It's not a trivial matter to let a group of classmates enter the school hospital, and what's even worse is that although Alan and his group worked hard, they still didn't fool the past.

As a result, the five prefects who tried to form a group had to follow the professor to do chores for a week, and as for the rest of Allen, since the dragon's blood was obviously not something that anyone else could provide, Allen's sin was added to the other, and he did the least favorite thing among the students - taking children.

The so-called taking care of children, as the name suggests, is to take care of the younger students - and it is not one college that takes care of it, but all the colleges to help take care of it.

What to do depends on which professor feels the lesson is necessary, or which professor is sick and decides on the situation - for example, if Lupin hadn't had Snape happy to take the Defence Against the Dark Arts class, those lessons would have been attended by older classmates.

It sounds very loving.,But the actual situation is not so good - this house is better.,People from other colleges are not very obedient.,If you don't happen to see a first-year student.,Then congratulations.,You've had a play.。。。

Even in the same house, the seniors and juniors don't play much - the older the difference, the less they can play together, and if you look at Harry's social circle, the seniors don't like to play with a bunch of kids at all.

Except because of the club or blood relationship, it is difficult for the intersection to happen to students who are too many years old, for example, Harry and the twins have a good relationship, but in addition to Quidditch's teammates, the twin sibling he is familiar with is also Li Jordan.

Therefore, this matter of watching the children almost tired Alan - this is still the reason why he is the prefect, and it is much easier to manage the senior people.

What's even worse is that even with this punishment, he still has to take the class that should be taken, unless the course is conflicting, or not a class can be missing...

——

In the restaurant at noon, when Alan sat on the chair, he had a loveless expression.

"How's the morning going?" asked a feeble voice around him.

"Hell on Earth - I remember we were fine in first grade, why are the first year imps crying in class and saying they are homesick?" Alan replied listlessly.

"It's normal, it's almost Christmas, and the professor is not here, so it's normal for an eleven-year-old to be homesick. Next to him, Marshall interjected.

Alan couldn't help but look at him, and found that this kid was trying to put away the smile on his face, and simply gave up his plan to settle accounts with this kid - "What do you know? Do you think you're crying alone?" That little ghost's voice seemed to work amplification magic, and when I comforted him, half of the class was brought to cry by him, and Professor McGonagall almost didn't comfort him when he passed by to help, and I would rather single out a group of fire dragons than take this job, it was like hell!"

Allen's face was desperate - he couldn't fight him, could he?

When he was a first-year student, he couldn't cry when he encountered this kind of ghost, but now there is no way to do it at all.

"How are you guys doing today?" asked Alan casually.

"It's not good—we watched the dragon you dealt with that day. ”

"Cool!"

"So handsome, are you a punishment or a reward, I want to go too!"

"It's just—that's great!"

A bunch of melon-eating people gathered around - their problem was completely cured at the moment, and it didn't hurt, and some people even missed that taste very much.

"What a ghost!" said the seventh-grade male prefect had a look on his face that wanted to hit someone.

"The professor took us over, talked to the dragon trainers, and then let us start helping with the moves. He looked at the sky with a look of remembrance.

"Moving things, God, you also participated in the transfer of the fire dragon?"

"Hehe-" laughed without any emotion, "One word missing—the professor said that there are very few pure-blooded dragon dung on the market, and she is going to get some fresh fertilizer for the herbs in the small greenhouse when she comes to Hogwarts this time." ”

There was still no emotionless voice: "In order to get more, the professor also deliberately got some more of the fire dragon's favorite herbs, we carried the herbs over, and then came back with dragon dung... ”

The sound of squirting rice and water sounded, and in an instant, countless bubble head charms or iron armor charms appeared on the dining table.

"Dinner, don't talk about this!"

"Hehe, do you think a few of us still have something to eat?" Another sneer, but there was an emotional color behind it: "However, I'd rather move a few more times than go to see the first-grade children!"

Alan was still laughing, and then suddenly felt a pain in his heart...

However, heartache is of little use—for there is still a long way to go before his labor is punished.

The pit daddy's game didn't even put the content of the second game.,This makes him can't even use the excuse of preparing for the honor of the school.。。。

Just as Alan was staring at the others with a look of hatred, a third-year imp suddenly ran over.

"Prefect Allen, Professor McGonagall asked me to let you know that Professor Hagrid is short of a helping senior this afternoon, so you're going there today. ”

The boy who delivered the news had a look of adoration on his face - obviously, in his opinion, whether it was to take on a fire dragon and defeat it head-on, it was a very powerful thing to help the professor do things together without graduating.

In order not to disappoint him, Alan responded indifferently: "Okay, I already know - but Professor Hagrid's class is not usually in the morning, why was it suddenly transferred today?"

"It's said that Professor Hagrid has something to do in the morning, and I don't know anything else, so I need to inquire about it now?"

"No thanks. "Allen has a friendly expression and a standard smile.

——

After the boy left, Alan instantly regained his salted fish appearance, and at the same time, a bunch of teasing eyes around him hit him, like a spotlight.

"The professor said that it was almost done in the morning, and we could rest in the afternoon. The seventh-grade prefect is still like a salted fish, and he has a look of indebtedness.

He was answered by a middle finger from Allen.

However, just as everyone started laughing, one person suddenly put down his fork: "Wait—I found something wrong, you know, the school schedule is generally never changed, even if a professor asks for leave, someone will come to substitute for the teacher, and there must be a reason why Hagrid suddenly replaced the morning class!"

