December brought strong winds, rain and snow to Hogwarts. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoAlthough there is always a winter breeze in the castle, every time Xingzhe walks past the large ship of Durmstrang parked on the lake, he is glad for the hot fire and thick walls of the castle.

The great ship swayed in the wind, and its black sails fluttered in the dark night sky. He wondered if it would be cold enough in Durmstrang's mobile home.

"No, the magical society, if it's cold, there should be a way to bake the fire..."

Today Xingzhe went to Hagrid's class, and Hagrid kept serving Madame Maxime's steeds with 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 Conservation of Magical Creatures class were a little dizzy. It doesn't do any good, because they're still tending to the dreaded snails, and they'll need to wield 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 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 snails were rampage through the pumpkin patch, the ground was already sprinkled with smitting crate crumbs. Most of the classmates had fled through the back door into Hagrid's hut and locked themselves inside. Seong-cheol and a handful of his classmates stay outside to help Hagrid. Together, they were able to subdue the nine snails and tie them up, but many of them also paid a heavy price, with countless burns and scratches on their bodies (except for Seong-cheol). In the end, only one fried tail snail remained.

"Hey, don't scare it!" Hagrid saw that Xingzhe was about to use his wand, and said eagerly, and at this time, a voice suddenly came.

"Okay, yes, yes...... It does look like it's fun. ”

Rita Skeeter leaned against the fence in Hagrid's vegetable 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.

Cornered by Xingzhe, Hagrid pounced on it 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 buckle to the snail 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, the gold teeth in her mouth glinting.

"Looks 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 whelch and dragging it hard towards its companions.

Rita didn't seem to hear Hagrid at all.

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

"Fried tail snails." Hagrid replied in a gruff voice.

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

Xingzhe didn't want to talk nonsense with this woman, he hurriedly said: "Since Dumbledore has forbidden you to enter the school, you still have to come over, then I have to report you to Dumbledore!" ”

"Ah, you're here too, Owen!" Rita Skeeter turned her face and said, "So, you like the Conservation of Magical Creatures class, don't you?" Is it one of your favorite classes? ”

Rita's thick-skinned face is beyond Xingzhe's imagination.

"Yes." Xingzhe said unequivocally, and Hagrid looked at him with a smile on his face.

"Great," Rita wanted to continue to say something, but Seung-cheol secretly pointed his wand at Rita, and suddenly Rita's face changed, as if she remembered something, she blinked vigilantly and quickly left

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

"Well.... She's so weird—" Hagrid looked at her, then said goodbye to Seong-cheol.

While we were having lunch together, Luna kept asking him what the golden egg was for.

"It's not really useful...."Xingzhe looked at Luna, and then thought about Penelope, it is estimated that the two of them will be the two of them who will be brought under the water at that time.

That afternoon, Seongzhe was going to take a divination class, and the last thing he wanted was it, and only on a few occasions did Professor Trelawney predict what was accurate.

Although Xingzhe knew that the best routine was to constantly talk about his own bad luck and even face the threat of death, but compared to Trelawney's long-term magic stick, Xingzhe would rather face some battles.

Just as Trelawney asked everyone to observe the water glass.... She suddenly changed into a person, twitched her body, and walked towards Xingzhe like a zombie, Xingzhe's face changed, and he also noticed that Trelawney was wrong, but at this time, Trelawney grabbed his shoulder.

Her voice was low, mysterious, as if she were chanting some kind of magic.

"--O people who are outside the bondage of samsara!

You are about to face the challenge of your fate,

It was a battle full of danger and cruelty,

Your enemy comes from the vast sea of stars.

Your enemies, from the endless void.

If you are not careful, you will lose the most precious thing.

The guardian of time and the blessing of the stars will be your last weapon..."

Instead of singing, the last syllable of Trelawney turned into a huge yawn, and then, as if she had no memory of what had just happened, pursed her lips to look at someone else's teacup.

However, she had a terrible effect.

The classmates around Xingzhe all looked at Xingzhe with an ominous look.

Even Xingzhe himself is wondering what Trelawney just said....

These words... What is the meaning....

Xingzhe looked at Trelawney, who was holding a teacup and advocating to other classmates, and suddenly felt a little scared.... Could it be that a rare and reliable prediction has appeared in me....

(To be continued.) )