Sure enough, Filch's final destination was really Hagrid's cottage, and although Hagrid was now a teacher, he still had a part-time job, so the place where he lived remained the same, just an extra office.

He slowly approached the hut and soon heard Hagrid's loud voice.

"It can't be, Filch, and I won't give it to you." Hagrid's voice was quick.

Filch's voice was so small that McGoth could only hear a few words indistinctly, followed by Hagrid's loud refusal, and after a few back and forth, Filch also loudly stated that he would not give up.

McGoth hurriedly hid, and after a while saw Filch angrily open the door of the hut and leave. He walked out of the hideout, looked at Filch's back, and felt an indescribable feeling, too, if he didn't know the existence of magic, it would be fine, but he knew, and his parents were also wizards, but he couldn't use magic himself, which was really too big a blow for him.

"Magos, why are you here?" Hagrid was about to close the door at this time, when he saw Magos ask loudly.

"Well, I'm here to see Filch, and to be honest, the thorn he just got in his hand is mine."

"Oh my God, how can you give him the assassin, do you know what he's doing with it." Hagrid exclaimed in surprise.

"Of course I do, but then again, how could Filch know about this, Hagrid, do you know?"

Hagrid's face froze when he heard this, and he looked his head left and right.

"Of course, of course, I don't know." He stammered.

McGoth didn't break it either, just told him what Dumbledore had said yesterday.

"So Professor Dumbledore has agreed?"

"It should be, otherwise he wouldn't have agreed to me giving him the assassin."

"Then I should have given him the tea just now?" Hagrid shook his head a little contradictory,

"I'm going to ask Professor Dumbledore too, he should come and tell me first." He muttered.

McGoth shrugged, Dumbledore's thoughts, who could have guessed.

"By the way, Hagrid, tomorrow there is another class on protecting magical creatures, what are you going to do?"

Hagrid's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he immediately forgot about Filch and pulled Magos into the cabin.

"I didn't tell anyone." As he spoke, he asked Magos to look at the large bucket that was placed in the cabin.

McGoth walked over and took a look, and in between them several strange-looking fish were ...... each other Fight?

"What is this?"

"Devil Scales."

"Worms?" McGoth's eyes widened as he looked at the creature in the barrel.

"Is this a bug? Not a fish? ”

"Of course, but they're bigger now, and they're the size of your thumb when I first caught them." Hagrid had a smug look on his face.

McGoth tugged at his lips,

"You shouldn't be allowed by the Ministry of Magic, right?"

"Shh Hagrid looked around weakly.

"They're usually very quiet, but they just started playing games when they were disturbed by Filch."

"Are you sure they're playing a game?" Magos asked, looking at the few worms that had already bitten each other's wounds.

"Well, maybe they're a little upset when they're woken up."

"Hagrid, I'd suggest you'd better not use them for class." Magos looked at Hagrid with a sincere expression.

"Why?" Hagrid asked, very incomprehensible.

"It took me a long time and a lot of thought to get there, and even though they're a little uglier and a little more fierce, they're still a lot of fun, you see." As he spoke, he put his hand into the bucket, and several demon scale insects in the bucket instantly stopped fighting and bit Hagrid's hand one after another, but they couldn't bite for the time being.

"You see, they can't hurt me." Hagrid proudly picked one up and handed it to him.

Magos couldn't help but take a step back, looking at the ugly and vicious Demon Scale Worm. He really couldn't understand Hagrid's brain circuits.

"Listen to me, Hagrid, if you want to continue as a teacher, you'd better keep them out of sight. You don't have to teach us this weird thing, we've just taken this class, any interesting magical creature. ”

Hagrid was a little disappointed by what Magos said, and he casually threw the Vigil Worm back into the bucket.

"But I think I'm going to give you something different. You can all read for yourselves in the book. ”

"But Hagrid, if we had only seen for ourselves, we wouldn't have been able to understand the habits and dangers of this creature so well."

Hagrid felt that there was some truth in what McGoth said, but he was a little dismayed when he saw the Demon Scale Worm in the bucket that had begun to fight again.

"You go back first, I'll think about it later." Hagrid waved his hand.

Seeing that the persuasion had some effect, McGoth said a few more words and left, he hadn't eaten lunch yet.

Shortly after McGoth left, Dumbledore suddenly stepped out of the empty corner.

Looking at Hagrid, who was unconscious, he had to cough lightly.

Hagrid spun around, nearly breaking a few wooden poles on his head.

"Professor Dumbledore. When did you come. ”

"When Filch came." Dumbledore said with a laugh.

"Did you hear it all?" Hagrid said with some curtle.

"Mr. Will has a point, Hagrid, and I want you to be the professor of the Magical Creatures class all the time."

"I will." Hagrid said hurriedly.

"Of course, I believe you, but you should also let those children take their time to accept your findings." As he spoke, he looked down at the Demon Scale Worm.

"Like it, I think those kids will be scared when they see it, and some wizards might do something behind their backs."

Hagrid saw that Dumbledore also agreed with McGoss, so he reluctantly agreed.

"Good." Dumbledore seemed relieved, and while he could ignore the board, it wouldn't have been as simple as a letter of complaint if the creatures Hagrid had made had robbed the children.

"Let's talk about Filch."

"It's not me, I don't, I don't know." Hagrid didn't say a word, first a denial triple.

Dumbledore smiled.

"It doesn't matter anymore, we should think about how to dispel or help Filch, and I don't think he'll give up until he tries it."

"You can just tell him and he'll listen to you." Hagrid suggested.

Dumbledore shook his head,

"It may be an option, but it's not the best. I would have preferred him to succeed, but unfortunately I know it's impossible. ”

"What then?"

"You give him some tea first, maybe he'll give up after trying it once."

Hagrid nodded, reaching out and pulling out a handful.

"I'll give it to him the next time he comes."

Dumbledore nodded, then said that one more trip to Snape would be gone.

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