Chapter 526: Fried-Tailed Snail

It could be seen that Ron hated Malfoy terribly, and what happened just now was really too much.

A series of unsatisfactory encounters recently made Ron feel very bad.

Ivan, Harry, and Hermione had to comfort him, and Malfoy was punished no matter what.

To turn him into a ferret, toss him violently into the air and come back down, was no less of a thrill to him.

Not surprisingly, Malfoy should be a little more honest recently.

When the four of them returned to the auditorium for dinner, the conversation turned to Moody's first Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione asked Ivan what happened in class, and they had already heard the wind.

Except that Moody is a fake and the terrible memory he saw, Ivan told them the rest.

"That's really cool!" Harry exclaimed, "It's an Unforgivable Curse!"

"The Imperius Curse?!" Ron's face was extremely pale, and he had particularly bad memories of this spell.

"How could he use the Imperius Curse on you!" said Hermione sharply, "It's not allowed, have you..."

"Don't worry, I broke his spell, he probably didn't expect me to be so strong." Ivan said in a relaxed tone.

"How did you do it?" Harry asked hastily.

"Resisting the Imperius Curse requires strong willpower, or use the Occlumency I taught you." Aiwen explained, "This magic can prevent the invasion of all external spirits, not just the Imperius Curse, it also All other spiritual black magic works, like that dream you've been having lately."

"Occlumency is too difficult, is there an easier way?"

"An easier way?!" Ivan thought for a while, "If your magic power is stronger than the caster's, then his spell will naturally not work on you, and you can even counter it."

"Raising mana is harder than learning Occlumency..."

"Harry, we shouldn't be focusing on this. It's the Unforgivable Curse. Professor Moody shouldn't use this kind of spell on little wizards at all." Hermione said, "If the Ministry of Magic knows about this kind of thing, it will definitely find out Trouble with Moody and Dumbledore!"

"Probably will!" Ron said absently, as if he was still thinking about the method of resisting the Imperius Curse that Ivan just said, "But Dumbledore has such a personality in doing things, right? Moody has been troublesome for many years Constantly, always indistinguishable, do it first and then talk, look at his trash cans!"

"And what Professor Moody said is also very reasonable. It is better to learn to resist this dark magic in class than to be trapped by dark wizards outside, isn't it?" Harry continued, "He is teaching us how to deal with the real black magic. Dark wizard."

Hermione didn't say a word, and it was obvious that she quite agreed with this sentence.

Although Moody's actions made her feel very uncomfortable, she had to admit that she did start to look forward to it.

A few minutes later, they sat down at the Gryffindor table, when there were not many people in the Great Hall.

Seeing the delicious food, Ron's bad mood recovered somewhat.

The four of them began to eat lamb chops and potatoes.

Hermione wolfed down and ate quickly, and Ivan, Harry, and Ron looked at her in amazement.

"Oh, Hermione! Is this your new stance on elves' rights?" Ron couldn't help asking, "Thinking to piss yourself off?"

"No!" said Hermione, her mouth bulging with sprouts, but she put on airs as best she could and said, "I just wanted to go to the library."

"What?!" Ron said in disbelief. "It's the first day of school and there's no homework yet!"

Hermione shrugged her shoulders and continued eating like she hadn't eaten in days.

Then, she jumped up, said see you at dinner, and ran away.

Behind him, Ivan, Harry, and Ron looked at her in surprise.

"Evan, do you know what she's going to do?" Harry asked.

"I don't know, probably I want to write an article for the Hogwarts Newspaper about protecting the rights of house-elves."

"She does seem to be very concerned about this matter, and really wants to rescue those enslaved house elves." Harry nodded, "She has no classes in the afternoon, and she will probably stay in the library all afternoon. By the way , Aiwen, what class do you have in the afternoon?"

"Hagrid's protection of magical creatures class, I wonder what magical animals he will show us?"

"We just finished, I promise, it's going to be very exciting," said Harry. "You'll know it when you see it!"

"Yeah, a group of pets that can burn people, sting people, and bite people!" Ron nodded, "Hermione thinks they might be of some use, just like dragons, although they look fierce, but dragons Blood works wonders."

A few minutes later, Harry and Ron went back to the common room to pick up "Throwing Through the Mist".

They spent two afternoons with Professor Trelawney's divination class, and they needed to learn about the movement of the planets.

And Aiwen walked out of the castle, along the slowly descending lawn, towards Hagrid's cabin on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

He was still thinking about Keresis and the monster, and who would Barty Crouch Jr. pretend to be? !

When Ivan walked to Hagrid's hut, he heard a series of explosions as soon as he approached, waking him up.

Before he could understand what was going on, a huge black monster rushed towards him.

It was Hagrid's huge hound Fang Fang, who whined and threw Ai Wen on the grass, licking his face.

"Don't be like this, Yaya..." Ivan struggled to stand up.

Leading it to the side of the hut, Hagrid was busy in front of a large pile of shaking boxes.

There was a strange rattling sound inside, as well as the explosion that Ivan had just heard.

"You're here, Ivan!" Hagrid said happily, "Come and take a look at these snails, Harry and the others like them very much."

Immediately, Ivan knew what Ron said, a group of pets that could burn, sting, and bite.

They were a large school of snails that looked exactly like deformed and shelled lobsters.

It was gray and sticky, and it looked terrible, with many feet sticking out in all directions, and it was impossible to see where the head was.

There were about a hundred of them in each box, each about six inches long, and they crawled on top of each other.

They bumped dazedly against the walls of the box, and there was a very strong smell of rotten fish and shrimp.

Every now and then a few sparks would shoot off the tail of a snail, and with a soft snap the snail would be pushed forward a few inches.

Disgusting, these things are simply monsters, not much worse than the guy Ivan saw in Keresis' memory. (To be continued.) Browse and read address: