After almost a year of running-in, the reading club is now developing very well. Under the guidance and organization of Ryan and Hermione, the book club is developing in the direction they want.

For example, at a book club, Ryan explained the principle of magic when dealing with dragons, and pointed out that the principle of this magic is based on electromagnetic induction and is directly inspired by a Muggle science fiction weapon (the electromagnetic cannon was a science fiction weapon in 94). None of the people in the reading club showed dissatisfaction when they heard this, and even when everyone left, several pure-blood wizards were still curiously asking about various Muggle technology related to electromagnetism.

Hermione was the main instructor in the book club, and she was very interested in the position. On the one hand, she can use it to promote her own ideas, and on the other hand, she can also improve herself by teaching others to find out their shortcomings. Not to mention that the position also provides her with some prestige.

Hermione was sitting in the library writing her homework for the Ancient Magic Script, her quill leaving beautiful letters on the parchment. Ryan sat across from her at this time, calculating the location and effect of a rune in magic.

December brought strong winds and rain and snow to Hogwarts, adding a chill to the old castle. Luckily, this year, both Beauxbatons' carriage parked in the open field and the Durmstrang galleon floating on the Black Lake looked much colder than the castle. Comparing the other two schools, many Hogwarts students felt that the chill in the castle was nothing.

But the wind and sleet were blowing outside the window. Students who still need to go outdoors to take a Magical Beasts conservation class in this situation will be impressed by the hot fires and thick walls of the castle. After all, even the coldest corridors in the castle are more comfortable than blowing the wind outside. But skipping class was definitely not okay, and Ryan had to bite the bullet and go to the playground below.

Hagrid hadn't devoted all his energy to teaching lately, and during class he had to leave every now and then to pour their favorite single malt whiskey into the manger in front of the Pegasus in Beauxbatons. The smell of wine wafted from the feed trough in the corner of the makeshift stable, and the little wizards were dizzy. According to a Gryffindor elementary school girl, a bottle of this grade of wine costs around £20 in the Muggle world, and it can be seen from here that Beauxbatons is indeed rich.

However, this smoky smell of alcohol is not good for class, because everyone needs to be mentally prepared to take care of these dreaded fried snails. After months of cannibalism, Hagrid now had only ten conchs left. But each of these is nearly six feet long. Tail snails with a thick layer of gray protection and powerful legs that swing wildly are not a good thing to live on, especially since they also have a fire-breathing tail and a seemingly lethal thorn and sucker.

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

"Hagrid, you're not kidding, are you?" said Ryan, who was more energetic than any of the students on the playground right now, and he didn't think there was any need for hibernation with these things. Especially when Hagrid brought out the large box containing thick blankets and pillows, Ryan felt that the sense of absurdity was even stronger.

A six-foot-long crate could fit anyone on the field except Hagrid, and Ryan felt that he needed to burrow into the crate to keep warm in the cold wind more than the snails that were bouncing around.

Sure enough, those fried snails don't need to hibernat, especially if they don't like to be stuffed into pillow-covered boxes and lids. Soon, the snails were in a commotion, trying to smash the box and crawl out.

"Fainted. Ryan pulled out his wand and gave the wand a stun spell to the wand in the box, which finally quieted it down. Later, with the help of the Gryffindors, Ryan and Hermione knocked out the other four snails that were in the hands of the Gryffindor students in this class.

The Slytherins were a step too late, and when they reacted, three snails managed to break through the crates and escape. With Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle at the forefront, the Slytherins fled through the back door into Hagrid's hut and locked themselves inside.

"These Slytherin purebloods are too-" Ryan was really speechless about these Slytherins who were about to run, what about the perfect magical tutor of the pure-blood family?

Ryan waved his wand while complaining about some of his fandom in his past life. As he cast his spell, a pillar popped up from the ground and flipped a tail snail over, revealing its poorly defended belly. After that, everyone used a mess of magic spells to knock out the fried tail snails.

"That's why our family thinks the word pure-blood traitor is more honorable. Ron said as he cast an obstacle spell on the snail to stop it from moving forward. "Those Slytherins are the ones who tarnished the word pureblood. ”

"Don't hurt it. Hagrid said heartbroken as he saw the Gryffindors rain down on the last conch.

"Students are so much more important than these monsters, and when will Hagrid realize this? Harry said angrily as he watched Hagrid run over to the half-dead whelk that had been beaten and babbled. If it hadn't been for everyone's attack just now, he would have almost been burned by the sparks from the snail.

Since the snails are now unconscious, after moving them back to the cellar, Hagrid will explain to the textbook the dragons that appeared in the first game of the Triwizard Tournament.

I have to say that Hagrid's knowledge of magical creatures is indeed worthy of the status of a professor, especially for those "cuties" who are interested in him. Hagrid knew far more than most wizards.

Even if there were no physical objects to use as a reference for the rest of the lesson, Hagrid's story managed to attract everyone. Even the Slytherin students took a keen interest in the content of the lesson.

Near the end of class, Rita Skeeter, dressed in a thick magenta robe and with a crocodile leather handbag on her arm, came out of nowhere.

"Who are you?" Hagrid asked directly when he saw him.

"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.

Rita pretended not to hear this, and said directly in a curious tone: "You just described the dragon really very professionally, how did you master so much knowledge?"

Such a question was so annoying to Hagrid that he immediately forgot about Professor Dumbledore's ban on Rita Skeeter and began to gush on it, and even as he was leaving class, Ryan heard Hagrid and Rita Skeeter make an appointment to meet at Three Broomsticks later in the week for a long talk.

"I hope he doesn't tell me about breeding some illegal creatures before. Hermione said as she returned to the castle. "Even if it were normal, the woman would have distorted it into sensational, and it would be terrible for her to know what Hagrid had done before. ”

"Maybe we can take this opportunity to get rid of those fried tail snails. Ryan thinks there will be a good side to this kind of thing.