Chapter 537 Daily Life at Hogwarts

The sudden news caught everyone off guard.

Fan Lin was named and banned from participating in the Three Wizards Fighting Competition. This was undoubtedly the resignation of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang.

To Hogwarts, or to Fanlin?

This is all just in everyone's discussion.

However, this conclusion is not surprising to everyone.

Fan Lin's honor is so great that there is no need to participate in this kind of school competition. He is the strongest, which is something recognized by the magic world.

Naturally, Fanlin lost the possibility of participating in the Three Witches Fighting Competition, and everyone's speculation and trend changed.

The only thing that remains unchanged is that the proud Hogwarts never thinks that it cannot win the championship.

Fan Lin was so happy that he was not the center of attention, which saved a lot of trouble. And if it wasn't for Voldemort, no one would think about participating in the Three Wizards Fighting Competition.

It seemed that my original plan to pass the competition process was ruined.

A few days later, in the morning, the gloomy and stormy weather finally passed, although the roof of the auditorium was still dark, and heavy leaden clouds were still hovering overhead. Harry, Ron, Vernon, and Hermione checked their new class schedule while eating breakfast.

A few seats away, Fred, George and Lee Jordan were discussing how to use magic to age themselves and blend into the Tri-Wizard Tournament.

"It's a nice day... it's been nice outside all morning," Ron said, running his finger over the Monday column of the course schedule, "Herbology and Transfiguration, and the magic of making small animals... Hell, we still have classes with Slytherins..."

"Double Divination class this afternoon." Harry sighed and looked at the bottom of the column. Apart from brewing witch potions, Divination was Harry's least favorite subject. Professor Trauni always predicted Harry's death, which made him extremely annoying.

"You three should quit this subject like me, right?" said Hermione briskly, buttering her toast, "and do something sensible like Divination."

There was a sudden rustle above their heads, and more than a hundred owls flew in through the open windows, bearing the morning's letters. Harry looked up instinctively, but saw no shadow of his own white owl among the brown and gray owls.

The owls circled the table, looking for the owners of the mail and packages. A large tawny owl flew towards Neville and dropped a package in his lap - Neville always forgot to wrap things.

On the other side of the Great Hall, Malfoy's owl was perched on his shoulder, bringing what seemed to be the same as usual: sweets and cakes sent from home.

Trying to quell the sinking feeling of disappointment in his stomach, Harry returned to his seat and continued to drink his cereal. Meimei At this time, everyone will receive some letters from home, except him.

Fanlin had the most letters, dozens of them, all of which Dobby had screened.

"Damn it, I shouldn't have let these letters come through."

Fan Lin looked a little annoyed. These bad things ruined his good mood of eating peacefully.

Harry thought about these things as they walked through the wet vegetable patches to the third greenhouse.

But when Professor Sputraw showed the class a plant in the greenhouse - one of the ugliest plants they had ever seen - he was so attracted to it that he stopped going. Thinking about letters.

In fact, the plant doesn't look like a plant, but more like a number of large, black slugs sticking straight out of the soil, each slightly twisted and deformed, covered with large, shiny bumps. Looking inside Up filled with liquid.

"Bubojubus (the name of this strange plant)," Professor Sputraw told them briskly. "Gotta get them out, and then you collect the pus-"

"Collect what?" Finnigan Seamus said in protest.

"Pus, Finnigan, I mean collecting pus," Professor Sputraw said. "This pus is quite useful. Don't waste it. You need to collect the pus in these bottles. Put on your dragons." Leather gloves. Weird reactions may occur if it comes on skin without dilution."

The work of squeezing Pojubus was disgusting, but the process went surprisingly smoothly.

It carries a strong smell of gasoline.

They followed Professor Sputraw's instructions and put the pus into bottles. By the end of class, they had collected several bottles of pus.

"That will please the lady," said Professor Sputraw, corking the last bottle. "The pus of Bupojubus is a special medicine for treating stubborn acne. Students must be stopped from using the Styrian method to remove acne."

"For example, poor Aeros. Midgen," Hannah Albert said in a calm tone. She studied transfiguration.

"She was trying to use a spell to get rid of her acne."

"Stupid girl," said Professor Sputrow, shaking her head, "but Madam Pomfrey nailed her nose up later."

A rumble of bells echoed on the wet ground of the castle, bringing everyone the news that get out of class was over. So the students dispersed, and those who were learning Transfiguration walked up the stone steps to go to the Transfiguration class. Gryffindor, who was learning how to tame gryphons, walked in the other direction down the sloping lawn towards Hagrid's small house. Walking towards the wooden house, it was a small wooden house built on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Hagrid was standing outside his wooden house, holding the collar of his big black dog Fang with one hand. There were several open wooden boxes at his feet. Fang was barking and pulling and twisting the collar, which was obviously I wanted to get close to the box and see what was inside. As the students approached, a strange noise came to their ears, like some small bombs.

"Good morning!" Hagrid said to Harry, Ron, Fanlin and Hermione with a smile. "Let's wait for the Slytherin class," he said, not wanting these students to miss this - a squid with a spark-emitting tail.

"What the hell is this?" Ron asked, as the box kept making noises.

Hagrid pointed to the wooden box at his feet, "Blast-ended skrewt!"

Neville screamed and jumped back.

In Harry's opinion, the Blast-Ended Skrewt was the best summary of a strange creature with a spark-emitting tail.

