"Protecting Magical Creatures class today, I don't know what that stupid big guy will teach us?" Melinda said, sliding her finger over Monday's column of the class schedule.

"Maybe we'll bring the Kemera out of the way. ”

"If he dares, that's fine. Phoenix bowed his head and yawned.

"yes, it should have eaten him first. Brace jokingly said.

"Didn't you plan to give up divination?" Draco said suspiciously, buttering his slices of bread.

"I changed my mind. "Phoenix didn't want to speak in the morning, he was still half-asleep. Since the end of last semester, Professor Trelawney had made a prediction to him that he thought was inexplicable, and his relatives had taken action. Before school started, Snape became his secret agent, telling him that Professor Trelawney was the prophet who had predicted that the Dark Lord would be defeated more than a decade ago.

He had to cautiously reassess the world's prophetic magic, and all of this made him decide to observe the seemingly nervous professor.

Today, Professor McGonagall's class requires them to turn hedgehogs into needle pads, which is quite difficult for many people. Professor McGonagall explains why.

"You are entering an important period of your magical education!" she told them, her eyes shining majestically behind the square lenses, "your O.W.Ls exams are approaching—"

"We won't be taking the level exam until fifth grade!" said one of the Gryffindor boys angrily.

"Perhaps, Mr. Thomas, but trust me, you need to be well prepared! Today we're going to be in the Animal Transition-" At the end of the class, the PA participants were successful. They walked down the gently sloping lawn to Hagrid's cabin on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Hagrid stood outside the door of the cabin, one hand leading the collar of his great hound's teeth. On the ground at his feet lay several open wooden chests, whimpering and wrestling at their collars, as if they wanted to investigate their contents carefully. As they approached, a strange clicking sound reached their ears, with the occasional faint explosion.

"Just hatched," they heard Hagrid say proudly as soon as they arrived, "you can raise them yourself!

"Why did we raise them?" said a cold voice. The Slytherin students looked at the strange and ugly creature, and others applauded his words.

Hagrid seemed stumped by the question.

"I mean, what can they do?" asked Malfoy, "what are they for?"

Hagrid's mouth was open, as if he was desperately thinking. After a few seconds of pause, he said in a gruff voice, "That's for the next lesson, Malfoy." Just feed them today. Well, you have to try feeding them a couple of different things -- I haven't had them before, and I'm not sure what they like to eat -- I've prepared ant eggs, frog livers, and emerald snakes -- try a little bit of each and see if they eat it.

Phoenix didn't have much of a sense for this strange species, and he hid behind Crabbe and Goyle, who were more than enough to cover him.

"Ouch!" After about ten minutes, Thomas screamed, "It hurts me!"

Hagrid hurried over to him, looking a little flustered.

"Its tail exploded!" Dean said angrily, showing Hagrid the burned piece of his hand.

"Ah, yes, that's what can happen when they explode. Hagrid nodded.

"Disgusting!" complained Lavender Brown again, describing the creature brilliantly.

"Ah, some of them have thorns on their bodies," Hagrid said excitedly (Lavender quickly retracted his hand from the side of the box), "I guess the thorns are males—the females have something like suckers on their stomachs—and I think they probably suck blood." ”

"Oh, of course I understand why we should find a way to keep them alive," Malfoy said sarcastically, "and who wouldn't want a pet that could burn, sting, and bite?"

"Just because they don't look good doesn't mean they're useless. Hermione retorted, "Dragon's blood has magical properties, but would you like to keep a dragon as a pet, huh?"

Draco continued to look disgusted as if he hadn't heard.

"It's a crime for him to breed magical creatures without permission. An hour later, when they returned to the castle for lunch, Melinda said.

"Oh, no one cares about that anyway, does it?"

In the afternoon, Professor Sprout showed the class a plant. Actually, they are not like plants, but more like black, slimy slugs that emerge straight out of the soil. And they all squirmed slightly, and there were many shiny big bulges on their bodies, which seemed to be full of liquid.

"Babo tuber. Professor Sprout cheerfully told everyone, "You need to squeeze it with your hands, and you have to collect its pus—"

"What?" Draco asked in disgust.

