In fact, because of Twilight's unrestrained crying, Hermione's original mobilization work was naturally in vain.

Hermione didn't stop Twinkle until she left.

No matter what Hermione asked, Sparkle would always have a single voice.

Sobbing.

It didn't look like this was the first time that Shining had done this, and the strangeness of his eyes couldn't be hidden.

Yes, Twinkle was very sad because of Barty Crouch.

This exacerbated Hermione's resentment of Barty Crouch.

This is also something that can't be helped, because of the happy days because she went to the kitchen, Hermione always has a hurt look on her face.

As soon as December began, the wind and fog sent to Hogwarts in early winter. The castle is always pleasant in winter.

Maybe it's because of magic, but everyone loves Hogwarts in winter.

Every time Harry and his men passed Durmstran's boat on the lake, they felt very pleasant to see the boat bouncing up and down in the sea breeze and the black sails puffing up to the sky.

Perhaps, Beauxbatons' quarters must have been cold, too, and Harry noticed Hagley, who was fattening Madame Maxim's horses for their favorite single malt whisky.

The smell rising from the trough in the corner of the stables was enough to make the whole class giddy when they were taking the Magical Beasts conservation class.

This is certainly not good, because the terrible fried tail snails they care for require their wits to fight.

"I don't know if they're hibernating or not. Hagrid was teaching the next lesson to the students in a windy pumpkin patch. Rita Skeeter leaned against the fence in Hagrid's garden, observing the chaos.

Today, she wears a thicker fuchsia coat with a fur, purple collar and a crocodile leather handbag hanging from her shoulder.

As the snail cornered Harry and Ron, Hagley jumped on top of the snail and overpowered it, at which point bursts of flames erupted from its mouth, scorching the pumpkin seedlings nearby.

"Who are you?" Hagrid asked.

"I'm Rita Skeeter, a reporter for the Daily Prophet. Rita replied, smiling at him, her gold teeth glinting gold.

"Dumbledore said you were expelled, didn't you?" Hagrid said with a frown, dragging the subdued Tail Snail to his companion.

Rita acted as if she hadn't heard Hagrid.

"What are these strange monsters called?" she asked, smiling even wider.

"A fried snail with a glowing tail. Hagrid muttered.

"Really?" asked Rita, apparently genuinely interested. "I've never heard of anything like this...... Where did they come from?"

Harry noticed the blush that was shining under Hagrid's sideburns, and his heart sank, how the hell did Hagrid get these snails?

Hermione seemed to have been thinking about this all along, and then she immediately replied, "They're funny, aren't they?" Harry, don't you say?"

"What? Oh, yes, yes...... Ouch...... It's funny. Harry screamed as she stepped on his foot.

"Ah, here you are, Harry!" Rita Skeeter said, looking around, "So, you like the conservation of magical beasts, one of your favorite classes?"

"Yes. Harry said firmly.

Hagrid looked at him and smiled. It's like a child of more than 200 pounds......

"Well, it's funny," Rita said, "really interesting, taught for a long time?" she added to Hagrid.

Harry noticed her eyes glancing at everyone, Dean (with a heavy knife mark on one side of his face), Lavender (the robes were badly burned), Finigan (who was there tending to his scalded fingers), and then swept to the window of the hut, where many students were standing, their noses pressed against the glass window, trying to get a better view of the Black Lagoon.

"This is my second year here. Hagrid said.

"Well, interesting...... I guess you don't like being interviewed, do you? But can you share with us about your experience with magical beasts? I think you know that the Daily Prophet has an animal column every Wednesday, and we're going to report this bunch of, uh, tail-whirring snails. ”

"It's a fried snail with a glowing tail," Hagley corrected eagerly. "Uh-huh?"

Harry was uncomfortable with this, but Rita Skeeter was there, and he couldn't express it to Hagrid.

So while Hagrid and Rita were discussing a time of the week to meet at the Three Broomsticks for an interview, they had to stand there in silence and endure it.

After a while, the castle bell rang, signaling the end of another lesson.

"Alright, goodbye, Harry!" Rita Skeeter said goodbye to him happily as she saw him and Ron and Hermione get up to leave.

"See you Friday night, Hagrid!"

"She'll twist everything he says. Harry whispered.

"As long as he doesn't illegally import those snails or whatever. Hermione said desperately that they wanted to help Hagrid - and if it were Hagrid, he would do the same.

"Hagrid used to get into trouble, but Dumbledore never fired her," Ron said reassuringly, "and worst of all, Hagrid had to get rid of the snails." I'm sorry...... I'm not saying it's serious, I meant it well. ”

"That's a good thing. Suddenly, there was a sound in the air around him.

"What are you doing? I thought you weren't here......

"Actually, I used the Transfiguration Charm, and when Rita arrived, it was too much trouble to negotiate with her, she came to me so many times that it's hard to imagine how she would polish me. Fan Lin said helplessly.

"It's a good idea to get rid of those fried snails, though, and hell knows where Hagrid got these weird things. ”

Harry, Ron, and Hermione all laughed, and felt a little happier at it, and of course no one was going to stop Hagrid, and they got up to go to lunch, which was much more important than these damn fried tail snails.

Now Harry and Ron are back together. And then things get fun again.

They had a lot of fun playing double-sided foresight that day, and they were also drawing star charts and writing prophecies together. Professor Trauney had been happy watching the two of them there prophesy their own deaths, but Harry and Ron snickered as she explained the different ways in which Plato disrupted their daily lives, and she was enraged.

It's a daily activity, and the two of them always provoke Professor Trawney, but fortunately Professor Trawney isn't Snape, and that's the only thing to be thankful for.