They looked like deformed, dull lobsters, pale and dirty in color, with many legs sticking out in strange places, but no heads visible. There were about a hundred of them in each box, each about six inches long, crawling on top of each other or bumping blindly against the walls of the box.

They give off a strong smell of rotting fish.

Their tails will occasionally emit a burst of sparks with a snapping sound, and their bodies will move forward a few inches.

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

"Why would we want to raise these things?" said a cold voice.

The Slytherin class has arrived. The one who spoke just now was Draco Malfoy, while Clara and Goyle giggled in approval.

Hagrid was troubled by this question.

"I mean, what are they for?" Malfoy asked, "What are we raising them for?"

Hagrid opened his mouth but paused for a few seconds, obviously thinking hard, and then he said coldly: "That's the content of the next lesson. You just have to feed them today. Now, try feeding them." Different things - I have never raised this kind of thing before, I don't know what they eat - I prepared some ant eggs, frog liver and some grass snakes, and gave them a little of each."

Hagrid also summed up the method. He is a professor at Hogwarts. Naturally, he has the rights he should enjoy.

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

Malfoy couldn't say anything, not even his father could save him.

However, his words are quite agreeable. At least for now, this kind of thing has no value.

"First the pus, then this," Seamus muttered.

Even Harry, Ron and Hermione, who had deep love for Hagrid, just silently picked up a cup of frog liver and put it in a wooden box to lure those Explosive-Ended Skrewts with sparks in their tails.

Harry couldn't help but think it was pointless, since the skrewts looked like they had no mouths.

"It's useless. I don't think this kind of shellfish will eat anything. You know, these should all be in the sea..." Fan Lin looked at these terrible snails with tails that spit out sparks. Shell creatures don't look like they can go into the water.

"Here are the gloves for you," Hermione said as she prepared several pairs of dragonskin gloves.

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

Hagrid hurried to his side, looking anxious. "His tail has sparks!" Dean said angrily as he extended his burned hand to Hagrid.

"Ah, yes, they can hurt people when they spark," Hagrid said, nodding.

"Blast-ended skrewt!" Dean said again, "Blast-ended snail...Hagrid, what's the pointy thing on it?"

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

"I thought they were all male - the females have straw-like stings on their abdomens... I think they are used to suck blood."

"Oh, I know what we keep these things for," Malfoy said sarcastically. "Who wouldn't want a pet that burns, stabs and bites?"

"Just because they don't look good doesn't mean they're useless," Hermione interrupted him rudely.

"Dragon blood has amazing magical powers, but you wouldn't want a dragon as a pet, would you?"

Harry and Ron grinned at Hagrid, who smiled slyly in return. As Harry, Ron, Vernon and Hermione all know, there are few things that Hagrid likes more than a pet dragon - Hagrid had been there when they were first years at this school. Secretly raising a dragon for a while, an evil Norwegian Ridgeback.

However, Nobo seems to be well-tamed, except that he always burns things randomly.

Hagrid only liked scary creatures - the more deadly, the better.

This is an iron rule, and everyone knows it.

"At least those Blast-Ended Skrewts are little creatures," Ron said when they returned to the castle for lunch an hour later.

"They're just small now," Hermione said in a voice that sounded irritated. "Once Hagrid keeps feeding them, they'll grow to six feet long."

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

"Of course you know I just said that to shut up Malfoy," Hermione said. "Honestly I think he's right. The best thing we should do is kill them before they grow big enough to attack us. Crush them all."

They sat down at the Gryffindor table and began to eat mutton and potatoes. Hermione ate so quickly that everyone stared at her.

"What...what's wrong with you, Hermione?"

Fanlin tried to ask, "Are you hungry?"

"No," said Hermione, her mouth bulging with sprouts but trying desperately to appear relaxed, "I just want to go to the library."

"What?" Ron didn't believe what he heard. "Hermione - today is the first day of school and we don't have any homework to do yet!"

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

"Not really." Fan Lin shook his head.

The girl seemed to be determined to come up with the house elf plan in the past two days, and she was thinking about something twinkling.

Twinkle hasn't come back yet.

Hermione shrugged and went back to gorging on her food like she hadn't eaten in days. Then she jumped up and said, "See you at dinner!" and left the table quickly.

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

"Saturn, baby, Saturn!" said Trauni, irritated that Harry's grace was not attracted by the news.

"I mean Saturn must have been in power in heaven when you were born...your dark hair...your short stature...lost tragically at a young age...I guess I was right. If so, were you born in midwinter?”

"Wrong," said Harry, "I was born in July."

Ron and Fan Lin laughed so hard that they coughed.

Half an hour later, each of them was handed a complicated circular chart and tried to draw the corresponding planets in the positions that represented the moment of their birth. This was a monotonous task that required constant reference to timetables and calculation of angles. .

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

"Yeah!" Ron imitated Professor Troney's mysterious whisper: "When two Neptunes appear in the sky, it will definitely indicate that a dwarf with glasses is being born, Harry..."

Finnegan and Dean, who were sitting nearby and drawing pictures, laughed secretly.

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

"My dear, that's Uranus," said Professor Trauni, looking at the chart.

"Brown, can you let me take a look at Uranus too?" Ron asked.

Unfortunately, Professor Troney heard this sentence, and maybe it was this sentence that made the professor give them a lot of homework after class today.

That’s too bad, and divination and astrology go together…

Maybe I should be more domineering? (To be continued)