This lesson in feeding the fried tail snail is indeed quite pleasant, this cute little creature will not only occasionally prick the student who takes care of him, but also blow up his tail from time to time, of course, if you haven't fed it for a long time, it is not impossible to stare at your finger and suck a mouthful of blood.

After class, walking on the soft grass, Lilian's crimson pupils carried a teasing anger, "This animal also deserves to be called a magical species?" It didn't work at all, and it stung me several times in a row, and if Hagrid continued to get them out in the next class, I would resolutely quit. ”

"I've long said that this stupid big guy is unreliable, when Dumbledore asked him to be the teacher of this lesson, I felt that this school was almost over, let a woodland keeper be the teacher, can't I find anyone?" Malfoy looked like he knew this, and his face was full of disdain.

"Actually, this fried tail snail may have some effect, the big project that Hagrid said in his mouth, recently in the school, only the triwizard competition will be held, so the fried tail snail is likely to be set as a level in the competition." Augustus said lightly.

Malfoy suddenly realized, "I see, this creature is only aggressive, if it is put in a game, it is indeed very good. Even so, since the school has given him the task, he can cultivate it himself, so why should we take care of these disgusting things. ”

"If it's really the level setting of the Triwizard Tournament, Hagrid can put them in the classroom, so that the students of Hogwarts can familiarize themselves with the habits of this creature in advance, so that the warriors of Hogwarts have a great advantage, and this kind of early cheating behavior is actually relatively common." Lillian muttered.

At 10 o'clock in the afternoon, the three of them came to the foyer, which was crowded with people waiting in line for dinner. Malfoy was reading a newspaper with interest when he suddenly saw the Harry trio not far away, Draco's gray-blue eyes with a playful look.

"Weasley! Hey, Weasley! ”

Harry, Ron, and Hermione turned to look.

"Why?" Ron asked angrily.

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

It seems that the troubles of the Ministry of Magic are not over, and Rita, a special correspondent of this newspaper? Skeeter writes. Recently, the Ministry of Magic has been criticized for failing to maintain order effectively during the Quidditch World Cup, as well as for failing to provide an explanation for the disappearance of one of its witch officials. Yesterday, due to the prohibition of the abuse of Muggle items Division Arnold? Weasley's bizarre behavior put the Ministry in a new embarrassing position.

Malfoy looked up.

"Come to think of it, Weasley, they didn't even get your father's name right. He's just an insignificant little guy, isn't he? He gloated loudly.

Lillian shook her head helplessly, standing as far away as she could, this Malfoy, who was excited at the sight of Harry, was simply too naïve.

"There's another picture, Weasley!" Malfoy said, turning the newspaper over and holding it aloft, "A picture of your parents, standing in front of your house — you call it a house!" If your mom can lose some weight, she looks okay, right? ”

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

"And what about your mother, Malfoy?" Harry said—he and Hermione grabbed the back of Ron's robes and kept him from lunging at Malfoy—"Look at the look on her face, it looks like there's under her nose!" Does she always have that look, or is it because she's with you? ”

Malfoy's eyes grew cold, "Do you know what you're talking about?" Insulting a Malfoy? Looking for death? ”

A half-moon-shaped blue wind blade flew by, and before Harry could react, a shallow wound was scratched on the right side of his face.

"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.

There was a terrible silence in the foyer. Augustus looked at Moody expressionlessly, walked up to Malfoy, glanced at the ferret lying on the ground, and said in an indifferent tone, "Who gave you such a right to cast Transfiguration on a student." ”

Moody's eyes rolled around as he looked at Malfoy, who had turned into a ferret, with an unclear hatred on his ugly face, "Standing here, it's your professor, what right do you need to punish a student?" What's more, taking the initiative to sneak attack others, this kind of dirty method, is really damned. ”

With that, Moody began to limp towards the ferret, which was still on the ground, and the ferret screamed in horror and prepared to hide behind Augustus.

"I don't believe in this evil!" Moody roared and pointed his wand at the ferret, Augustus' face gradually turned cold, and a red light, a gray light that hit Moody's wand head-on, echoed in the hallway.

"Very well, heir to the House of Julius, right? You pretentious pure-bloods have always been in cahoots, and the party is the same as the other. Today, I don't believe that I, as a professor, can't teach you a lesson? Moody sneered, and pointed his wand directly at Augustus.

"Shadowless!" A transparent torrent flew out, the air seemed to be torn apart, and the surrounding Slytherin students turned pale, such deadly magic, just to teach the students?

Augustus's face was still indifferent, and he waved his wand unhurriedly, and a layer of incandescent wall of flames rose from the ground, standing horizontally, and a torrent of transparent air flew into the wall of flames, instantly extinguished, without the slightest ripple.

Moody's turning eye glanced at the pure white wall of flames, and his wand pointed at the stone table outside the foyer, "Winkalaviosa!" The stone table rose into the air, and in the next second, the huge stone table shot directly at Augustus like a cannonball.

With a light finger of the wand, the stone table in the air suddenly stopped in mid-air, and an invisible giant hand held the entire huge gray stone table, and a layer of crystal transparent frost gradually formed outside the stone table, and with a loud bang, the stone table fell to the ground.

Shaking his head boringly, "Your combat thinking is too narrow, and your magic attainments are limited to the existing system, and at the very end, it is only at the current level. It's better to think more about how to get out of the simple spell system and innovate your own magic path, in addition, there are too many flaws in this kind of thing, so it's better to use less. ”

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