The herb class was followed by Hagrid's Conservation of Magical Beasts class, which meant meeting the Slytherin students at the same time. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

This will be their first head-to-head encounter with the Slytherins since becoming Warriors.

As Harry had expected, Malfoy arrived at Hagrid's hut with his sarcastic smile firmly on his face.

"Ah, look, guys, this is the Warrior," he said as he approached, and when he could hear Harry, he began to taunt him, and said to his attendants, "Do you have a book signed by him? Half of the Triwizard Tournament Warriors are dead... Potter, how long do you think you'll live?"

"I guess it was about ten minutes after the start of the first event..."Roger appeared behind Malfoy out of nowhere, grabbed his shoulder with one hand and said with a smile, "You say... How many minutes will my friend last?"

Drake Malfoy shuddered, Roger had left a lot of psychological shadows on him for a year, he dared to jump in front of Harry, and Roger became a frightened quail as soon as he appeared.

Thankfully, Hagrid returned from the back of his hut with a large stack of crumbling boxes, each containing a bulky whelk.

Malfoy was fortunate enough to take advantage of the opportunity to get out.

"The situation of the fried tail snails is not very good, although they no longer kill each other, but they are all very weird... It could even be said to be weird..."Hagrid began to explain with a strange face, "I guess they must have been stuffy in the box for too long, so to solve this problem, I ask each of you to tie a snail to a rope and take it for a walk..."

"Take this thing for a walk?" a classmate asked in horror as he stared at a squirming snail in the box, "Where should we tie the rope?"

"Tethered in the middle," Hagrid said, demonstrating to everyone, "Hmm... I'm afraid you'll need to wear your dragonskin gloves as an extra precaution... Although most of them don't like to blow up indiscriminately. ”

Roger snickered as he picked out a two-ha-attribute fried tail snail, which was lying awkwardly on its back on the ground and dangling its ass.

The students selected the fried tail snails one by one with bitter faces and dispersed, and they all had a hard time.

The snail is now more than three feet long, and its strength is amazing. They were no longer fleshy, carapaceless, colorless, but had grown a thick, shiny, grayish-white armor-like thing. Their appearance is somewhere between a giant scorpion and an elongated crab... But I still can't see where the head and eyes are.

Even though their stats have been tampered with, they are still so powerful that they are difficult to control.

Neville's wil-tailed whelch is very territorial, and if anyone dares to approach its crate, it will immediately flutter and jump out with two of its claws, chasing and headbutting people. Roger guessed that it was probably the goose's attribute.

Once everyone had walked away with the snail, Hagrid turned to Roger and the others in the name of guidance, and Harry was helping Neville hold down the ferocious whelch so that Neville could tie the rope to its waist.

Hagrid crouched down and easily pressed the conch with one hand.

"So... You're going to the tournament, to the tournament. Become a champion of the school. He said to Harry very seriously.

"One of the warriors. As Roger dragged his 'husky' along, he corrected Hagrid's statement.

Hagrid didn't retort, and under his thick and unkempt eyebrows, his beetle-like black eyes looked very worried, "I just don't know who put your name in it, Harry?"

"Do you need to ask?" Harry looked at Roger, who was teasing the dog with his foot not far away.

"It can't be him," Hagrid muttered, "Dumbledore agrees with Moody that your name wasn't cast in by Roger." ”

Harry blinked, and looked at the pit goods beside him with extreme questioning: "Who else would it be?"

"I don't know... But that's definitely not a good thing. Hagrid sighed suddenly, his gaze wandered over Roger and the others, and said to Harry with a worried look on his face, "As the warriors of the school, you can run into anything..."

Harry didn't answer. Yes, he could do anything... Not only him, but also Hermione, when walking by the lake in the morning, Roger said something almost like this, there is danger to make progress.

Over the next few days, Roger's and his party began to struggle at Hogwarts.

The Hufflepuffs wanted to support their own champions, and the Slytherins had always been at odds with Gryffindors, and the taunting was obvious, and most of the Ravenclaw classmates thought that Harry had played a trick and tricked the Goblet of Fire into taking the names of several of them, eager to earn more fame for themselves.

Harry, who should have been the most uncomfortable, was rather calm. During his sophomore years, when many of his classmates at school suspected him of attacking his classmates, the little Savior's life was much more difficult than it is now, at least now the Gryffindors are still cheering for their warriors.

It's time to cheer, Gryffindor alone accounts for six warriors, which is twice as many as the top three, and this number sounds like an advantage~

And then there's the indisputable fact that Cedric does look more like a warrior than Roger does. Handsome, tall and muscular, but not bloated.

These days, between Cedric and Victor Krum, it's hard to say who gets more praise. At lunch, Roger saw the sixth-graders who had been desperate for Klum's autograph, and begged Cedric to sign their bags.

Hermione, who had been snubbed by the other colleges, expressed her disdain with a sarcastic sneer.

During this time, Harry used his two-way mirror to contact his godfather, and basically just got some useless nonsense, mostly something: "I know better than anyone that you can take care of yourself." ”

"I don't think anyone will be able to hurt you as long as you're around Dumbledore and Moody. ”

"It seems that someone is trying to do this. ”

"It's very risky to sign you up for a tournament, especially with Dumbledore right under his nose. ”

and exhortations such as "Be careful". You can see these words as long as you have a little brain, okay...

Moreover, Blake also said that he would immediately leave for Hogsmeade Village to give his godson meticulous paternal love and care.

But Harry refused, he was terrible to disturb his godfather's pickling business.