For Allen, he only needed to provide some information to Hermione for the subsequent training camp, and Hermione still played the role of the main instructor.

At this point, she was sitting in the library, her quill gliding lightly across the parchment, leaving behind a beautiful slice of character. A small Hungarian tree bee model was placed on top of the parchment, and when she looked up, she saw the little dragon yawning, curling up, and closing his eyes. Hermione gave a warm smile.

For Hermione, being the main instructor was a good idea. After all, in this way, on the one hand, she can be taught by Allen himself, and on the other hand, she can share the burden for Allen while improving her prestige and status in the training class, the best of both worlds.

November brought strong winds and sleet to Hogwarts. In this case, the Ravenclaws, who need to go outdoors for a lesson in the conservation of magical beasts, are immensely attached to the hot fires and thick walls of the castle.

Although there is always a breeze in the castle in winter, it is much better than a cold wind blowing outside all the time.

And Professor Hagrid, who is in charge of the Magical Beasts Protection class, is not on the minds of these students. From time to time, he got up and offered Madam Maxim's steeds their favorite single malt whisky. The smell of wine wafted from the feed trough in the corner of the makeshift stable, and the little wizards were dizzy.

Still, they still have to take care of the terrible fried tail snails. Now there are only ten conch left. Obviously, their desire to kill each other has not been completely eradicated.

Today, each of them is nearly 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 the little wizards have ever seen.

Hagrid, on the other hand, came up with an even more terrifying idea, he actually wanted to hibernate these snails that seemed to be a hundred times more energetic.

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!"

This farce made Michael really speechless, especially when he saw that the students in the non-intensive training class did not dare to use the lethal spell in order to avoid harming the tail snails, and wanted to tie them up, so they were burned and scratched in countless places.

Michael drew his wand and subdued one of the tail snails that were rampaging through the pumpkin patch with a stun charm.

Seeing this, the students from the other training classes also took action, and soon, the pumpkin patch sprinkled with the fragments of the box that was emitting green smoke fell silent.

Rita Skeeter leaned against the fence in Hagrid's garden, wearing a thick magenta robe with a purple fur collar and a crocodile bag hanging from her arm.

"Who are you?" Hagrid noticed and asked.

"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 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?"

"Oh, with permission from the Department of Magical Beasts Management and Control, I can buy and raise these little ones. ”

Hagrid, apparently knowing what the other man wanted, pulled out a crumpled certificate from his moleskin coat, the red seal of the Ministry of Magic shining on it.

Rita carried the certificate with two thick fingers, trying to make out the signature of the person in charge of the dragon and phoenix dance on it: "Josephine Harris." ”

Her eyes narrowed, and she returned the proof to Hagrid, and her attitude became more kind.

"Sorry to interrupt, please say hello to Mr. Alan Harris on my behalf. With that, she quickly turned away from the pumpkin patch.

On the way out, she happened to run into Harry, who had come to Hagrid, and her eyes lit up, "Hi, Harry." ”

Harry wandered around looking at Rita, dressed in a magenta magic robe and holding a green shorthand pen, like a smiling tiger.

"Harry, are you confident that you can beat Alan Harris, who is currently the current top scorer, in the next match?" she looked at Harry with a smile on her face, "I heard that you had a falling out with Ron Weasley, is it because Krum came to Hogwarts?"

"I just want to say one thing to you," Harry said annoyedly, "goodbye. ”

With that, he ran to Hagrid's hut.

The next day, Professor Flitwick gave the little wizards excited news: "The Santa Ball is coming—it's a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament and a great opportunity for us to socialize with foreign guests. Yes, the ball is only open to students from the fourth grade onwards - but if you wish, you can invite a junior student—"

The audience instantly became agitated, the ball, which young man is not frivolous, the little wizards exchanged excited eyes with each other.

"Put on your gowns," Professor Flitwick said with a smile, "and the ball will be held in the Great Hall at eight o'clock on Christmas night and will end at twelve o'clock at midnight. There's also Alan Harris, as the Hogwarts Champion and first place in the last game, you'll need to do the opening dance with your dance partner. ”

Alan smiled and nodded in the eyes of the little wizards.

Not only the little wizards of Ravenclaw, but the enthusiasm of the little wizards of Hogwarts was aroused, especially the girls.

The girls laughed and whispered in the hallways, laughing loudly whenever a boy walked by, excitedly exchanging ideas about what the saints would wear on Christmas night......

The six Warriors at Hogwarts were in the spotlight, with some looking forward to being the Warriors' dance partners, while others were curious about who the Warriors would choose as their dance partners.

While eating lunch, Alan is stopped by Fleur, who was waiting for him.

Fleur and Alan leave the castle and walk around the lake under the excited, ambiguous gaze of the young wizards.

"Alan, you ......" Fleur stopped talking.