Today, each whelk is nearly six feet long and has a thick gray protective layer. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

They wiggle their powerful legs wildly, their fire-breathing tails exploding, and their spines and suckers.

All of this adds up to make the fried snail the most disgusting thing Evan has ever seen.

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

"Let's bring them in!" Hagrid said, "and put the lid on and see what happens." ”

As a result, they discovered that snails don't hibernate and don't like to be stuffed into pillow-covered boxes and lids.

They probably thought it was going to be stuffy, and as soon as the lid was closed, the snails suddenly became irritable.

After a few loud noises and screams, Hagrid shouted, "Don't be nervous, don't be nervous!"

Because the fried snails were rampaging through the pumpkin patch, the ground was already sprinkled with smitting crate fragments.

Many had already escaped through the back door into Hagrid's hut, and Evan had stayed outside with Colin, Ginny, Gabrielle, and a few other classmates to help Hagrid.

Together, they managed to subdue the ten snails and tie them up.

But everyone also paid a heavy price, with countless burns and scratches on their bodies.

In Aven's opinion, Hagrid is simply going further and further down the road to death.

These snails are gradually escaping their control and becoming as dangerous creatures as the human-headed sphinx manticore.

The wise way to deal with these snails is to kill them before they kill anyone.

But Evan was sure that Hagrid would never do that.

In fact, he didn't blame Hagrid for his position, and he devoted more and more energy to the study of many dangerous magic.

Come to think of it, after bringing back the ancient magic text to be cracked, Aven is also preparing to summon a demon......

Despite good reason, the event itself is terrifying, evil, and incredible.

If someone told Evan about these things in the first grade, he would have thought that person was crazy!

At that time, his knowledge of the dark arts was limited to the level of waving a few spells.

The Avada Spell is indeed powerful and effective, but it is not as evil as imagined.

He thought that black magic was nothing more than that, but as he learned more about magic, Evan realized that he was wrong.

In order to become stronger, Voldemort did something more cruel to himself than most wizards imagined.

Evan was sure that Voldemort had summoned demons as well, but what he did with demons was definitely beyond everyone's expectations......

Let's get back to Hagrid, who could now be killed by an increasingly irritable snail at any moment.

Or to make matters worse, these things are reported by Rita Skeeter.

After the first game, the woman did not leave school and returned to London.

She camps around Hogwarts, looking for opportunities to get more exciting news.

Evan knew she was an illegal Animagus and wanted to catch her when she turned into a bug.

Or, more directly, beat her up so she doesn't talk nonsense.

But Evan couldn't do that, and he was skeptical that it would work.

Even in the face of the Ministry of Magic, Fudge and Dumbledore, Rita Skeeter will not be polite in spreading rumors.

Probably only a dark wizard like Voldemort, who kills at every turn, can make her feel afraid.

Evan had planned to bring out that Rita Skeeter was an illegal Animagus, but the woman was careful to never transform when there were people around, nor did she approach a stronger wizard while transformed.

It was clear that Evan was one of those people she would never come along.

Evan couldn't follow her around the school, waiting for her to transform, he didn't have that time.

Looking at Rita Skeeter walking from the edge of the Forbidden Forest, he felt it was time for Dobby to move, move!

"yes, yes, yes, it looks like it's fun. ”

Rita Skeeter walked over and leaned against the fence in Hagrid's garden, watching as everyone worked together to trap the whelch and put it in the box.

She wore a thick magenta robe with a purple collar of suede and a crocodile handbag hanging from her arm.

"Who are you?" Hagrid asked Rita Skeeter as he fastened a rope buckle to the spines of the snail.

"My name is Rita Skeeter, a reporter for the Daily Prophet. Rita replied.

She looked at Hagrid with a smile on her face, her gold teeth glistening in her mouth.

"I remember you, Dumbledore said you weren't allowed to go to school again. Hagrid said with a slight frown, turning over and disappointing the slightly deformed snail, dragging it hard toward its companions.

Rita didn't seem to hear Hagrid's words at all, and the smile on her face became even brighter, "What are these charming animals called?"

"Fried snails. Hagrid replied gruffly.

"Really?!" said Rita, looking intrigued, "I've never heard of it before, where did they come from?"

If he could, Evan wished Hagrid didn't say any more.

He walked over and lightly stomped Hagrid, who paused to look at Aven suspiciously.

"You're here, Aven!" Rita Skeeter's eyes lit up, "So, you like the Conservation of Magical Creatures class, don't you?"

Evan didn't bother with her, he was going to drag Hagrid back.

But when he looked up and saw Haile looking at him expectantly with a smile on his face, he had to nod.

"Yes, a lot of us love it, and Hagrid taught it great!"

"That's great!" Rita said, "It's really good, teaching for a long time?"

"Just the second year of teaching. Hagrid said, his face flushing red from the excitement behind his unkempt black beard.

"Great, I don't know if you'd like to give an interview and share your experience of protecting magical creatures with readers, the Daily Prophet has a zoology column every Wednesday, I think you must know. Can we tell us a little bit about that...... Yes, rattle-tailed wolf. ”

"It's a fried snail!" Hagrid said cordially and eagerly, "I'd love to be interviewed and share my experience of taking care of these cute little ones, Ivan's newspaper has been doing many issues, but I think the Daily Prophet might be better!"

"That's good, we'll meet at Three Broomsticks on Friday and have a long talk!" Rita said with satisfaction, turning her head to look at Evan, "I've written about the first game and your defeat of the fire dragon, you'll like what I say about you, Aven, but we're missing ...... right now"