The next morning, the storm had subsided, but the ceiling of the auditorium was still cloudy. When Duten walked into www.biquge.info the dining room, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were having breakfast and studying their class schedule for the semester, and a large blue-gray cloud was tumbling overhead. At the same table, Fred, George, and Lee Jordan sat a few seats away from them, discussing what magical spells to use to get older and then fool around and compete in the Triwizard Tournament.

After a brief exchange with his classmates, Duten stood up and walked towards the Gryffindor table.

The Gryffindor students had become accustomed to the fact that he was often "hanging out", and when they saw him coming, they all took the initiative to give him a place.

"It's a good day...... It's been outdoors all morning," Ron said, sliding his finger over Monday's column on the class schedule, "Herb class, with Hufflepuff students, hey, Duten, we're in class together again." Protecting Magical Creatures ...... Unlucky, ...... with Slytherin again"

"There are two divination lessons this afternoon." Harry lowered his head and sighed. Divination was his least favorite subject in addition to potions. Professor Trelawney always prophesied that Harry was going to die, which bothered him in particular.

"Relax, just listen to what Professor Trelawney has to say, don't take it too seriously."

Du Teng hadn't eaten breakfast yet, so he picked up a loaf of bread, smeared it with mayonnaise, and ate it in a big gulp.

"Or maybe you give up this class like I did, okay?" Hermione buttered her slices of bread and said briskly, "Then you can take a more knowledgeable lesson, like arithmetic divination." ”

"I noticed you were eating again." Ron said as he watched Hermione spread a lot of jam on the bread slices.

"I've figured it out, there's a better way to take a stand on the rights of elves." Hermione said haughtily.

"yes...... And you're starving too. Ron said with a grin.

At that moment, there was a sudden sound above their heads, and a hundred owls flew in through the open window, bringing everyone the morning mail. Harry looked up, but between the brown and gray, there was not a single white shadow. Owls hover above the table, looking for the recipients of letters and packages. A large, tawny owl landed on Neville Longbottom's side and threw a package onto his lap - Neville threw it almost every time he packed. On the other side of the auditorium, Draco Malfoy's owl landed on his shoulder, apparently bringing him candy and cake from home. Harry struggled to shake off the heavy feeling of disappointment in his heart, and buried his head to continue drinking porridge. Could it be that Hedwig had an accident and Sirius didn't hear from him?

In herbal medicine class, Professor Sprout showed the class a plant that most of the students had never seen such an ugly thing. Actually, they are not like plants, but more like large, swarthy, slimy slugs that emerge straight out of the soil. And they all squirmed slightly, and there were many shiny big bulges on their bodies, which seemed to be full of liquid.

"Babo tuber." Professor Sprout cheerfully told the group, "You need to squeeze it with your hands, you have to collect its pus—"

"What?" Seamus Finigan asked in disgust.

"Pus, finigan, pus," said Professor Sprout, "is of great value, and should not be wasted." Listen, collect the pus into these bottles. Wearing your dragon skin gloves, undiluted Babo tuber pus can cause unusual damage to the skin. ”

The process of squeezing the tubers is disgusting, but it also creates a strange sense of satisfaction. Whenever a bulge is squeezed, it spews out a large stream of viscous, yellow-green liquid and emits a pungent gasoline smell. They collected the liquid in bottles, as instructed by Professor Sprout, and by the time the class was about to end, they had collected several bottles.

"Now Madam Pomfrey should be happy." Professor Sprout plugged the last bottle with a stopper and said, "The pus from the tubers of Babo is the best medicine for recalcitrant acne." This will discourage students from using drastic measures to get rid of their pimples. ”

"Like poor Eloise Midgan," said Hufflepuff Hannah Abbot in a low voice, "she wants to use a spell to get rid of the pimples." ”

"Silly girl," said Professor Sprout, shaking his head, "but Madam Pomfrey finally put her nose on again. ”

A low, deep bell rang from the castle, over the damp grounds, and the class was over, and the students dispersed. Hufflepuff students walked up the stone steps to a transfiguration class. Duten didn't follow, since Dumbledore guessed his identity, he had greeted the other teachers, it didn't matter what class he wanted to take, how he wanted, as long as he didn't interfere with other students, the professors of the house would not care about him anymore. He followed the Gryffindor students in the other direction, and they walked down the gently downhill lawn to Hagrid's cabin on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Hagrid stood outside the door of the cabin, one hand leading the collar of his great hound's teeth. On the ground at his feet lay several open wooden chests, whimpering and wrestling at their collars, as if they wanted to investigate their contents carefully. As they approached, a strange clicking sound reached the ears of the students, with the occasional faint explosion.

"Good morning!" Hagrid said, smiling at Duten, Harry, Ron, and Hermione, "Better wait for the Slytherin classmates, they don't want to miss this - the fried tail snail!" ”

"What do you say? You repeat? Ron said.

Hagrid gestured to the box at his feet.

"It's disgusting!"

Lavender Brown screamed and jumped a few steps back.

The word "disgusting" also sums up other people's impressions of this kind of fried tail snail.

They resemble deformed, deshelled lobsters, gray, slimy, and terrifying, with many feet sticking out horizontally, and they can't see where their heads are. There were about a hundred of them in each box, each about six inches long, crawling on top of each other, dazedly slamming into the walls of the boxes.

