Instead of going straight back to the Gryffindor common room, Harry and Ron went to spend an afternoon with Sirius.

When Harry and Ron told Sirius what Maple had done, he said, "His approach is understandable, and if you could, I hope you don't take any chances." But since you have chosen to face it bravely, I also support your decision. ”

Sirius did not blame Maple for his actions, but was very understanding. Sirius didn't pay much attention to the quarrel between Maple and Hermione, and bumps and bumps were inevitable when they fell in love.

In the evening, Harry fetched a lot of food from the cafeteria and brought it to his godfather before returning to the Gryffindor common room with Ron.

When they walked into the Gryffindor common room, there was an immediate eruption of cheers and uproar. Gryffindor throws a celebratory party for their warriors, and Fred and George steal a lot of good food from the kitchen.

I saw that the tables and chairs in the common room were piled up with small mountains of cakes, as well as pots of pumpkin juice and butterbeer. Lee Jordan set off some laborious fireworks, and many stars and sparks flashed in the air. Dean Thomas, who is a skilled painter, hangs several eye-catching new banners, most of which depict Harry flying around a tree wasp on a firebolt, and Hermione's magically transformed eagle carrying the golden egg from the belly of the tree, but there are also two depictions of Cedric's head on fire.

"Hermione, why didn't you see her come back with you, did she not look down on the banquet we prepared, and celebrated alone with Maple?" Fred said, and immediately quite a few Gryffindors winked and laughed.

Harry and Ron looked at each other, they didn't want everyone to know about their quarrel, so they didn't say anything, and Fred and they both thought they were acquiescing.

When Harry and Ron sat down to eat, Lee Jordan picked up the golden egg that Harry had placed on the table, the golden egg was a little heavy, he picked it up with both hands, and said in surprise: "Oh my God, it's pretty heavy!" Turn it on, Harry! Let's see what's inside! ”

"Alright, come on, Harry, turn it on!" Several others followed suit.

Lee Jordan handed the golden egg to Harry, who pried it open with his fingernails by digging into a groove in the golden egg.

It was empty and there was nothing. But the moment Harry opened it, a terrifying, shrill scream filled the room. Harry had only called a similar sound at Nick's death party before, which was the noise of the ghost band playing with a band.

"Shut it down!" Fred yelled with his hands over his ears.

Harry slammed the golden egg shut.

"What's that?" Seamofinigan stared at the golden egg and asked, "Like the cry of a female ghost." Harry, you might have to pass a female ghost next time! ”

Seamus is most afraid of female ghosts.

"Someone seems to be being tortured!" Neville said, his face pale, and he spilled the sausage meat all over the floor, "You're dealing with the Drill Heart Curse!" ”

"Don't say anything stupid, Neville, it's not legal," George said, "and they can't say the Diamond Mantra on the Warriors. I think it sounds a bit like Percy singing. Maybe you're going to attack him while he's in the shower, Harry. ”

A few more laughed heartily, and Percy, who looked up to Professor McGonagall, didn't like it much when he was a prefect.

Just as the Ravenclaw students were surprised why Hermione wasn't chosen for Ravenclaw, the Gryffindor students were also curious about why Percy was such a rigid guy as chosen by the Sorting Hat to the lively Gryffindor House.

"A jam pie, Ron?"

Ron looked suspiciously at the plate he handed over. Fred grinned.

"Don't worry, my dear brother," he said, "I have done nothing to them. What you need to watch out for is custard biscuits—"

Neville had just taken a bite of the custard cookie when he choked on it and spit it out. Fred laughed.

"I'm just kidding, Neville."

Ron still didn't move the jam pie, and he didn't have hope for his brother's temperance. But Harry picked up a piece of jam tart, tasted it without any problems, and asked curiously, "You got all these things from the kitchen, Fred?" ”

"yes." Fred said with a grin, stifling a shrill voice that mimicked a house elf: "'We can prepare everything for you, sir, anything!'" They were so enthusiastic, and whenever I said I was a little hungry, they would roast a cow for me. ”

"How did you get in?" Harry asked with concern, he wanted to know where the kitchen was located, so it would be much easier to bring food to Sirius in the future.

"It's convenient," said Fred, "and there's a door hidden behind the painting with a bowl of fruit." Just scratch the pear and it will eat and laugh, and then open the door and a large group of house-elves will welcome you... ”

"That's great." Harry said.

"Harry, what do you want to do in the kitchen?" Fred asked curiously.

"Of course, when you're hungry, get something to eat." Harry said, don't ask anything else, you won't tell if you do.

Just after Harry piqued Fred's curiosity, Neville suddenly turned into a large canary, temporarily distracting everyone.

"Yo, I'm sorry, Neville!" Fred shouted to the laughter of the crowd, "I forgot, this is our enchanted custard cookie—"

Thankfully, in less than a minute, Neville had taken off his feathers, and when all the feathers were gone, he was completely normal again. He even laughed with the others.

