Chapter 540

The sudden news caught everyone by surprise.

Van Lin was banned from taking part in the three wizard contest by name, which is undoubtedly the recognition and advice of busbarton and demstrand.

To Hogwarts, or to Vaseline?

This is all in the discussion.

However, we are not surprised to have such a conclusion.

Van Lin's honor is so great that he doesn't need to take part in such school competitions. He is the strongest, which is recognized by the magic world.

The change of wind direction between Fanlin and nature happened.

The only constant is that the proud Hogwarts never thought he couldn't win the championship.

Fanlin to music so, he is not the focus, which saves a lot of trouble, and if it was not for Voldemort, the ghost would want to participate in the three wizard contest.

It seems that his original plan to go through the competition process is in vain.

A few days later, in the morning, the cloudy storm weather finally passed, although the roof of the auditorium was still very dark, and heavy leaden gray clouds were still hovering overhead. Harry, Ron, vaseline and Hermione went through their new curriculum over breakfast.

A few seats apart, Fred, George and Lee Jordan were discussing how to use magic to age themselves and get involved in the Triwizard contest.

"It's a nice day It's been fine out there all morning, "said Ron, his fingers scurrying across the Monday column of the schedule," herbalism and transfiguration, and magic into small animals Hell, we're still in class with Slytherin... "

"This afternoon is double divination." Harry sighed, looking down at the bottom of the column, besides making potions, divination was Harry's least favorite subject. Professor Trelawney's constant prediction of Harry's death made him extremely disgusted.

"The three of you should give up this subject like me, right?" Hermione said briskly, putting butter on her toast, "and then doing some sensible things like number divination.".

There was a sudden rustle over their heads, and more than a hundred owls flew in through the open windows, bringing morning mail. Harry looked up instinctively, but did not see his own White Owl among the brown and gray owls.

The owls circled around the table looking for the owners of the mail and parcels. A big brown owl flies to Neville and puts a package on his lap - Neville always forgets to wrap it up.

On the other side of the auditorium, Malfoy's Owl perched on his shoulder, bringing the same things as usual: candy and cakes from home.

In order to eliminate the sinking feeling in his stomach caused by disappointment, Harry went back to his seat and continued to drink porridge. Meimei this time, everyone will receive some letters from home, except him.

There are the most letters in Fanlin, dozens of which are screened by dobby.

"Damn it, I shouldn't have sent these letters."

He's upset. Some of the things that he's in a bad mood for eating seem to destroy.

Harry had been thinking about these things as they crossed the path between the wet vegetable fields to the third greenhouse.

But when Professor spretrau, in the greenhouse, showed the class a plant - the ugliest plant ever seen - he was fascinated by it and stopped thinking about letters.

In fact, the plant doesn't look like a plant. It's more like a lot of big, black slugs sticking straight out of the soil, each slightly twisted, covered with large, shiny lumps that look full of liquid.

"Bubojuebus," Professor spatlau told them briskly. "You have to get them out, and then you collect the pus --"

"what do you collect?" Said phinegan Simo in protest.

"Pus, phinegan, I mean collecting pus," said spitter. "It's quite useful. Don't waste it. You need to collect pus in these bottles. Put on your dragon leather gloves. If it gets on the skin before dilution, strange reactions may occur. "

The job of chubby bojubus was disgusting, but the process was surprisingly smooth.

It has a strong smell of gasoline.

They put the pus into the bottle according to the instructions of Professor spatlau. After class, they collected several bottles of pus.

"The lady will teach with a cork at the same time," said the cork. "The pus of bourgojebus is a special drug for the treatment of stubborn acne. Students must be prevented from removing the acne by using the method of justiri."

"Like poor alos. Midgen, "said Hannah Abbott, in a calm voice, who studied transfiguration.

"She tried to remove the acne with a spell."

"Stupid girl," said spitter, shaking his head, "but Ms. Pomfrey nailed her nose up."A rumbling bell rang on the wet ground of the castle, bringing the message that class was over. So the students dispersed, and those who studied metamorphosis stepped on the stone steps to the class of metamorphosis. Gryffindor, who learned how to tame lions and eagles, went in another direction, down the sloping lawn and walked to Hagrid's cabin, which was built on the edge of the forbidden forest.

Hagrid stood outside his cabin, holding the collar of his big black dog's teeth in one hand. There were several open wooden boxes at his feet. The teeth barked and pulled and twisted the collars. Obviously, he wanted to go near the box to see what was in it. As the students approached, a strange noise came into their ears, like some small bombs.

"Good morning!" Hagrid said with a smile to Harry, Ron, vaseline and Hermione. "Let's wait for Slytherin class," he didn't want to let the students miss this - a snail with a red tail.

"What the hell is this?" Ron asked. The box was ringing all the time.

Hagrid pointed to the wooden box at his feet

Neville screamed and jumped back.

In Harry's opinion, the conch is the best summary of a strange creature with a red tail.

They look shapeless, unlit lobsters, pale and filthy, with feet sticking out in strange places, but their heads are not visible. There were about a hundred of them in each box, each about six inches long, crawling on each other's bodies, or bumping into the walls of the boxes.

They give off a strong smell of rotten fish.

From time to time, their tails give off a spark with a slap and their bodies push forward a few inches.

