Chapter 586

In fact, because Shanshan didn't stop crying, the mobilization work that Hermione wanted to carry out was naturally in vain.

Hermione didn't stop Shannon until she left.

No matter what Hermione asked, there was only one voice in the answer.

Sobs.

It's not the first time that Shanshan looks like this. His eyes can't be covered up.

Yes, Shanshan was very sad because of Barty crouch.

This also exacerbated Hermione's dissatisfaction with Barty crouch.

This is also no way to do things, originally happy days because of the kitchen, Hermione's face is always hung with a hurt expression.

At the beginning of December, early winter brought wind and fog to Hogwarts. The castle is always pleasant in winter.

Maybe it's the magic. In short, we all like Hogwarts in winter.

Every time Harry and his men passed the ship of demstrand on the lake, they felt very comfortable when they saw the boat bumping up and down in the sea breeze and the black sails were bulging up and down.

Maybe it should be cold in busbarton's house, too. Harry noticed that Hagrid was fattening Mrs. Maxim's horse because of their favorite single malt whisky.

The smell from the trough in the corner of the stable is enough to make the whole class dizzy.

It's not good, of course, because the terrible Snails They take care of need their wisdom to fight against.

"I don't know if they hibernate." Hagrid is teaching the students the next lesson in the windy pumpkin field. Rita Skeeter leaned against the fence in Hagrid's garden and watched the chaos.

Today, she is wearing a thick purplish red coat with a wool and purple collar and an alligator leather handbag hanging from her shoulder.

As the snails drove Harry and Ron to their doom, Hagrid jumped on top of the Oncomelania and crushed it. At this time, flames burst out of its mouth and burned the nearby pumpkin seedlings.

"Who are you?" Asked Hagrid.

"I'm Rita Skeeter, a reporter for the Daily Prophet." Rita said, smiling at her teeth.

"Dumbledore said you were fired, didn't you?" Hagrid said, frowning and dragging the tamed pommel to his companion.

Rita didn't seem to hear Hagrid.

"What are these monsters called?" She asked, laughing more brightly.

"Pomacea with a glowing tail." Muttered Hagrid.

"Really?" Rita asked, obviously really interested. "I've never heard of such a thing Where did they come from? "

Harry noticed the blush under Hagrid's sideburns, and his heart sank. How did Hagrid get the snails?

Hermione seemed to have been thinking about it all the time, and she immediately replied, "they're interesting, aren't they? Harry, don't you think so

"What? Oh, yes, it is Ouch It's interesting. " Harry cried because she had stepped on his foot.

"Ah, here you are, Harry!" Rita Skeeter said, looking around. "So, you like the protection of magical animals? One of your favorite classes? "

"Yes." Said Harry firmly.

Hagrid looked at him and laughed. It's like a child of more than 200 Jin

"Well, it's fun," Rita said. "It's really fun. Has it been taught for a long time?" She added to Hagrid.

Harry noticed that her eyes were glancing at everyone, Dean (with a heavy knife mark on one side of his face), ravend (his robe was badly burnt), phinegan (who was nursing his scalded fingers), and then to the cottage window, where a large number of students stood with their noses against the glass window, trying to get a better view of the Black Lake.

"This is my second year here." Hagrid said.

"Well, interesting I don't think you like being interviewed, do you? But would you like to share with us your experience in the process of contact with magical animals? I think you know, the prophet has an animal column every Wednesday, and we'll let these, uh, tail whistling snails report it

"It's a snail with a glowing tail," Hagrid corrected eagerly. "Er - right?"

Harry felt uncomfortable about it, but Rita Skeeter was there and he couldn't express it to Hagrid.

So Hagrid and Rita had to stand in silence and endure when they were discussing which week to meet at the three broomsticks.

After a while, the bell of the castle rang, indicating the end of another lesson.

"Well, goodbye, Harry!" Rita Skeeter happily said goodbye to him when she saw him and Ron and Hermione getting up to leave.

"Goodbye on Friday night, Hagrid!"

"She'll twist everything he says." Said Harry in a low voice."As long as he doesn't illegally import those snails or whatever." Hermione said in despair that they wanted to help Hagrid - and he would have done the same for Hagrid.

"Hagrid used to get into trouble, but Dumbledore never fired her," Ron said comfortingly. "The worst thing is, Hagrid has to get rid of those snails. I'm sorry If I say it's serious, I meant it well

"That's a good thing." All of a sudden the air around made a sound.

"Fanlin? What are you doing? I thought you didn't come... "

"In fact, I used the phantom charm. When Rita arrived, it was too much trouble to negotiate with her. She asked me many times. It's hard to imagine how she would Polish me." Fanlin said helplessly.

"But it's a good idea to get rid of those snails. I don't know where Hagrid got all these weird things."

Harry, Ron, and Hermione all laughed and felt happier, and, of course, no one would stop Hagrid. They got up for lunch, which was more important than these damned snails..

Now Harry and Ron are back together. It's fun again.

They had a good time playing double-sided prediction that day, and they were still drawing star maps and writing predictions together. Professor Trelawney, who was happy to see them both predict their own death there, was infuriated when she explained the different ways in which Plato disrupted everyday life, Harry and Ron snickered.

It's a daily activity, and both of them will always provoke professor trawley. Fortunately, Professor trawley is not Snape, which is the only thing to be thankful for.

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