"Babo tubers..."

When a group of students arrived at Greenhouse Three, Professor Sprout was happily moving out a large pile of slugging-looking plants: "I need you to squeeze it with your hands and collect its thick water..."

"Uhh

"It's a very valuable thing, don't waste it, listen, you have to collect the brine into these bottles. Wear your dragon skin gloves, undiluted Babo tuber thick water can cause a lot of damage to the skin. ”

"I don't know why," Egger squeezed a piece of Babo tuber in his hand with leather gloves, "it looks disgusting, but there is a strange sense of satisfaction." ”

As he spoke, Egg changed his gesture, and Hermione on the side immediately blushed.

"Poof..."

Whenever a bulge is punctured, a large stream of viscous yellow-green liquid is sprayed and emits a pungent gasoline smell.

Egger sniffed slightly, can this thing replace gasoline?

If you can, it's a green and pollution-free new energy!

What more electric cars? How good it is to directly dilute this thing as an energy source.

It also satisfies the needs of those who like gasoline combustion and engine roaring...

New energy?

As a firm gearbox controller, all automatic transmission cars and ungeared motorcycles are heretics in Egger's opinion!

Before I knew it, by the time the class ended, Egger had already squeezed out several large bottles of pus...

Hermione looked at Egg's slimy dragonskin gloves and cupped her chest in a stealthy motion.

It shouldn't be... Is it a problem with the feel?

"Now Madam Pomfrey should be happy." Professor Sprout smiled happily and plugged the last bottle with a stopper: "The pus from the tubers of Babo is the best medicine for stubborn acne, so that the students can stop the students from using irritation to get rid of their pimples." ”

"I don't really understand..."Iger chuckled softly, "Don't talk about pimples, I haven't even had freckles..."

As the words fell, most of the people in the class turned dark.

The blackest is Ron...

I have to say that the British should be regarded as the most freckle-prone race among Europeans and Americans, even if the face is white, there will be some freckles when you look closely.

The only few people in the class who didn't have freckles were Egg, Harry, and Dean, and even Hermione was more or less freckled.

Of course, Dean is black and doesn't count...

Unless he has a tumor on his face, no one can notice something like freckles...

"Like poor Eloise Midgan," Hannah Abbott whispered, "she wants to use a spell to get rid of the pimples." ”

"Silly girl." Professor Sprout shook his head, "But Miss Pomfrey finally put her nose on again. ”

"It's just a freckle, don't you want to be so scary...", Iger smacked his lips.

All the noses wiped out?

What does that girl have to do with Voldemort?

The low, deep chime sounded through the damp hillside and from the direction of the castle.

The Hufflepuff students were on their way to Transfiguration class, and the Gryffindor dogs were heading to Hagrid's hut at the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Egg looked in the direction of Hagrid's hut, where Emily was riding around Buckbeekmanna, and Egg wondered if Hagrid was trying to teach the students about the characteristics of vampires.

To be honest, Egg didn't really want Emily to come into contact with the school students too early, and he wouldn't forget Emily's attack that seemed to be a teleportation and strange power, and she slammed herself against the wall in just a second.

If that little slut from Draco goes up and teases...

But fortunately, Emily is still relatively easy to communicate.

Hagrid stood outside the door of the hut, holding the dogtooth in his hand, and several open wooden boxes were placed on the ground at his feet, whimpering and struggling, as if curious about the contents of the box.

As the group approached, a strange clattering sound reached the students' ears, interspersed with the faint sound of explosions.

"Good morning!" Brother Hao looked at everyone with a smile: "It's better to wait for the Slytherin students, they definitely don't want to miss this - fried tail snails!" ”

"Oh sh*t...," Iger muttered quietly.

In the end, it still appeared, this strange species...

Ron blinked, "What?" ”

Hagrid gestured to the box at his feet.

"Disgusting!" Lavender Brown seemed to see something, and immediately jumped backwards with a scream.

Egger nodded thoughtfully, and through the cracks in the box, Egger saw the strange species—like a deformed, shelled lobster, but it was a gray and slimy appearance, which made people look without appetite at all.

The most important thing is that there are seven or eight slender feet under that thing, not to mention that Egger's scalp is numb, and the more than 100 fried tail snails in the box still exude a fishy smell like stinky fish and rotten shrimp...

"It's just hatched, you can raise it yourself, and we can do a big project!" Hagrid said aloud with a proud look on his face.

"Are you sure?" In the distance, the Slytherin students walked over, Draco did not restrain his disgusted expression at all, not only disgust, but also disgust, he looked directly at the fried tail snail in the box, "Why did we raise it, what can it do?" What's the use? ”

Hagrid seemed to be asked, he thought desperately, and then said in a rough voice: "Well, that's the next lesson, you just feed it today, feed them a few different foods - I haven't raised them before, and I'm not sure what they like to eat, I've prepared ant eggs, frog liver, and emerald snakes, try everything and see if they eat it." ”

"First pus, then this." Seamus muttered quietly.

Egger's eyes narrowed, and then he looked at Hagrid seriously: "Hagrid, you must know that the Ministry of Magic strictly prohibits the cultivation of new magical species without permission, let alone hundreds!" This is a felony! ”

Hagrid's face froze suddenly, and he looked at Egger with some pleading: "Oh, you're right Egger, but they're so cute..."

The corner of Egger's eyes twitched, and he didn't see how cute these things were.

Do you have any misconceptions about cuteness?

"But you don't even know what they eat or what their habits are, sorry Hagrid, we can't joke with the safety of our students." Egg's face was serious: "But I can take a few to test first, if you can, you can teach them, if not, then you have to stop." ”

Hagrid's eyes were lost, but he knew Egg was right.

He doesn't even know what these little things eat...

"Thank goodness," a group of students breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh... All right. Hagrid looked lost: "In that case, then I'll show you the new friends in the Forbidden Forest in this lesson." ”

Egg nodded, he knew that Hagrid was talking about Emily, not the dragons...

Grabbing three tail screws and stuffing them into his arms, Egger's figure disappeared in place with a snap.

The next second, Egger appeared in the kitchen, and as soon as he appeared, Egger threw the three fried tail snails on the long table in the kitchen: "Okay dear, help me see if this thing can be eaten, if it can be eaten... How to make it delicious..."