The next morning, the storm had subsided, but the ceiling of the auditorium was still cloudy. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

As Roger, Hermione, and Harry studied their class schedule for the semester over breakfast, large blue-gray clouds were tumbling overhead.

"It's a good day...... All morning outdoors," Harry said, his finger sliding over Monday's column in the class schedule, "Herb class, with Hufflepuff students, protecting magical creatures... Unlucky, with Slytherin again... There are also two sessions of ancient magic literature in the afternoon. ”

"Hmm," Roger snorted perfunctorily.

At this moment, there was a sudden rattling sound above their heads, and a hundred owls flew in through the open window to bring everyone the morning mail.

Owls hover above the table, looking for the recipients of letters and packages. A large tawny owl landed on Neville Longbottom's side and threw a package onto his lap... This little fat man loses almost every time he packs his luggage.

After breakfast, the students walked through the damp vegetable patch to Greenhouse 3, where Sprout, a professor of herbology, showed the class a plant. Actually, they are not like plants, but more like black, slimy slugs that emerge straight out of the soil. And they all squirmed slightly, and there were many shiny big bulges on their bodies, which seemed to be full of liquid.

"Babo tuber. Professor Sprout cheerfully told the group, "You need to squeeze it with your hands, and you have to collect its pus......

"What?" asked one of the students, frowning and disgusted.

"Pus, finigan, pus," said Professor Sprout, "is of great value, and should not be wasted." Listen, collect the pus into these bottles. Wearing your dragon skin gloves, undiluted Babo tuber pus can cause unusual damage to the skin. ”

The process of squeezing the tubers looked disgusting, but Roger felt a little bit of fun, spewing out a large puff of viscous, yellow-green liquid and emitting a pungent gasoline smell every time a bulge was squeezed. This creates a strange sense of satisfaction.

The liquids were collected in bottles as instructed by Professor Sprout, and by the end of the lesson, almost every student in the greenhouse had collected several bottles... Except for Roger, he only handed in a little more than one bottle.

Undiluted Babo tuber pus, a good thing, with a little modification, is a handy disposable throwing weapon. If you don't quietly be greedy for ink, I'm really a little sorry for Professor Sprout's trust.

The professor didn't notice Roger's small movements, and blocked the last bottle with a stopper, saying, "Madam Pomfrey should be happy now." The pus from the tubers of the babo tuber is the best medicine for recalcitrant acne. This will discourage students from using drastic measures to get rid of their pimples. ”

"Like poor Eloise Meadgan," said Hufflepuff student Hannah Abbott, in a low voice, "she wants to use a spell to get rid of the pimples." ”?

"That silly girl," said Professor Sprout, shaking his head, "but fortunately Madam Pomfrey finally got her nose on again." ”

A low, deep bell rang from the castle, over the damp grounds, and the class was over, and the students dispersed.

Hufflepuff students walked up the stone steps to a transfiguration class. The Gryffindor students went in the other direction, walking down the gently downhill lawn to Hagrid's cabin on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Hagrid stood outside the door of the cabin, one hand leading the collar of his great hound's teeth.

On the ground at his feet lay several open wooden chests, whimpering and wrestling at their collars, as if they wanted to investigate their contents carefully.

As the students approached, a strange clicking sound came to their ears, with the occasional faint explosion.

"Good morning!" Hagrid smiled at the three Harrys, "Better wait for the Slytherin classmates, they don't want to miss this... Fried tail snails!"

"Say it again?" Harry didn't understand Hagrid's unfamiliar words.

Hagrid gestured to the box at his feet.

Roger poked his head out and looked in, the word 'disgusting' basically summed up most people's impression of the creature of the whelk.

These little things looked like deformed, shelled lobsters, white and gray, slimy, and terrible, with many feet sticking out horizontally, and it was impossible to see where the head was.

There were about a hundred of them in each box, each about six inches long, crawling on top of each other, dazedly slamming into the walls of the boxes. They also emit a very strong smell of stinky fish and rotten shrimp.

Every now and then, a spark will shoot out of the tail of a snail, and then with a soft snap, it will propel forward a few inches.

Seriously, Roger had a lost appetite for this thing.

"Is this a new breed that you bred yourself?" he said, stabbing Hagrid, lowering his voice.

"Oh, uh," Hagrid looked around at the students around him warily, leaned down and whispered, "What does it look like to be a cross between a human-headed sphin-tailed manticore?"

"It looks good, it is suitable for braising or steaming," Roger reached out and fiddled with a fried tail snail with a thorn on its back, "Do you need me to help you try their edible value?"

"These are just hatching," Hagrid said displeased, "You need to raise them yourself! ”

Roger shrugged his shoulders: "The taste will be better if it has just hatched..."

Even after years of getting along and already knowing what kind of virtue this thing is, Hagrid still doesn't like to talk to him at once.

Hagrid straightened up, patted his huge palms, and said to the students who had come one after another:

"Alright, you're going to try to feed them a couple of different things. I haven't had them before, and I'm not sure what they like to eat... I prepared ant eggs, frog livers, and emerald snakes... Take a little bit of everything and try it to see if they eat it. ”

"First the pus from the tuber, and now it's this. Harry sighed very faintly while Hagrid wasn't looking.

The little savior and Hermione grabbed a handful of slippery frog livers out of deep affection for Hagrid, and put them in the box to lure the snails, but it didn't seem to make much sense, Roger grabbed one and looked through it for a long time, but he couldn't find where the mouth of the snail was...

Even after class, he couldn't tell the difference between the front and back of this thing... It doesn't have to be the tail that breathes fire, it can also be the head.