They also emit a very strong smell of stinky fish and rotten shrimp. Every now and then, a spark will shoot out from the tail of a snail, and then with a soft snap, the snail will move forward a few inches.

"Freshly hatched," Hagrid said proudly, "you can raise them yourself!" We can work on a big project! ”

"Why should we raise them?" A cold voice said.

The Slytherin students walked over, and it was Draco Malfoy who had just spoken. Crabbe and Goyle followed him, laughing and appreciating his words.

Hagrid seemed to be stumped by the question.

"I mean, what can they do?" Malfoy asked, "What are they for?" ”

Hagrid's mouth was open, as if he was desperately thinking.

After a few seconds of pause, he said in a gruff voice, "That's for the next lesson, Malfoy." Just feed them today. Okay, so you're going to try to feed them a couple of different things. I hadn't raised them before, and I wasn't sure what they liked to eat, so I prepared ant eggs, frog liver, and emerald snakes. You'd better try a little bit of everything and see if they eat it. ”

"First the pus from the tuber, and now it's this again." Seamus muttered.

It's all such disgusting things, I feel like from the first to the fourth grade, the course has become heavy, and even Du Teng can't stand it. After dividing several souls, as a deity, he has a lot of strange problems that he didn't have before, and mild cleanliness is one of them.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione had a deep affection for Hagrid to grab a handful of greasy frog livers and put them in the box to lure the whelk. Many people think that this matter is meaningless, because the fried tail snail does not seem to have a mouth at all. Du Teng didn't move at all, these things were meaningless to him anyway, although he didn't want to refute Hagrid's face, but sure enough, he still couldn't do it. You can only light it with your wand and send the messy food into the box.

Hagrid, of course, was also reminded by Dumbledore, so he "turned a blind eye" to Duten's laziness, while the others didn't pay attention to him at all, and everyone was preoccupied and careful to serve these ugly guys.

"Ouch!" About ten minutes later, Dean Thomas screamed, "It hurts me!" ”

Hagrid hurried over to him, looking a little flustered.

"Its tail exploded!" Dean huffed, showing Hagrid the burned piece of his hand.

"Ah, yes, that's what happens when they explode." Hagrid nodded.

"It's disgusting!" Lavender Brown grumbled again, "It's disgusting, Hagrid, what's the spiky thing on it?" ”

"That's thorns, some of them have thorns," Hagrid said excitedly, so frightened that Lavender quickly withdrew his hand from the side of the box, "I guess the thorns are males...... The mother has something like a sucker on her belly...... I think they're probably going to suck blood. ”

"Oh, of course I understand why we should find a way to keep them alive," Malfoy said sarcastically, "and who wouldn't want a pet that could burn, sting, and bite?" ”

"Just because they don't look good doesn't mean they're useless." Hermione retorted, "Dragon's blood has magical properties, but would you like to keep a dragon as a pet?" ”

Harry and Ron grinned at Hagrid, who snickered at them from behind his shaggy beard. Hagrid's greatest wish was to have a pet dragon, which Harry, Ron, and Hermione knew all too well - when they were in first grade, he had a dragon, but only for a short time, and that was a fierce Norwegian spinback named Norber. Hagrid just likes big, ferocious animals, and the more dangerous the better.

It's not like Ye Gong in the story of Ye Gong is a good dragon, he likes dragons but is afraid of dragons, but Hagrid is the opposite, this big man with giant blood really likes dragons and wants to raise dragons, but unfortunately there is no such opportunity.

At the end of the two morning classes, the students went to lunch, and after lunch, Duten and Hermione went to the library together, while Harry and Ron continued to attend the divination class. Although they thought Professor Trelawney was crazy, they chose this course anyway, I wonder if there is a slight masochistic tendency? Duten feels that this has yet to be verified.

In the library, Duten and Hermione sat together, flipping through books together, or discussing something, trying not to disturb the others, but the two of them were still seen by many people with a grin. Of course, most of the girls who feel unhappy are girls, after all, Du Teng is the prince charming recognized by everyone. At this time, Hermione was just growing up, and she was far from being as good-looking as the last period in the original book, so many people felt that the two were not a good match, and Hermione was not worthy of Duten.

When the divination class ended, Duten and Hermione left the library to find Harry and Ron, and saw a commotion from afar. As they squeezed into the crowd, they heard Malfoy's taunts.

"There's another picture, Weasley!" Malfoy said, turning the newspaper over and holding it alof, "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.

"Fuck off, Malfoy." Harry said, "Don't be angry, Ron......"

"Oh, by the way, Potter, you lived with them this summer, didn't you?" Malfoy said sarcastically, "So tell me if his mother is really that fat, or if the picture is a little distorted?" ”

"And what about your mother, Malfoy?" Harry said. At the same time, he tugged at Ron's robes to keep him from lunging at Malfoy, "Look at the look on her face, it looks like there's a lot of under her nose!" Does she always have that look, or is it because she's with you? ”

Malfoy's pale face flushed slightly.

"How dare you insult my mother, Potter."

"Then shut your fat mouth." Harry said, turning away.

Bang!

Several people screamed, and Harry felt something hot on his cheek, and he reached into his robe to pull his wand, but before he could touch it, he heard a loud bang.

Then a roar echoed through the foyer.

"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.

Malfoy has been turned into a ferret! The surrounding students were silent, and they didn't even dare to breathe for a moment. (To be continued.) )