I I knew it was n’t bad by nature, and I did n’t want to attack me with its stings again. "