Like the hook, the harassing fly, and the scimitar-horned snorer, it is clear that this 'Heliopa' is also a creature imagined by Luna's father, and then tells his daughter. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"It's been a long time since I've seen her like this, and I'm nostalgic—" Roger shook the newspaper for a long time, his eyes looking at the crazy girl from above.

Ginny nodded approvingly.

Hermione couldn't listen to such an empty assertion the most, and looked away.

"Look, Hagrid!" Hermione said suddenly.

The crowd was filled with Hagrid's large, unkempt back of his head. The girl looked behind Roger, and the boy put down the newspaper and turned his head, only to find Hagrid leaning down and talking to Professor Moody.

Hagrid had his usual glass of beer in front of him, and Moody drank the contents of the curved bottle he had carried.

During a recent Defence Against the Dark Arts class, Moody told everyone that he would rather prepare his own food and drink at all times, because it was so easy for a wizard to poison an unattended cup.

But the pretty proprietress Mrs. Rosmerta seemed dissatisfied, and she squinted at Moody as she cleaned up the glass on the table next to her. She probably thought it was an insult to her hot mead.

While Roger was looking at them, Hagrid and Moody were already on their feet and ready to leave. Harry across the table stretched out his arm and waved at Hagrid, but the big man didn't seem to notice.

But Moody stopped, his magical eyes staring at the corner where Roger was. He patted Hagrid's back (because it couldn't reach Hagrid's shoulder), muttered something to him, and then turned around and walked towards Roger's table.

"How's that, you guys?" Hagrid asked aloud.

"It's okay, it's better if there is no homework. Roger said, tilting his head.

"That's not good, you should treat next year's O.W.Ls exam like an enemy, and you should always be vigilant. Moody limped around the table and whispered a gruff voice with a hand on Roger's shoulder.

Now, from a short distance, the mutilated chunk of Moody's nose looks particularly noticeable.

Hagrid also lowered his head just in time to see Roger throwing the newspaper on the table, he leaned down, pretending to read the news recorded on it, and said in a very low voice that only a few people here could hear, "Harry, come to my cabin at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, wearing an invisibility cloak... Don't bring too many people. ”

Then Hagrid straightened up and exclaimed, "Don't pay attention to that Rita Skeeter, as we all know, that's an old witch who likes to make things up!" and he blinked and walked away. Moody followed him.

"Why did Hagrid tell me to go to him in the middle of the night?" said Harry, surprised.

"It should be that his fried tail snails grow too fast to take care of them alone. Roger said with a smile.

The little savior's face turned green at once. Neville immediately suggested that he send an owl to Hagrid when he returned, bringing a letter to him, telling him that Harry couldn't go.

"Although Hagrid had never called Harry to him so late, it couldn't have been dangerous. Hermione said.

"yes, the snails aren't dangerous in Hagrid's eyes. The little savior pursed his lips, but decided to go over and take a look at it in the evening, and he was curious to know what was the matter.

If he really wants to take care of the fried snails, Harry decides to put on his invisibility cloak and run...

At eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, the people in the common room were almost all gone, except for Roger and his gang to stay by the fireplace and brag and fart.

Harry stepped down from the bedroom and shook the liquid-like invisibility cloak in his hand, "Who else wants to come with me?"

Everyone shook their heads, who knows if they had to help take care of the fried tail snails in the past... It's better to take less risk with this kind of risk.

"Go in peace, if you are unfortunate enough to die, we will divide the property in the suitcase. Roger wilted and patted the little savior on the shoulder and shoved him out of the hole.

This bad bag knows that Hagrid called Harry in the past to stuff him with a mouthful of dog food, and by the way, reveal the first item of the competition... But this thing is just awkward, and I don't want to say it directly.

As it approached midnight, Hermione, who were waiting in the lounge, were already sleepy, and they were all half-lying in their chairs and dozing off, but they were quickly called out to Harry as he returned.

"How," Hermione asked, yawning dazedly, "what did Hagrid tell you to do?"

"Dragon," the little savior said dryly, and sat down directly in an armchair, "our first project is a fire dragon. ”

Neville and Ginny, who were still rubbing their eyes and didn't understand what was going on, came to their senses.

"Dragons, dragons!?" Neville repeated Harry's words in horror, as if he was going to faint at any moment.

"Yes," said the little savior, in an unheaving tone, "there are at least sixty or seventy wizards on the grounds, and every seventy or eight are responsible for dealing with a fire dragon. They tugged at the chains, desperately trying to subdue the four dragons, which connected the dragon's legs to the dragon's neck, a large thick belt..."

"How do you know... Well, I mean—" Ginny asked tentatively, "Shall we deal with each other together, or..."

"I counted nine dragons, one for each person. Harry was expressionless.

"It shouldn't be a fight with a dragon," Hermione was still quite calm at this time: "The dragon skin is extremely defensive, and it is impossible for a single wizard to subdue the fire dragon, let alone us." ”

"Don't worry, it can't be that we are going to slay dragons," Roger leaned back in his chair and said without even opening his eyes: "After all, no one is willing to take out nine dragons to make us Huo Huo, probably just passing through the fire dragon, or getting some tokens from the dragon's side or something." ”

Hearing Roger's words, Harry paused for a moment, and then slapped his face: "That's right, that's it! I heard Charlie say that the school wants all female dragons that hold their nests and hatch eggs, and I have seen a lot of dragon eggs. We should get the dragon egg from the fire dragon to determine the winner!"

"Charlie, my brother?" said Ginny, who had clearly heard a familiar name from Harry's words.

"Yes," Harry nodded, "it was the dragon he helped bring from Romania, and I don't think it's rare to get so many of them at once anywhere else." ”

"That's right," Ginny affirmed.

This news made the rest of the friends obviously excited, stealing things from the dragon and playing with the dragon are two completely different concepts.