After the first event of the Triwizard Tournament was over, the castle returned to its usual calm for the rest of the day.

In the blink of an eye, the time has come to December.

With the arrival of winter, Hogwarts Castle in the Scottish Highlands also receives strong winds, rain and snow.

Although the castle is always in the winter with a whistling wind, every time Clark walks past the large ship of Durmstrang parked on the lake, he is glad for the hot fire and thick walls of the castle.

"I don't know how they're going to spend this winter."

Harry looked out the window and saw the ship swaying in the wind, its black sails fluttering in the dark night sky, and several red figures standing on the deck, trying to put them away.

"Durmstrang's mobile home must have been cold enough"

"You don't have to worry about that, Durmstrang is located in Northern Europe," Clark said, "and this little cold may not be worth mentioning to them." Let's go, if you don't hurry Hagrid's class, you'll be late. ”

"Oooh, okay." Harry and Ron followed Clark and the others, picking up their pace.

Everyone came to the lawn outside the castle, and in the distance, from the feed trough in the corner of the makeshift stable, there was a strong smell of spirits, which made the students who were preparing for the magical beasts protection class a little dizzy.

Obviously, as the temperature dropped, Hagrid continued to supply Madame Maxim's steeds with their favourite single malt whisky.

But that's not a good thing for the students, because they still have to take care of the dreaded snails, and it's not a good thing to be dizzy.

"This is the last lesson," Hagrid pleaded with his classmates shivering in the pumpkin patch, "those dragons have just participated in the game and have consumed a lot of energy, and it's time for replenishment. ”

Harry agreed, Hagrid now only had ten snails left, and it was clear that with the appetite of the big guys, those were not enough to last until the next lesson.

It's just a concern that Hagrid will not cultivate another batch.

"I'm not sure if they're hibernating," the classmates watched listlessly as Hagrid pulled out several large boxes of pillows and fluffy blankets, "and let's try to see if they want to sleep...... We settle them in these boxes......"

All the little wizards refused his arrangement, including Clark.

Each of these snails is now nearly six feet long, their otherwise soft skin covered in a thick gray crust, their powerful arthropods that swing wildly, their fire-breathing tails, and their spines and suckers, all of which add up to make them the most disgusting thing the students have ever seen.

"We'll lead them in," Hagrid said, "and we'll put the lid on and see what happens." ”

He took the lead, and the other students reluctantly followed suit, only to discover that snails did not hibernate, and they did not like to be stuffed into pillow-covered boxes and lids.

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous!"

Soon, Hagrid screamed nervously as the whelch was rampaging through the pumpkin patch.

The frozen ground was already strewn with smoky crate pieces, and most of the classmates—led by Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle—had fled through the back door into Hagrid's hut and locked themselves inside.

Clark, Hermione, and Neville, along with some of the other classmates, stayed outside to help Hagrid.

Thanks to Clark's ability to enchant monsters, they worked together and quickly subdued the nine snails and tied them up.

Of course, in addition to Clark, Harry and Neville also paid a heavy price, with several burns and scratches on their bodies.

In the end, only one fried tail snail remained.

"Hey, don't scare it!"

As Harry and Ron spewed sparks at the wand, Hagrid shouted—the snail slammed in on them, the thorns on their backs arching and trembling slightly—

"Tie its spines with a rope, and it won't hurt other snails!" Hagrid shouted,

"yes, we don't want that to happen!" Ron yelled angrily as he and Harry retreated to the base of the Hagrid's hut walls, still using the sparks of their wands to stop the whelks from approaching.

Neville had finished the tail snail from behind with a rope, Clark calmed it with his abilities, and Hermione used wind magic to limit its movements.

"Okay, yes, yes...... It does look like it's fun. A nasty voice suddenly rang out.

As they followed, they saw Rita Skeeter, a reporter from the Daily Prophet, leaning against the fence of Hagrid's garden, watching the farce with relish.

She wore a thick magenta robe today, with a purple collar of suede and a crocodile handbag hanging from her arm.

Clark subconsciously frowned when he saw her.

He didn't expect that after the first game, the woman had not left school and returned to London.

Thinking of this, he glanced at the pumpkin patch again, and by this time the whelk had cornered Harry and Ron, and Neville and Hagrid pounced on it together, subduing it.

A flame erupted from behind its tail, scorching the pumpkin seedlings next to it.

This is terrible, you know, Hagrid's behavior of privately cultivating fried tail snails violates the Ministry of Magic's "Prohibition of Animal Breeding Experiments", which is a violation of the law!

"Who are you?" Hagrid asked Rita Skeeter as he put a buckle on the spines of the whelk and fastened it tightly.

"My name is Rita Skeeter, a reporter for the Daily Prophet." Rita replied, looking at Hagrid with a smile on her face, the gold tooth in her mouth gleaming.

"Looks like Dumbledore said you weren't allowed to go to school anymore." Hagrid said with a slight frown, turning over and disappointing the slightly deformed whelch and dragging it hard towards its companions.

Rita didn't seem to hear Hagrid at all, but asked with a big smile, "What are these fascinating animals called?" ”

Hagrid was about to answer, when Clark suddenly spoke, "That's just some giant bread worm that has been enchanted with an expansion charm to feed the fire dragons from the first project, Rita." ”

Rita Skeeter heard Clark's voice and immediately turned her head, and Hagrid, who was beside her, opened her mouth to say something, but was stopped by Neville.