He looked at it all: "As things stand, Hagrid is very likely to be one of the arrangers of the second game - otherwise the strict schedule involving the seventh grade will definitely not be changed, and only the Triwizard Tournament can make the schedule give way." ”

"You mean to have Alan get information from Hagrid?"

"Of course not—it's us who set up the information and tell Allen that the Warriors must be on guard, but we're different!"

"Good idea, before the game starts, if we can get the information, the advantage will be greater!"

。。。

A group of people muttered quietly, and they didn't even bother to eat.

Alan rolled his eyes, and quickly filled his stomach - he had to go a little earlier and talk to Hagrid about what he was going to do.

Before taking it away, he asked kindly: "I'm going over now, do you want me to do something?"

"It's nothing to do with you, take a good look at the child!"

A sentence that I don't know who threw out directly choked all the responses behind Allen...

——

When he saw Hagrid again, Alan himself was taken aback - Hagrid's current aesthetic style seemed to be more and more surprised, and the way he dressed made him not know how to complain for a while.

The only thing that can be praised is that Hagrid's spirit is unusually good at the moment, probably because of the nourishment of love, and his expression is full of what is called hope.

After saying that he was full and declining Hagrid's attempts to serve him food, Alan was able to learn what he was going to do today, amid the strong smell of alcohol (from the fodder from the horses next to him).

Hmmm – a good news and a bad news.

The good news is that he doesn't have to take care of the first grade kid today, and the bad news is that although the other party is a fourth grade kid, he still needs protection...

Because Hagrid was going to let them have a close contact with his beloved new species of fried tail snail today, in order to prevent any accidents, he decided to ask the senior to help take a look, but he didn't expect that the person who came was Alan.

"Well, experimentally, we can think about this - I've seen those guys too, and they're in semi-maturity at the moment, and they're indeed within the range of fourth-year students, but Hagrid, are you ready with the ointment for burns?"

"Of course—I've got a slow bucket ready!" Hagrid said proudly.

As he pointed his finger, a large wooden barrel came into Alan's eye—the strong aroma of the wine had made Alan ignore it.

Hehe, a bucket full.

How big is this bucket?

Let's put it this way, if Hagrid had burns all over his body, this bucket would have been enough for him to apply such a thick layer - in the case of a fourth-year student, so to speak, Professor Hagrid had prepared a poster for all the students before class that was completely enough to deal with their collective burns...

Rolling his eyes, Alan stepped forward in a few steps, and realized that it was still a good natural ointment—an expensive potion ingredient.

"Fill them up in bottles and give them a few vials - you're going to make them think you want them all to burn... ”

"No problem, I'll look for it—" Hagrid hurriedly rummaged through it, and suddenly patted his head as if he remembered something, revealing an embarrassed smile.

"I'm sorry Alan, but I have some things on my side, can I trouble you to pretend to it?" Perhaps because he was too shy, he added, "If only you left me half of it—this plaster is very good, so I'll give you the rest." ”

He hurriedly handed the box of bottles to Allen, cut his hair in the mirror again, and after making sure there was nothing wrong, he quickly rushed out - far away through the window, Alan saw the presence that made Hagrid so ghostly, Madame Maxime.

Well, it's good if you're happy.

Alan got to work—and he couldn't help but mention that his classmates were worried.

Judging from the current situation, he was afraid that his group of classmates would find out that Hagrid was going on a date in the final stage, which would really make people vomit blood.

After all, joy and sorrow are not good for the heart...

——

The afternoon arrived quickly.

Hagrid returned to his room on time, smiling at Alan without explanation.

The two of them left the hut one after the other, walking towards a group of students, Hagrid may not have recovered from the previous date, and now the smile completely blocked Allen, so that he could not see clearly ahead.

However, Alan had already been tortured in the morning, and he would never come up to see the child who could watch for a minute less at the moment.

The class took place in Hagrid's pumpkin field, and Alan silently hid behind Hagrid, comforting himself with a deeply wounded heart.

"I'm not sure if they're hibernating," Hagrid told his classmates shivering in the pumpkin patch just in front of Allen, "but we might as well give it a try, and although I've settled them in the box, it looks like they're in need of more exercise." “

That's a good point—because as Hagrid spoke, most of the boxes in the pile were close to exploding, and if it weren't for the sturdy boxes Hagrid had prepared, some of them might have jumped out by now.

"No one should walk with it all - although it can attack a little now, I don't think it's a big problem, and I've prepared a plaster that works really well-" Hagrid took out a small box and opened it.

A bunch of clean, beautiful little bottles, each containing half a small bottle of purple ointment, looked smaller and more precious in Hagrid's big hand—just look at the packaging.

Hagrid scratched his head, seeing that the people below were reacting well, and even whispered about the plaster in the vial, ignoring why the small stone bottle he had prepared had become the way it was.

As for the fact that the ointment was only half a vial, it didn't matter, he still had a lot of them.

However, he didn't care, but Alan spoke—he always had to raise the interest of this group of people before class, otherwise wouldn't his plaster be taken for nothing?

"Let's guess what the ingredients of these plasters are, and Professor Hagrid should give extra points to those who guess. ”

He walked out laughing, and then almost froze - Harry, they're all here, shame on this forced pretend...

Only then did he remember that this time it was a fourth-grade class, and because he was made a fuss by the bear child in the morning, he forgot it all, looking at a few acquaintances, Alan was a little stupid.

The scene was embarrassing for a while...