After determining the role of the tree protection cauldron, Ringo has always wanted to cultivate a beating willow.

But after trying a few times.

And he stopped.

Because even if it is a tree protection pot, although it will not attack if it is normally close to the Strike Willow, once it wants to break the reproductive stem of the Strike Willow, even if it holds down its scar, it will frantically attack any creature it perceives - invisibility will not work.

The beating willow is different from other plants.

It does not reproduce by seeds.

Rather, it is propagated by cuttings.

- So naturally the willow reproduces very slowly, and its survival is mainly due to the sorcerer's cuttings of its reproductive stems.

But this reproductive stem is not easy to find.

Because they look exactly like normal branches, the only point of judgment is that when you whip an enemy, the reproductive stem will curl up.

And only the propagating stems within two to three years have the ability to reproduce.

Thankfully, there are trolls now.

"Go ahead, as long as you break a breeding stem for me, and tomorrow I'll give you a whole sheep." Ringo let the troll out and pointed to the beating willow and said, "Remember, the stem curled up into a ball. ”

He'd already given the troll dozens of times.

Now it's just a matter of re-emphasising.

After listening, forced by Ringo's order and the stimulation brought by the whole sheep, he nodded his little head, and then rushed towards the beating willow ......

……

Quirrell, who had been scolded by Dumbledore, circled around the basement classroom again.

Still no trace of the troll.

I had to go back to my lounge.

He was depressed, looking in the mirror to untie his scarf and ask the great master what was the matter.

But as soon as his hand touched the scarf, he could see through the window the beating willow outside—the plant was whipping something huge as if it had gone mad.

"What's that big?" Quirrell asked himself, "Trolls! ”

He was excited.

Hurriedly ran out, ran to a higher position, and made sure that he saw the beating willow whipping the troll, and then rushed to the headmaster's office again.

"Giant, troll—at the Beater Willow! I didn't lie......"

Quirrell cried.

To his surprise, McGonagall and Snape were still in the Headmaster's office.

"Are you sure?" McGonagall was incredulous.

Snape also hid the wound on his leg and stared at Quirrell with an unkind expression.

Only Dumbledore comforted kindly: "The trolls are there in the beating willows?" Quirinus, it's not going to be another joke, is it? ”

"No!"

"Then let's go check it out."

"Albus—"

"It's okay, the tower can be seen from the window on the side of the beater......" Dumbledore walked out first, and the other professors had to follow.

They walked through the promenade and came to the other side.

It just so happens that you can see the beating willow.

- The leaves of the tree had long since fallen off, and all the branches were straight to the sky, and the great willow grew so highly, that it did not get angry, nor whipped the so-called trolls.

"What about trolls?" Quirrell's face was embarrassed, and he once again let out the same emotion, "How come such a big troll, why can't you see ......?"

"Enough!"

Snape interrupted, "I see you're not in your right mind, maybe you should go to the hospital and ask for a sober." ”

McGonagall sighed and looked at Dumbledore.

She didn't speak.

But that meant it to all the professors except Quirrell: Voldemort's curse on Defence Against the Dark Arts had been fulfilled once again.

Albus, it's time to find a new professor......

……

With the help of the trolls who resist beating.

It doesn't take too long to pick a propagating stem.

So......

By the time the professors looked over, Ringo had already left, and he didn't know he had cheated Quirrell again.

Of course......

Although I don't know, Quirrell's condition is getting worse and worse for all to see.

He was funny in class before.

But points are never deducted.

Now they are also starting to deduct points frequently in the classroom.

This is a headache for the little wizards - please! Isn't it normal that you teach so badly that we can't learn?

Although it is bitter.

But life on campus is still normal.

And as Christmas approached, the little wizards finally returned to their former cheerfulness.

In this atmosphere.

Ringo received a very vicious letter.

The owl was also unique, a huge horned owl, but its ear feathers were wrapped around two silver horns with strange snake patterns, and the claws on its talons were similarly decorated, and its eyes were fiercely wild.

If you are not in the middle of a letter.

Or maybe it's your own charisma.

Ringo had no doubt that he would be nagged by the other party when he won the trust.

And.

This owl does not drop the letter and leave like other messengers.

Instead, he stared from the sidelines.

"No wonder the unsigned letter." Ringo looked at the envelope and immediately understood why the horned owl would not leave, so he sat down in the dock, tore open the letter and read it.

"You filthy, lowly, lowly, disgusting mudblood, you published your paper in Transfiguration Today, it's as bad as meat sauce for troll shit, and as for your paper, it's all dirty to my eyes, it must be the so-called Muggle useful to wizards, and the "Singing Back" also says that you are the son of that man, do you really think I'm old and confused? No matter how crazy Bella is, there will be no such filthy and lowly descendant as you......"

The corners of Ringo's eyes narrowed.

He looked at the horned owl.

The horned owl immediately took a few steps back and raised one of its claws in an attacking gesture.

"It seems that your master also knows that sending this letter will cause me to be angry, so he has armed you?"

Ringo said to the owl.

But the heart is indifferent.

Frankly......

When the paper was published, he felt that he would be criticized, and other senders occasionally mentioned it, such as Rufus Scrimgeur, the head of the Auror office.

But that's also half comment and half criticism.

Relatively mild.

And this is the first time that such a letter is specifically scolded.

Who could it be?

Pure-blooded supremacist means pure-blood, can decorate an owl, and also means that the family is well-off......

Malfoy?

Or was he offended by Knott?

Or Parkinson's?

Lestrange who was cuckolded by Bella?

Or ......

Grindelwald, who was imprisoned in Newmengard and thought wizards should dominate Muggles?

There were many possible options, and Ringo quickly gave up on his unrealistic conjecture, pulling out his quill and considering the swear for a moment.

Write a reply on the back of this letter:

"Me, Ringo Shelby."

"Muggle-born."

"I solemnly swear to you here—"

"If you have a wife, I will sleep with you; If you have a mother, I will sleep with your mother; If you have a daughter; I will sleep with your daughter; If you have a grandmother, I will sleep with your grandmother; If you have a granddaughter, I'll sleep with your granddaughter......"

"Anyway, I'll sleep with all the women in your family."

"Don't doubt that, if your family is old enough, you should have heard of time magic, or a time turner."

"I'm only 11 years old, I'm such a genius, you won't hide forever, I have enough possibilities to sleep with the women of your family, if you protect your wife and children properly, that's fine, I will use time magic to sleep with your elders as much as possible."

"I can't tell...... What about the future that I have already achieved? ”

"Just think about it."

"You are scolding me so badly now, what if your female ancestor has long been defiled by me, a mudblood? That is, what if you have the bloodblood of the Mudblood with you right now? Recall how different you are from other pure-blood families. ”

"It could be hair color, it could be looks, it could be IQ, it could be an accent, it could be blood, or it could be magic ......"

"But there's something different from other purebloods."

"How can you be sure that isn't the result of being tainted by my future self? Yes...... Thinking about it this way, isn't the mudblood species disgusting? ”

"Laugh at it."

"-I don't know which generation of your ancestor Ringo Shelby, I wish my good grandson a happy mood."

Finish writing the letter.

Ringo put the letter back into the pouch on the leg of the horned owl.

And flapped its frightened wings:

"Go ahead, remember to tell your master, I'm looking forward to his reply."