"Canary biscuits!" Fred shouted to the crowd in high spirits, "George and I invented seven silver cecoles a piece, it's cheap!" ”

It wasn't until after eleven o'clock in the evening that Hermione finally appeared. There didn't seem anything unusual on her face, and neither of Fred nor the others saw anything wrong, but both Harry and Ron noticed that there was no smile on her face.

When Hermione came in, she sat down, picked up her food, and ate it. After eating, I said goodnight to everyone and went straight to the girls' dormitory.

By the time Harry finally returned to the upstairs dorm room with Ron, Neville, Seamus, and Dean, it was almost one o'clock in the morning. When they returned, they were surprised to find that Maple had gone back to sleep in the dormitory.

It seems that the smarter the person, the more stubborn he becomes, and the next day Harry tells Hermione about Ludo Bagman about the golden egg, but Maple still doesn't come over, and doesn't seem to want to apologize to her.

And then from that day on, Harry and Ron had been fine to see Maple and Hermione again. Except for their punctual appearance in class, they are basically nowhere to be found at other times.

Harry and Ron were a little uncomfortable, as if they were deliberately avoiding each other.

December brought strong winds, rain and snow to Hogwarts. Although the castle was always windy in winter, Harry was glad for the hot fire and thick walls of the castle every time he walked past Durmstrang's large ship parked on the lake. The great ship swayed in the wind, and its black sails fluttered in the dark night sky. Durmstrang's mobile home, he thought, must have been cold enough, too.

When it was cold, Hagrid kept offering Madame Maxime's horses their favorite single malt whisky. The smell of alcohol wafted from the feed trough in the corner of the makeshift stable, and the students in the Magical Beasts Protection class were a little dizzy. It's not going to do any good, because they're still tending to the dreaded snails and need to use some wisdom.

"I'm not sure if they're hibernating," Hagrid told his classmates shivering in the pumpkin patch in the next class, "and let's try to see if they want to sleep, and we'll settle them in these boxes." ”

Now there are only ten conch left. Obviously, their desire to kill each other has not been completely eradicated. Today, each of them is close to six feet long. Their thick gray protective layer, their powerful legs that swing wildly, their constantly exploding fire-breathing tails, and their spines and suckers, all add up to make the snails the most disgusting thing you've ever seen. The students looked listlessly at the large boxes Hagrid had brought out, all covered with pillows and fluffy blankets.

The cannibalistic corpses of the snails were disposed of by Maple, but after tasting them once, Maple said that the adult snails tasted even worse, so in keeping with the principle of not wasting them, Maple poured blood on the snails and let Thestrals' stomach recover them.

During the time when Maple and Hermione were at odds, he spent most of his time with Snape.

If Harry's mother were still alive, IVF would be much easier than cloning. Snape relied on Dumbledore's help to finally get a drop of phoenix blood from Fawkes. Prior to this, Snape had tried the easily obtainable Tears of the Phoenix, but found that it didn't work much.

And after using the blood of the phoenix, Lily's cells were burst. Then, after Snape repeatedly adjusted the appropriate dosage, he found that the transformation of the cells of Phoenix Blood did work wonders, but the process was a little slow.

Snape couldn't help it, after all, he only had Lily's hair left in his hand, and the relationship between hair and body was not close enough, and the activity of the cells in it was far inferior to the cells in his body.

When Maple approached Snape, he didn't just know the progress of his experiment. He also brought with him the germ cells he had obtained from the snails, which would be dangerous if he also crossed them with the Sphinx and the Fire Crabs, and there was probably no hope for the snails to reproduce on their own.

Artificial insemination is faster than natural mating and reproduction, and the cells of rare magical creatures are good for Snape to practice.

After getting to work, Maple and Harry were together, and Hermione pulled Ron away and put them together.

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

As a result, they discovered that snails don't hibernate and don't like to be stuffed into pillow-covered boxes and lids.

Soon, Hagrid shouted, "Don't be nervous, don't be nervous!" ”

Because the fried snails were rampaging through the pumpkins, the ground was already sprinkled with smoky crate fragments. Most of the classmates, Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, had fled through the back door into Hagrid's cabin, locking themselves inside.

Maple, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and a few Gryffindors who were willing to stay and help Hagrid helped, and Slytherin, without exception, all made it into Hagrid's cabin.

"Upside down golden hook!" Maple pulled out his wand and shouted.

The snail isn't big enough to have enough magic resistance. It wasn't possible to completely ignore the Admiralty Curse, at least Maple and Hermione's Admiralty Charm was something they couldn't resist.

Although the magic power of the others is weaker, it is still possible for several people to deal with one together.

And the way the dragon trainer subdues the fire dragon gave Harry a lot of inspiration-

"Let's release the stun spell!"

Harry and Ron combined forces subdued a snail. The other students wanted to follow the example, and two or three people worked together to deal with a fried tail snail.

They easily subdued all the fried tail snails, and there were not many injuries on their bodies, which made Neville feel a sense of accomplishment.

However, after they put down the three fried tail snails, they suddenly felt less happy when they saw the six hanging upside down in the air.