"Pus, Malfoy, pus," said Professor Sprout, "is of great value, and should not be wasted." Listen, collect the pus into these bottles. Wearing your dragon skin gloves, undiluted Babo tuber pus can cause unusual damage to the skin. ”

The process of squeezing the tubers is disgusting, but it also creates a strange sense of satisfaction. Whenever a bulge is squeezed, it spews out a large stream of viscous, yellow-green liquid and emits a pungent gasoline smell. They collected the liquid in bottles, as instructed by Professor Sprout, and by the time the class was about to end, they had collected several bottles.

"I just heard that," Philip said in a low voice, "Meadgan, trying to get rid of the pimples with a spell." As a result, even her nose was shoveled off. ”

"Silly," Phoenix said, shaking his head, "but Madam Pomfrey should be able to put her nose on." ”

A low, deep bell rang from the castle, over the damp grounds, and the class was over, and the students went to the auditorium for dinner. Draco hadn't even eaten and went to the door with the newspaper, and in a moment.

"Weasley! Hey, Weasley!"

"Your dad is in the newspaper, Weasley!" said Malfoy, waving a copy of the Daily Prophet and speaking in a deliberately loud voice so that everyone in the foyer could hear it, "Listen to this!"

The Ministry of Magic has a new mess

It seems that the troubles of the Ministry of Magic are not over, writes Rita Skeeter, a special correspondent for this newspaper. Recently, the Ministry of Magic has been criticized for failing to maintain order effectively during the Quidditch World Cup and for still failing to provide an explanation for the disappearance of one of its witch officials. Yesterday, the Ministry of Magic was put in a new embarrassment due to the bizarre behavior of Arnold Weasley, who banned the misuse of Muggle items.

Malfoy looked up.

"Come to think of it, Weasley, they didn't even get your father's name right. He's just a little insignificant, isn't he?" he said aloud gloatingly.

At this time, everyone in the foyer was listening to him. Malfoy put up the newspaper as if he were acting, and continued:

Arnold Weasley, who was commanded to own a flying car two years ago, was embroiled yesterday in an argument with several Muggle enforcers over a large number of aggressive dumpsters. Mr. Weasley appears to have risen to the aid of Mad-Eye Moody, a former Auror. When Mad Eye Moody could no longer tell the difference between a normal handshake and a premeditated murder, he retired from the Ministry of Magic. Sure enough, when Mr. Weasley arrived at Mr. Moody's heavily guarded residence, he found that Mr. Moody had made another false alarm and had sent a false alarm. Mr. Weasley had to revise the memories of several police officers to get out of them. But when asked by a Daily Prophet reporter why he had involved the Ministry of Magic in this pointless and potentially intractable matter, Mr. Weasley refused to answer.

"And a picture, Weasley!" Malfoy said, flipping the newspaper over and holding it aloft, "a picture of your parents, standing in front of your house - you call it a house!

Ron trembled with rage. The people in the foyer looked at him.

"Dinner entertainment. Phoenix came to the foyer to eat and watch the live broadcast, and a plate floated in front of him.

"Fuck off, Malfoy. Harry said, "Don't be angry, Ron—"

"Oh, by the way, Potter, you lived with them this summer, didn't you?" Malfoy said sarcastically, "and tell me if his mother is really that fat, or is the picture a little distorted?"

"And what about your mother, Malfoy?" said Harry—he and Hermione grabbed the back of Ron's robes to keep him from lunging at Malfoy—"Look at the look on her face, it looks like she has shit under her nose!

Malfoy's pale face flushed slightly.

"How dare you insult my mother, Potter. ”

"Then shut your fat mouth. Harry said, turning away.

Bang! Is it deliberately off target or limited level, Phoenix was dumbfounded. The spell flew past Harry's head.

Then there was another loud bang. Bang! a roar echoed through the foyer. "Oh, don't do that, boy. ”

Harry jerked around and saw Professor Moody limping down the marble staircase. He had a wand in his hand and pointed it at a snow-white ferret, which was shivering on the stone-paved floor, where Malfoy had stood.