"Ah, you're here too, Clark!" Rita Skeeter squeezed a fake smile into her face and said, "So, you like to protect magical creatures, don't you?" Is it one of your favorite classes? ”

"Yes!" Clark said nonchalantly, Hagrid looked at him with a smile on his face, and the smile on Rita Skeeter's face did froze.

"Great," said Rita, "that's great." ”

She seemed to understand what Clark meant by wanting to keep Hagrid, so she didn't continue to dig into the issue of the snail.

"Do you teach for a long time?" She asked Hagrid again.

Clark noticed that Rita was looking at Dean (who had an unsightly wound on half of his cheek), Lavender (who had a large burnt chunk of her robe), and Seamus (who was tending to several burned fingers).

Then her eyes moved to the window of the cabin, where most of the students were standing, their noses pressed against the windowpane, to see if the danger had passed.

is worthy of being the ace reporter of "Pre-Home Daily", she has a really keen sense of smell for breaking news, if it weren't for Clark's presence, I'm afraid that Hagrid would have suffered a big loss this time.

"Just the second year of teaching." Hagrid replied.

"Great...... So be it. Rita was under Clark's gaze, and finally ended the interview with Hagrid in a hurry.

At this time, the bell of the castle rang and the class ended.

"Alright, goodbye, Clark!" As Clark leaves, Neville, and Hermione, Rita Skeeter waves happily at them.

In exchange, he had just promised Rita Skeeter an interview with her after the second project was over.

"She doesn't look like a good person." Hermione glanced back at the woman in red behind her.

"But she still has the ability," Clark said, "and although she didn't use it in the right way, as long as she didn't break the law, we could only morally condemn her." ”

"Then we can only hope that she won't hold Hagrid and hold on to it, and let's hope Hagrid doesn't illegally import those whelks and other things."

Hermione said anxiously, and they looked at each other—exactly what Hagrid might have done.

There was no way he could get his hands on the fire crabs, a magical species protected by the Fijian Ministry of Magic.

"Don't worry, Hagrid has been in a lot of trouble before, and Dumbledore hasn't fired him," Clarke reassured her, "Besides, the Daily Prophet is still staring at me, so it's not a big problem." ”

"Just," Ron replied, "the worst could be that Hagrid would have to get rid of the snail, sorry...... Am I talking about the worst? I mean the best. ”

Everyone laughed, and they went back to the castle for lunch, and in the afternoon, Harry and Ron had to go to a divination class to face Professor Trelawney, whom they least wanted to face.

Every semester she was repeating her tricks, telling of bad omens about Harry.

As for the three Clarks, they didn't have classes in the afternoon, so they went to the library on the fifth floor together.

But after reading the book, Victor Krum also walked into the library.

Not only that, but behind him, there were six or seven girls who walked in giggling, and these were not reading books at first glance.

Hermione's mood suddenly turned terribly bad, and Victor Krum came over and sat down at their table.

"Hello, Clark." Krum and Clark said hello, but his eyes glanced at Hermione vaguely.

Of course, Clark noticed this, and remembered Krum's affection for Hermione in the original book, and his tone was not so good.

"If a big star like you sits next to us, the environment for us to read books is not so good."

Krum smiled awkwardly, but Clark ignored it and continued to ask, "What, do you have something?" ”

"No, no," Krum waved his hand, "I'm just here to say hello." ”

As he said this, he couldn't help but sneak a glance at Hermione, but Hermione didn't look at him, which made him a little disappointed.

"Since we've said hello too, then we won't keep you, why don't you go and sign with your fans first?"

He stretched out his hand and pointed to the fact that behind Krum, six or seven girls were hiding by the row of bookshelves next to them, arguing over autographs, and the chatter was not small.

Krum knew he wasn't welcome and had to stand up, but as he was leaving, Clark said unintentionally, "That thing needs to open in the water." ”

Hermione and Neville looked at him suspiciously, but Krum nodded thoughtfully, thanked him, and hurried out of the library again.

"What did you mean by that?" Neville asked in a curious whisper.

Hermione reacted quickly, "It's the golden egg?" ”

Although it was a question, her tone was extraordinarily affirmative.

Clark nodded, "That's right, the noise inside the golden egg is the mermaid's song." ”

Hermione got up and rummaged through a bookshelf, and soon picked up a large blue book, "Encyclopedia of Magical Creatures of the Mediterranean".

"At the bottom of the Mediterranean, there is such a group of amazing creatures.

They have green skin and long green hair, and their upper torsos are similar to those of humans, but they have no legs and instead have a silver fishtail.

This is the mermaid, which can be found all over the world, and there are legends of mermaids in almost every culture, so many experts believe that they may have existed longer than humans.

There are even some magical beast experts who believe that humans may have evolved from merfolk who came ashore, but of course, there is not much evidence in the academic community to support this claim. ”

On the spread pages of the book, the blue light forms an ocean illusion, in the ocean, several slender mermaids are swimming back and forth.

Hermione continued to read the book:

"Like the centaurs, the habits and customs of the fishmen are still a fog to us.

Although those wizards who have mastered the language of merfolk say that merfolk form extremely well-organized groups of varying sizes depending on where they live, and some have carefully built homes and kept Grindillo as pets.

However, many wizards do not believe this, because, like the centaurs, they have rejected the status of 'human' in favor of 'animal'.

However, the fact that merfolk love music and are very good at singing can attract sailors sailing on the seas through their singing and make them unable to control themselves has won the consensus of all wizarding scholars.

Even in Muggle literature and paintings, we can see descriptions of them very frequently. ”

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