The sudden news caught everyone off guard.

Van Lin was named and banned from participating in the Three Witches Fighting Competition, which was undoubtedly a confession by Beauxbatons and Durmstrong.

To Hogwarts, or to Van Lin?

It's all just a matter of discussion.

However, it is not surprising that there is such a conclusion.

Van Lin's honor is too great, there is no need for him to participate in this kind of school competition, he is the strongest, this is something that the wizarding world recognizes.

Naturally, Fan Lin lost the possibility of participating in the Three Witches Fighting Competition, and everyone's speculation and wind direction changed.

The only constant is that the proud Hogwarts never thought they couldn't win the championship.

Van Lin is so happy, he is not the focus, which saves a lot of trouble, and if it weren't for Voldemort, the ghost would want to participate in the Three Witches Fighting Competition.

It looks like my original plan to pass the entry process has been ruined.

A few days later, in the morning, the overcast storm finally passed, though the roof of the Great Hall was still dark and heavy lead-gray clouds were still hovering overhead. Harry, Ron, Verlin, and Hermione checked their new class schedule over breakfast.

A few seats away, Fred, George, and Lee Jordan were discussing how to use magic to age themselves and blend in with the Three Witches Tournament.

"The weather is nice today...... It's been nice all morning," Ron said, his finger swiping across the Monday column of the class schedule, "Herbology and Transfiguration, and magic conjuring critters...... Hell, we're still in class with Slytherin......"

"This afternoon is a double divination class. Harry sighed and said, looking at the bottom of this column, apart from making witchcraft, divination was Harry's least favorite subject. Professor Trauney was always prophesying Harry's death, which made him extremely annoying.

"You three should give up this subject like I did, right?" Hermione said briskly, buttering her toast, "and do something sensible, like number divination."

There was a sudden rustle above their heads, and more than a hundred owls flew in through the open windows, bringing their morning letters. Harry instinctively looked up, but didn't see the shadow of his own white owl in the pile of brown and gray owls.

The owls circled around the table, looking for the owners of these mail and packages. A large, tawny owl flies up to Neville and drops a package on his lap - Neville always forgets to wrap things.

On the other side of the auditorium, Malfoy's owl perched on his shoulder, bringing with him what seemed to be the same as usual: candy and cake from home.

In order to eliminate the sinking feeling in his stomach caused by the disappointment, Harry returned to his seat and continued to drink cereal. At this time, everyone will receive some letters from home, except for him.

Where is the most letters in Van Lin, dozens, and these are all sifted by Dobby.

"Damn, I shouldn't have let these letters come in. ”

Van Lin looked a little annoyed, these bad things ruined his good mood to eat peacefully.

As they walked through the path between the wet vegetable patches to the third greenhouse, Harry had been thinking about these things.

But when Professor Sputlaw showed the class a plant in the greenhouse—the ugliest plant ever seen—he was so attracted to it that he stopped thinking about letters.

In fact, the plant didn't look like a plant, but more like a number of large, black slugs sticking straight out of the soil, each slightly twisted and deformed, covered with large, shiny bumps that looked like they were filled with fluid.

"Boobaus (the name of this strange plant)," Professor Sputlaw told them briskly. "Gotta get them out, and then you collect those pus-"

"Collect what?" said Finnigan Seamus protestingly.

"Pus, Finigan, I mean collect pus," said Professor Sputlau, "and it is quite useful, don't waste it." Collect the pus in these bottles. Put on your dragonskin gloves. If it gets on the skin before it is diluted, a weird reaction may occur. ”

The work of squeezing Boopoepers was disgusting, but it went surprisingly well.

It carries a strong smell of gasoline.

They followed Professor Sputlaw's instructions to put the pus in the bottle. At the end of the lesson, they collected several bottles of pus.

"It will make the lady happy," Professor Sputlaw said, while the last bottle was corked. "Boobouges' pus is a cure for stubborn acne, and the students must be stopped from trying to get rid of their acne in a desperate way. ”

"Poor Eloth, for example. Midgan," said Hannah Albert, who had studied Transfiguration, in a calm tone.

"She tried to use a spell to get rid of the acne. ”

"Stupid girl," said Professor Sputlaw, shaking her head, "but Madam Pomfrey then nailed her nose. ”

A rumbling bell echoed across the wet floor of the castle, bringing the message of the end of class. So the students dispersed, and the Transfiguration learned to go up the stone steps to the Transfiguration class, while the Gryffindor, who had learned to tame the griffin and the Hippogriff, walked in the other direction, down the sloping lawn, to Hagrid's cabin, which was built on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Hagrid stood outside his cabin, one hand holding the collar of his big black dogtooth, and at his feet there were several open wooden boxes, and the tooth barked and tugged at the collar, obviously eager to approach the box to see what was inside. As the students approached, a strange noise came to their ears, like some small bomb.

"Good morning!" Hagrid said with a smile to Harry, Ron, Van Lin, and Hermione. "Let's wait for the Slytherin class," he didn't want the students to miss out on the sparkling tail snail.

"What the hell is this?" Ron asked, the box ringing all the time.

Hagrid gestured to the wooden box at his feet, "Fried snails!"

Neville screamed and jumped back.

In Harry's opinion, the Fried Snail was the best summary of the strange creature with its tail that would spark.

They appear to be deformed, unlit lobsters, pale and filthy in color, with many feet sticking out in strange places, but their heads are not visible. There were about a hundred of them in each box, each about six inches long, crawling on top of each other, or crashing into the walls of the boxes.

They emit a strong smell of rotting fish.

From time to time, their tails will burst into a burst of sparks with a snap, while their bodies move forward a few inches.