The last one was Hagrid's, and they tied the whelch with a rope and put it back in the box—

"Yes, yes, yes. It does look like it's fun. ”

Rita Skeeter leaned against the fence in Hagrid's garden and watched the farce. She wore a thick magenta robe today, with a purple collar of suede and a crocodile handbag hanging from her arm.

"Who are you?" Hagrid asked.

"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 as he remembered the name.

Rita Skeeter didn't seem to hear Hagrid at all.

"What are these fascinating animals called?" She asked, smiling even brighter.

"Fried tail snails." Hagrid replied in a gruff voice.

"Really?" Rita said, looking intrigued, "I've never heard of it before, where did they come from?" ”

Harry's heart sank as he noticed Hagrid's face flushing behind his unkempt black beard. Where did Hagrid get these snails?

Or was Hermione quick enough to say, "They're funny, you say, Ron?" ”

"What? Oh yes, it's funny. Ron was stepped on by her and said.

"yes, yes, they're fun." Harry followed suit.

"Ah, you're here too, Harry!" Rita Skeeter turned her face and said, "So, you like the Conservation Magical Creatures class, don't you?" Is it one of your favorite classes? ”

Rita Skeeter still had all the focus on Harry, and Hermione's better performance in the first project seemed to be completely out of her focus.

"Yes." Harry said unequivocally, and Hagrid looked at him with a smile on his face.

"Great," said Rita, "it's really great, have you been teaching for a long time?" ”

Rita Skeeter quickly glanced over Maple, Ron, and Dean to the window of Hagrid's hut, where most of the classmates stood with their noses pressed against the windowpane to see if the danger was over.

"Great, I don't know if you'd be willing to give an interview, huh?

Share your experience of protecting magical creatures with your readers? The Daily Prophet has a zoology column every Wednesday, and I think you must be aware. We can introduce these – well– rattle-tailed wolves. ”

"Fried snails," Hagrid said cordially and eagerly, "uh-yes, yes." ”

Harry felt that this was a bit wrong, but under Rita Skeeter's nose, he couldn't pass on this idea to Hagrid, so he had to stand aside and watch Hagrid and Rita silently? Skeeter arranged to meet at Three Broomsticks later this week for a long talk. At this time, the bell of the castle rang and the class ended.

"Alright, goodbye, Harry!" As Harry left, Ron, and Hermione shouted happily, "Then it's settled, Hagrid, see you Friday!" ”

"She'll arbitrarily distort everything Hagrid says." Harry said in a low voice.

"Let's hope Hagrid didn't illegally import those snails and other things." Hermione said anxiously.

"Hagrid has been in a lot of trouble before, and Dumbledore hasn't fired him," Ron reassured, "and the worst possibility is that Hagrid will have to get rid of the whelk." Excuse me, am I talking about the worst? I mean the best. ”

They all laughed, but when Hermione turned her gaze to Maple, he still didn't say anything, as if he didn't take advantage of this rare opportunity to say a soft word and make peace with Hermione. Hermione snorted coldly, and then walked away without shaking her head.

A cold snort came clearly behind her, and Hermione snorted as well, and walked faster.

Maple then left Harry and Ron behind and left.

Sorry Hermione, I wanted to distract you too, and I'll apologize to you if I just crossed you off the list of last projects!

When the time comes, you will be willing to punish me as much as you want, as long as you are safe.

Although I believe in Zhuge 's clever plan, if you can avoid making Hermione face danger, you should find a way to avoid it!

Maple glanced at the three bags that had not yet been opened, and thought silently.

In the divination class that afternoon, they still had to draw astrological charts and make predictions. Since Harry and Ron had been prophesying their own terrible deaths, Professor Trelawney was very happy with them. But today, when she explained the different ways in which Pluto interfered with her daily life, they kept giggling, and she quickly became annoyed.

"I think," she said, her voice low and mysterious, but not believing her obvious irritation, "some of us,"

She stared meaningfully at Harry, "If I had seen what I saw when I was doing crystal ball divination last night, I am afraid I wouldn't have been so frivolous." As I sat here last night, immersed in my needlework, I suddenly had an irrepressible urge to ask for my crystal ball. I stood up, sat down in front of the crystal ball, and stared into the depths of the crystal. Guess what I see staring at me? ”

"An ugly old bat with oversized glasses?" Ron muttered in a low voice.

Harry kept his face strained to keep himself from laughing.

"It's death, my dear."

Parvati and Lavender both covered their mouths with their hands, looking horrified.

"Yes," said Professor Trelawney, nodding his head with a thoughtful gesture, "it is coming, it is getting closer, it is hovering overhead like a vulture, it is getting lower and lower, it is getting lower and lower, just above the castle... ”

She stared sharply at Harry, who yawned unabashedly.

With the exception of Lavender and Parvati, no one else seems to have taken Trelawney's warnings seriously.

Maple was a little uneasy, and with his changes, only one warrior was left at Hogwarts. Voldemort would never have given up on Harry if he had taken only one person from the Portkey of the Triwizard Tournament, and if Harry's death had been caused by my relationship...

After the divination class, Harry and the others left happily, only Maple with a chaotic mind, not knowing if he was doing the right thing...

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