"Freshly hatched. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" Hagrid said proudly, completely oblivious to the resistant eyes of the students around him, "You can raise it, we can use it for a big project." ”

"Why did we raise it?" a cold voice came.

Draco Malfoy walked up, followed by two of his henchmen, Crabbe and Goyle.

Hagrid seemed to be stopped by the question, and he opened his mouth without saying anything.

"Maybe I'm not clear enough, I mean, what can they do?" Malfoy asked sarcastically, "what do they do?

Hagrid's mouth was wide open, his face wrinkled, and he was desperately thinking. After a dozen seconds, he said in a gruff voice, "That's for the next lesson, Malfoy." Just feed them today. Okay, you've got to try to feed them different things......... I hadn't had them before, so I wasn't sure what they liked. I prepared ant eggs, frog liver, and emerald snakes........ Try a little of everything and see if you like it. ”

Louis glanced at Hagrid with pity. Unexpectedly, after a summer vacation, Hagrid, a stupid big man, actually became smarter. He also thought that Hagrid would be stumped by Malfoy so that he wouldn't have to take care of something so disgusting.

But what I didn't expect was that Hagrid would also become smart one day. Although Hagrid helped him a lot, it was still well worth it to let Hagrid be choked a little so that he would not have to raise such a disgusting fried tail snail.

But it is clear that the current plan has failed. And that Malfoy guy can't even bully Hagrid, so he's getting more and more confused.

In order to show his support for Hagrid, Harry grabbed a handful of greasy frog liver and put it in the box to lure the fried snails. However, this seems to be a pointless move, as Louis did not see that the snail had such an organ that resembled a mouth.

"Ouch. About ten minutes later, Gryffindor's Dean Thomas let out a scream, "It hurts me." ”

Hagrid hurried over to Dean's side, he still remembered the Hippogriff last semester, and he didn't want to cause Dumbledore any more trouble.

"Its tail exploded!" Dean said huffingly, showing Hagrid the part of his hand that had been burned by the snail.

"yes, that's what can happen when they explode. Hagrid nodded.

Looking at Hagrid, who looked rightfully on his face, Louis's head hurt. Did Hagrid really think that everyone else was as rough and thick as he was?Louis believed that even if the box of fried snails exploded on Hagrid's head at the same time, it would burn his beard at best.

"It's disgusting. Malfoy grumbled as he watched, "They still have this spiky thing on them, and it makes it even more disgusting." ”

"By the way, they have thorns!" Hagrid said excitedly, "I guess the thorns are males............ The mother may have something resembling a sucker on her belly.......... I think they probably live by sucking blood........."

"Oh, we're finally figuring out what they do for a living. Malfoy quipped, "Who wouldn't want a pet like that, sucking blood, stinging, burning, and biting?"

"They don't look good, but that doesn't mean they don't work. Hermione retorted, "Dragon's blood has magical effects, would you like to keep a dragon as a pet?"

Malfoy looked at Hermione with a gloomy face, but didn't answer.

Louis couldn't help but snicker in his heart, Hermione really can't open a pot, and Malfoy really wants to make a dragon a pet. It's just that because of the regulations of the Ministry of Magic, he can't raise dragons.

After a hard day of lessons, Louis took the little maid to enjoy his own dinner in the auditorium. The thought of being able to lie in your bed after dinner and drink black tea to let your thoughts fly for a while is simply beautiful!

However, there is always a gap between the ideal and the reality, and Louis, who is enjoying his dinner, is interrupted by Malfoy's voice.

"Weasley!

Malfoy waved a newspaper in his right hand, looking agitated.

"What's the matter?" Ron asked, angrily walking up to Malfoy.

"Your dad is in the paper, Weasley!" Malfoy shouted excitedly, deliberately raising his voice as he continued to wave the newspaper in his hand, "Listen to this, Weasley!"

"There's a new mess in the Ministry of Magic!" writes Rita Skeeter, a special correspondent for this newspaper. Recently, the Ministry of Magic has been criticized for failing to maintain order at the Quidditch World Cup and for still not providing an explanation for the disappearance of one of the witch officials. Yesterday, the Ministry of Magic was put in a new embarrassment due to the bizarre behavior of Arnold Weasley, who banned the misuse of Muggle Items. ”

Malfoy looked up at this point.

"Come to think of it, Weasley, they didn't even get your father's name right. He's just a little insignificant, isn't he?" he laughed gloatingly.

Yes, all the people in the auditorium were listening to him. Malfoy cocked his head as if reading out a speech on the inauguration of the Minister of Magic, and continued: "Arnold Weasley, who was accused of owning a flying car two years ago, was embroiled yesterday in an argument with several Muggle enforcers (a kind of Muggle known as 'police') over a large number of aggressive trash cans. ”

"Oh my God, your father is amazing!" Malfoy said sarcastically.

Ron's face turned red, he was embarrassed that the whole school knew about it, and it was a live broadcast!

However, Malfoy didn't seem to see Ron's face, or the more embarrassed Ron became, the happier he became, so he continued, "Mr. Weasley seems to have come to help Moody the Mad-Eye, who used to be Oro. Of course, when he could no longer tell the difference between a normal handshake and a deliberate murder, he was retired from the Ministry of Magic. Sure enough, when Mr. Weasley arrived at Mr. Moody's heavily guarded residence, he found that Mr. Moody had made another false alarm and had sent a false alarm. Mr. Weasley had to alter the memories of several police officers to get them out of there. But when asked by a Daily Prophet reporter why he had involved the Ministry of Magic in this unquestionable, and potentially intractable, matter, matter, Mr. Weasley refused to answer. ”

"There's a picture of your father on it, Weasley!" Malfoy waved the newspaper in his hand, "a picture of your parents, standing in front of your house......... If your mother can lose weight, she looks okay, right?"

Ron trembled with rage, his hands clenched into fists, and it seemed like he was going to crash into Malfoy's face in the next second.