Chapter 392 News (Modified, Sincere Thanks to Ksg and Huan Yu of the Silver League)

For Allen, he only needs to provide some information to Hermione in the subsequent training classes, and show his face occasionally. Hermione still plays the role of the main instructor.

At this time, she was sitting in the library, and the quill lightly slid across the parchment, leaving behind a piece of beautiful characters. A small model of the Hungarian Horntail was placed on top of the parchment. When she looked up, she saw the little dragon yawned, curled up, and closed his eyes. Hermione gave a warm smile.

For Hermione, being the main instructor was a joy. After all, in this case, on the one hand, she can get Alan's personal teaching, and on the other hand, while sharing the burden for Alan, she can also improve her prestige and status in the training class, the best of both worlds.

November brought high winds and sleet to Hogwarts. In this case, the Ravenclaws who need to go outdoors to take care of magical animals are very attached to the hot fires and thick walls in the castle.

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

And Professor Hagrid, who is in charge of the protection of magical animals, is not thinking about these students. He got up now and then to offer Madame Maxime's steeds their favorite single malt whiskey. The smell of wine wafted from the feeding trough in the corner of the temporary stable, making the little wizards dizzy.

Still, they brace themselves for the dreaded snails. Now there are only ten snails left. Apparently, their desire to kill each other has not been completely eradicated.

Today they are each nearly six feet long. Their thick gray coat, their powerful, flailing legs, their exploding fire-breathing tails, and their spines and suckers, all add up to make the snails the cutest little wizards have ever seen. Disgusting stuff.

But Hagrid came up with an even more terrifying idea, he actually wanted to hibernate these seemingly energetic snails.

The classmates stared listlessly at the large boxes Hagrid had brought out, all covered with pillows and fluffy blankets.

"We'll lead 'em in," said Hagrid, "and put the lid on, and see what happens."

It turned out that the snails don't hibernate and don't like being stuffed into boxes with pillows and covered.

Soon, Hagrid was yelling, "Don't be nervous, don't be nervous!"

This farce left Michael speechless, especially when he saw that the students in the non-intensive training class did not dare to use powerful magic spells in order to avoid hurting the snails, and wanted to tie them up. When I scratched countless places.

Michael drew his wand and stunned a snail that was rampaging through the pumpkin patch.

Seeing this, the students in other training classes also took action one after another. Soon, the pumpkin field full of smoky box fragments became quiet.

Rita Skeeter was leaning against the fence in Hagrid's vegetable garden. She was wearing a thick magenta gown today with a purple suede collar, 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 Skeeter, reporter for the Daily Prophet," replied Rita, looking at Hagrid with a wide smile, her gold teeth gleaming.

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

Rita didn't seem to hear Hagrid at all.

"What are these fascinating animals called?" she asked, her smile widening.

"Skreck," Hagrid replied gruffly.

"Really?" Rita said, interested. "I've never heard of it before . . . Where did you get them?"

"Oh, with the permission of the Department of Regulation and Control of Fantastic Beasts, I can buy and keep these little guys." Hagrid obviously understood what the other party was trying to imply, and quickly took out a crumpled paper from his moleskin coat. proof, with the Ministry of Magic's red stamp gleaming above it.

Rita held the proof between two thick fingers,

Trying to identify the signature of the person in charge flying around on it: "Josephine Harris."

Her eyes narrowed, and she returned the proof to Hagrid, with a more kind attitude.

"Sorry for the interruption, please give my regards to Mr. Alan Harris." After she finished speaking, she quickly turned around and left the pumpkin field.

On the way to leave, she happened to meet Harry who was looking for Hagrid, her eyes lit up and she leaned over her: "Hi, Harry."

Harry looked vacillatingly at Rita in her magenta magic robe and green stenographic pen in her hand, who was nothing short of a grinning tiger.

"Harry, are you confident that you can beat Alan Harris, who is currently the top scorer in the next game?" She looked at Harry with a smile on her face, "I heard that you and Ron Weasley had a falling out, Is this because Krum came to Hogwarts? Is there any possibility of you reconciling?"

"I just wanted to say a word to you," Harry said angrily, "goodbye."

After speaking, he ran to Hagrid's hut.

The next day when the spell ended, Professor Flitwick told the little wizards some exciting news: "The Yule Ball is coming—it's a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament and a part of our dealings with foreign guests. Great opportunity. Well, the dance is only open to students above the fourth grade—though you can invite a junior if you like—"

The audience became restless in an instant, the dance, which young man is not frivolous, the little wizards exchanged excited eyes with each other.

"Put on your dress robes," said Professor Flitwick with a smile. "The ball will be in the Great Hall at eight o'clock on Christmas night and ends at twelve midnight. And Alan Harris, as Hogwarts Warrior and the first place in the last competition, you need to do the opening dance with your partner."

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

Not only the little wizards of Ravenclaw, but the enthusiasm of the little wizards of Hogwarts was mobilized, especially the girls.

Girls giggling and whispering in the corridors, laughing shrillly every time a guy walks by, exchanging excited notes about what the Santas will wear on Christmas night...

The six warriors at Hogwarts became the focal point. Some people expected to be the dance partner of the warrior, while others were curious about who the warrior would choose as their dance partner.

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

Fleur and Allen left the castle under the excited and ambiguous eyes of the little wizards, and walked around the lake.

"Alan, you..." Fu Rong hesitated to speak.