Chapter 540 (1/2)
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