"Just hatched," Hagrid said proudly, "so you can raise them yourself. But we have to make a plan first. "

"Why do we want to keep these things?" Said a cold voice.

Here's Slytherin ban. It was Draco Malfoy who was talking, while Clara and Goyle giggled approvingly.

Hagrid was embarrassed by the problem.

"I mean, what are they for?" "What's the use of them?" Malfoy asked

Hagrid opened his mouth and stopped for a few seconds, apparently thinking hard. Then he said coldly, "that's the next lesson. You just have to feed them today. Now, you try to feed them different things - I haven't raised this kind of thing before, I don't know what they eat - I've prepared some ant eggs, frog livers and some grass snakes, and I'll try a little of each

Hagrid also summed up the method, he is a professor at Hogwarts, naturally, he has his own rights.

It's really bad to be threatened by your own students.

Malfoy couldn't say anything. Even his father couldn't save him.

However, his words are agreeable, at least for the time being, such things have no value at all.

"First pus, then this thing." Muttered Seymour.

Even Harry, Ron and Hermione, who love Hagrid deeply, just quietly hold up a cup of frog liver and put it into the wooden box to lure the Oncomelania whose tails will spark.

Harry couldn't help but think it was pointless because the snails didn't seem to have mouths.

"It's useless. I don't think this shellfish will eat anything. You know, it should be in the sea..." Van reen looks at these terrible pomaceans, these Martian tailed shellfish, and it doesn't look like they can go into the water.

"Here are the gloves." Said Hermione, preparing several pairs of longskin gloves.

"Ouch Ten minutes later, Dean Thomas yelled. "It hurt me."

Hagrid came to him, anxious. "There's a spark in his tail!" Dean said angrily, showing Hagrid his burned hand.

"Ah, yes, they hurt people when they go to Mars." Hagrid nodded.

"Fried conch!" Dean said, "Pomacea Hagrid, what is the sharp thing in it

"Oh, some of them have stings," Hagrid said excitedly, and Dean quickly pulled his hand out of the box.

"I thought they were all male - females had straws on their bellies I think it's for blood

"Oh, I know what we do with these things," Malfoy said sarcastically. "Who doesn't want a pet that burns, stabs and bites people?"

"Just because they don't look good, but that doesn't mean they're useless," Hermione interrupted impolitely.

"Dragon blood has amazing magic, but you don't want a dragon as a pet, do you?"

Harry and Ron grinned at Hagrid, who responded with a sly smile. As Harry, Ron, vaseline and Hermione knew, there was nothing that Hagrid liked more than a pet dragon - when they were first graders at the school, Hagrid secretly kept a dragon, an evil Norwegian Ridgeback dragon, for a while.However, nob seems to be well domesticated, except that he always burns things.

Hagrid only liked horrible creatures - the more deadly they were, the better.

It's an iron rule, and we all know it.

"At least those snails are small creatures." That's what Ron said when they returned to the castle for lunch an hour later.

"They're just small now," Hermione's voice suggested, as if irritated. "Once Hagrid keeps feeding them, they grow to six feet long."

"What does it matter? If we find out they can cure seasickness, right? " Ron said.

"You know I said that just to shut Malfoy up," Hermione said. "To be honest, I think he's right. The most important thing we should do is to squash them all before they can attack us

They sat at Gryffindor's table and began to eat mutton and potatoes. Hermione ate so fast that everyone was staring at her.

"You What's the matter with you, Hermione? "

Van Lin tried to ask, "are you hungry?"

"No," said Hermione, her mouth bulging with sprouts, trying to relax herself. "I just want to go to the library."

"What?" Ron didn't believe what he heard. "Hermione - today is the first day of school, we have no homework to do!"

"We have homework?" Harry was a little confused.

"No Van Lin shook his head.

The girl seems to have made up her mind to take out the plan of raising the elf these two days.

Shanshan hasn't come back yet.

Hermione shrugged and went on eating as if she hadn't eaten for days. Then she jumped up and said, "goodbye to dinner." Then he left the table quickly.

In fact, in the afternoon divination class, Fanlin wanted to escape, but Harry was more eager.

"Saturn, baby, Saturn!" Trelawney said she was infuriated by the news that Harry's grace was not attracted to her.

"I mean when you were born, Saturn must have been in power in heaven Your black hair Your short stature Tragically lost at a young age I think if I'm right, you were born in the middle of winter? "

"No," said Harry, "I was born in July."

Ron and vaseline were laughing and coughing.

Half an hour later, each of them sent a complicated circular chart and tried to draw the corresponding planets on the position indicating the time of their birth. This was a monotonous task, requiring constant reference to the timetable and calculation angle.

After a while, Harry frowned at the parchment in his hand and said, "I have two Neptune here. It can't be right, can it?"

"Ah "When there are two Neptune in the sky, it must be a sign that a dwarf with glasses is born, Harry..."

Phinegan and Dean, who were sitting next to them, sniggered.

Brown exclaimed excitedly, "Oh, Professor, look! I think I got an unexpected planet! Oh - Professor, what is that

"Honey, that's Uranus," Professor trawley said, looking at the chart.

"Brown, can I have a look at that Uranus, too?" Asked Ron.

Unfortunately, Professor Trelawney heard this sentence, and maybe it was that sentence that caused the professor to give them a lot of homework at the end of class today.

This is too bad, and divination and astrology are together

Maybe you should be more aggressive?

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