That evening, Professor Snape provided plenty of food and drink for the Slytherins, and Draco even asked Snape for flaming whiskey. But the quantity he offers, very strictly. Just enough for a small cup for everyone. The Slytherin common room, which erupted in cheers and commotion again and again. Tables and chairs were piled with mountains of cakes, and jugs of pumpkin juice and butterbeer. Someone set off some laborious fireworks, and many stars and sparks flashed in the air. Daphne hung several striking new banners, most of which depicted Phoenix slaying a short-nosed dragon.

"Come on, open it and see," said Nott, holding the golden egg that Phoenix had placed on the table, weighing it with both hands, "let's see what's inside?"

It was the highlight of the evening, and everyone gathered together, and Crabbe and Goyle lifted him up steadily.

"Alright, come on, open it!" several people responded. Noether handed the golden egg to Phoenix, and he pried it open by digging his fingernail into a groove in the golden egg.

It was empty, there was nothing—but the moment Phoenix opened it, a terrifying, high-pitched, piercing scream filled the room. The two idiots forgot that they were holding Phoenix and covering their ears with their hands.

"Close it!" Melinda yelled with her hands over her ears. Phoenix struggled to close, one hand rubbing his calf as he fell on the table.

"What's that?" Daphne asked, staring at the golden egg, "like a female ghost's cry—"

The crowd erupted in a heated discussion, and no one could convince anyone. Phoenix quietly slipped back into his bedroom to put down the golden egg, and Draco had moved out since Phoenix was elected Warrior. This was the request of the other Slytherins, in order to create a good rest environment for him. After checking that there were no flaws in his illusion charm, he tiptoed out of the common room.

Daphne watched suspiciously, as the stone wall slowly opened, but no one entered, and then closed again.

Hermione sat alone in the Room of Need, her hands crossed over her chest. Occasionally, the wood in the stove made a cracking sound, and she stared nervously at the stove. Phoenix was always surrounded by Slytherins during the day, and she didn't have a chance to take a good look at him, but she noticed that Snape had been holding him as if he couldn't walk on his own anymore as he left the field.

Phoenix seemed much better after coming out of the medical tent, and she was eager to ask him. All secretly contacted with magic silver coins to let Phoenix come here at night. I don't know if he saw it, maybe he was drinking a butterbeer and telling the others about the game. Hermione couldn't help but feel a little annoyed when she thought of this.

"Ahh Since taking the initiative at Peverell Castle over the summer, Hermione has now gotten used to his kisses, only in an unoccupied environment, of course.

"Are you walking—silent?" Hermione patted him, a little annoyed.

"I'm hurrying here, are you going to tell me this?" Phoenix asked softly, holding her in his arms.

"I just wanted to see if I got hurt. Nothing else. Hermione felt as if his weight was all over her and struggled out of her arms.

Phoenix was a little confused right now, and the wine at the celebration seemed to be more powerful than he had imagined.

"You've drunk too much?" Hermione wasn't upset, "you don't look very good during the day." ”

"I didn't expect the wine Bress to—" Phoenix paused, and the two looked at each other.

"I'm leaving, you can rest well. Hermione panicked for no apparent reason.

"Let's go, I don't think so. Phoenix took her hand and pushed her down on the couch. He could feel Hermione's body shake in anticipation.

"Why are you so rogue. "Hermione, don't look away.

His hand slid lightly over her robe, like a sharp blade, slicing through it.

The next morning, Hermione got up and got dressed, and found a beautiful golden feather in her robe. She recognized it as Phoenix's pet phoenix.

"Phoenix, is this Eden's?" Phoenix glanced at in confusion.

"Ahh ”

Hermione bit down on his shoulder and didn't let go.

"Ah-no, I was wrong," Hermione let go, "you're not a cat, you're a." ”

This bite is bleeding.

December brings strong winds and rain and snow to Hogwarts, although there is always a winter breeze in the castle. Hagrid gave Madame Maxime's steeds a constant supply of their favorite single malt whisky. The smell of alcohol wafted from the feed trough in the corner of the makeshift stable, and the students in the Magical Beasts Protection class were a little dizzy. It's not going to do any good, because they're still tending to the dreaded snails and need to use some wisdom.

"I'm not sure if they're hibernating," Hagrid told his classmates shivering in the pumpkin patch in the next class, "and let's try to see if they want to sleep -- we'll settle them in these boxes."

Now there are only ten conch left. Obviously, their desire to kill each other has not been completely eradicated. Today, each of them is close to six feet long. Their thick gray protective layer, their powerful legs that swing wildly, their fire-breathing tails that constantly explode, and their spines and suckers, all of this adds up to make the snails the most disgusting thing Harry has ever seen. The students looked listlessly at the large boxes Hagrid had brought out, all covered with pillows and fluffy blankets.

"We'll lead them in," Hagrid said, "and we'll 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. Soon, Hagrid shouted, "Don't be nervous, don't be nervous. ”

Because the fried snails were rampaging through the pumpkins, the ground was already sprinkled with smoky crate fragments. Most of their classmates—Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle—had fled through the back door into Hagrid's cabin, locking themselves inside. Harry, Ron, and Hermione stayed outside with some of the other classmates to help Hagrid. Together, they were able to subdue and tie up the nine conchs, but they also paid a heavy price, with countless burns and scratches on their bodies. In the end, only one fried tail snail remained.

Phoenix neither ran away nor stepped forward to help them.

"You're just looking at it?" Hermione said to him, annoyed.

"Because the Dragon Slayer Warrior was 'rewarded' last night and was so tired that he injured his shoulder in the morning. Phoenix said to her with a wicked grin.

"Are you hurt? what's the matter?" asked Harry, uninterestingly. Yesterday seemed to just look very weak.

"It's nothing to do with you!" Hermione nervously pulled Harry away.

"yes, yes, yes - it looks like it's fun. Rita Skeeter leaned against the fence in Hagrid's garden and watched the farce. She wore a thick magenta robe today, with a purple collar of suede and a crocodile handbag hanging from her arm.

Hagrid pounced on the whelk and subdued it. A flame erupted from behind its tail, scorching the pumpkin seedlings next to it.

"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, looking at Hagrid with a smile on her face, her gold teeth glistening in her mouth.

"It's like Dumbledore said you weren't allowed to go to school anymore. 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 at all.

"What are these fascinating animals called?" she asked, smiling even brighter.

"Fried snails. Hagrid replied gruffly.

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

"Ah, you're here too, Harry. Rita Skeeter turned her face and said, "So, you like the Conservation of Magical Creatures class, don't you?

"Yes. Harry said unequivocally. Hagrid looked at him with a smile on his face.

"Great," Rita said, "it's really good." Do you teach for a long time?" she asked Hagrid again.

Harry spotted her looking at Dean (who had an unsightly wound on half of his cheek), Lavender (who had a large burnt chunk of her robe), Seamus (who was tending to several burned fingers), Phoenix, and then her gaze to the window of the cabin, where most of the classmates were standing, their noses pressed against the windowpane, to see if the danger had passed.

"Just the second year of teaching. Hagrid said.

"Great—I wonder 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. We can tell us about these -- well-- rattle-tailed wolves. ”

"Fried snails," Hagrid said cordially and eagerly, "uh-yes, yes." ”

At this time, the bell of the castle rang and the class ended.

"Goodbye, Phoenix. But the latter ignored her at all. As Harry, Ron, and Hermione left, Rita Skeeter happily shouted, "That's it, Hagrid, see you Friday." ”