"Freshly hatched," Hagrid said proudly, "so you can raise them yourself." But we need to make a plan first. ”

"Why do we want to raise these things?" said a cold voice.

Slindlin's has arrived. It was Draco Malfoy who had spoken, and Kra and Goyle giggled approvingly.

Hagrid was struggling with the question.

"I mean, what are they for?" asked Malf, "what are we doing with them?"

Hagrid opened his mouth but paused for a few seconds, apparently struggling to think about it, before he said coldly, "That's for the next lesson, you just have to feed them today." Now, you try feeding them different things – I haven't had them before, I don't know what they eat – I've prepared some ant eggs, frog livers, and some grass snakes, and I'll try a little of each. ”

Hagrid also summed up the method, he is a Hogwarts professor, and naturally, he has his rights.

It's really bad to be threatened by your own students.

Malfoy couldn't say anything, not even his father could save him.

However, he agrees, and at least for now, there is no value in such things.

"First pus, then this thing. Seamus muttered.

Even Harry, Ron, and Hermione, who were deeply in love with Hagrid, silently picked up a glass of frog liver and put it in a wooden crate to lure the sparkling tail snails.

Harry couldn't help but think it was pointless, as those snails didn't seem to have mouths.

"It's useless, I don't think this shellfish will eat anything, you know, it should all be in the sea......" Van Lin looked at these terrible fried tail snails, these shell creatures with spark-spewing tails, they didn't look like they could go into the water.

"Gloves for you. Hermione said, preparing several pairs of dragonskin gloves.

"Ouch!" exclaimed Dean Thomas ten minutes later. "It hurt me. ”

Hagrid hurried over to him, looking anxious. "He's sparkling from his tail!" Dean said angrily, stretching out his burned hand to Hagrid.

"Ah, yes, they hurt people when they take Mars. Hagrid nodded.

"Fried snails!" Dean added, "Fried snails...... Hagrid, what's the spiky thing on it?"

"Oh, some have stings on them," Hagrid said excitedly, and Dean quickly pulled his hand back from the box.

"I thought they were all males – females had straw-like stings on their abdomen...... I think it's for bloodsucking. ”

"Oh, I know what we're doing with these things," Malfoy said sarcastically, "who wouldn't want to have a pet that burns, stabs, and bites?"

"Just because they're not good-looking, that doesn't mean they're useless," Hermione interrupted unceremoniously.

"Dragon's blood has amazing magic, but you wouldn't want a dragon as a pet, would you?"

Harry and Ron grinned at Hagrid, who smiled slyly in return. As Harry, Ron, Verlin, and Hermione knew, nothing was more appealing to Hagrid than a pet dragon - when they were in the first year at the school, Hagrid had secretly kept a dragon, an evil Norwegian ridgeback, for a while.

However, Noble seems to have been domesticated well, except that he always burns things around.

Hagrid loves nothing but terrifying creatures - the more lethal the better.

It's an iron law, and everybody knows it.

"At least those snails are small creatures. This was what Ron said when they returned to the castle for lunch an hour later.

"They're just small now," Hermione's voice showed her as if she was enraged, "and once Hagrid keeps giving them something to eat, they'll grow to six feet long." ”

"What does it matter? if we find out they can cure seasickness, right?" said Ron.

"Of course you know that I just said that to shut up Malfoy," Hermione said, "and honestly I think he's right. The best thing we should do is squash them all before they're old enough to attack us. ”

They sat down at the Gryffindor table and began to eat lamb and potatoes. Hermione ate so fast that everyone stared at her.

"You...... What's wrong with you, Hermione?"

Van Lin tried to ask, "Are you hungry?"

"No," Hermione said, her mouth bulging from the sprouts, desperately trying to make herself look relaxed, "I just want to go to the library." ”

"What?" Ron didn't believe what he heard. "Hermione - it's the first day of school, and we don't have any homework to do!"

"We have homework?" Harry was a little confused.

"Not really. Van Lin shook his head.

The girl seems to have made up her mind to take out the plan of house-elves in the past two days, and her heart is shining.

Twinkle hasn't come back until now.

Hermione shrugged and continued to binge on food as if she hadn't eaten in days. Then she jumped up and said, "Goodbye dinner!" and quickly left the table.

In fact, in the afternoon divination lesson, Van Lin was desperate to escape, while Harry was even more anxious.

"Saturn, baby, Saturn!" Trawney said, enraged to see that Harry's grace hadn't been drawn to the news.

"I mean, when you were born, Saturn was definitely in power in heaven...... Your brunette ...... Your diminutive stature...... Tragic loss of ...... at a young age I guess I'm right, you were born in the middle of winter?"

"Wrong," said Harry, "I was born in July. ”

Ron and Van Lin laughed and coughed.

Half an hour later, each of them was given a complex circular chart and tried to draw the corresponding planets in the positions indicating the time of their birth, a monotonous task that required constant timelines and calculations.

After a while, Harry frowned and looked at the parchment in his hand as he said, "I have two Neptunes here, it can't be right, can it?"

"Ahh......h

Finigan and Dean, who were sitting next to them and drawing, secretly laughed.

Brown exclaimed excitedly, "Oh, Professor, look! I think I got an unexpected planet! Oh, Professor, what's that?"

"That's Uranus, my dear," Professor Trawney said, staring at the chart.

"Brown, can you take a look at that Uranus too?" Ron asked.

Unfortunately, Professor Trawney heard this, and perhaps it was this phrase that caused the professor to give them a lot of homework at the end of class today.

It's just too bad, and divination and astrology go hand in hand......

Maybe you should be a little more domineering?