John didn't stay in the break room for long, as he still had classes to go.

He walked across the meadow, where he saw a confident Hagrid crossed his waist.

"John, you're the first to arrive." Hagrid was happy because John had chosen his class.

He hadn't gotten the list yet, but he felt that his class must be very popular.

"I think I may be getting a little lonely lately," Hagrid said to John, seeing that no one was coming, "he always makes a mess of the woods, but there is no female donkey here." ”

John touched his chin when he heard this, and said thoughtfully, "Maybe we can make more toys to let him kill his energy." ”

"Great offer, John." Hagrid thought it was a good idea.

However, Hagrid's mood faded as time passed, and he couldn't believe that halfway through his class, there was no second person coming.

"Only you chose my course, John,"

Hagrid yelled, "There must be something wrong, they mixed up my class time." ”

"Hagrid," John sighed, "you have to accept reality, and it's not a good habit to escape. ”

"Well, thank you John," Hagrid said angrily, "they don't like my class. ”

"Maybe we can go see Glopp," John said comfortingly, patting Hagrid on the belly, "It's a lesson only for you, isn't it?" ”

Speaking of Glopp, Hagrid finally lifted his spirits.

Not even needing a weapon, he headed towards the Forbidden Forest.

"Glopp will welcome you, he loves the hairballs you make for Sugo."

Hagrid blocked the branch that hit him in the face and said, "He didn't break it, it was strong." ”

"If Glopp likes it, I don't mind having a few for him."

Anyway, it was a good thing, John said casually, "I think he might like a clipboard, it will make it easier for him to read." ”

When Hagrid heard this, he immediately boasted, "You are still the most careful, John." ”

He only wanted Grope to speak, but he didn't think to teach Grope to write.

John was teaching Grope as if he were a human child, much to Hagrid's delight.

After walking some distance, they reached a cave.

The rough walls of the cave didn't scratch the giant's skin, and might even tickle it.

"Glopp, look at who I've brought to see you." Hagrid stood outside the cave and shouted.

After a while, there was movement in the cave.

Grope came out of it, with ropes tied around his feet, thicker than the last time.

During the time Hagrid left in fifth grade, Glopp broke free and wreaked havoc in the Forbidden Forest.

If he hadn't been driven back by the Sugo, I'm afraid the centaurs would have teamed up to kill the giants.

John raised an eyebrow and said to Hagrid, "You have to teach him not to run around and not trap him with a rope." ”

Hagrid scratched his head, "I'm afraid he's going to Hogwarts." ”

In the face of a giant, even a half-giant Hagrid, he can only use this method.

John thought for a moment and said, "If you don't mind, I can help you get Grope not to run around." ”

"Really?" Hagrid was pleasantly surprised, "But what are you going to do, John?" ”

John walked forward, and when Glopp saw the little one, he subconsciously reached out and grabbed it.

In the next second, the familiar dragon power made Glopp retract his hand in fear.

John didn't go all out, and in the world of the witcher, in addition to killing magical creatures, he also learned a little bit about how to communicate with these guys.

He stepped forward and waved his hand, motioning for Glopp to squat down.

Glopp leaned down, his big face facing John.

Reaching out and pressing it on the big face, John used mind magic.

Glopp's expression went from confused and ignorant at the beginning to a little strange at the back.

He seemed to understand what the little man was saying.

Under Hagrid's surprised expression, Grope nodded slowly.

Glopp made a muffled voice with inarticulate speech.

"Jon."

"Jon, he's calling you, John!" Hagrid was pleasantly surprised.

"Don't go to a place where there are people without Hagrid's permission." John said to Glopp.

Grope nodded again, much to Hagrid's excitement.

"What did you do, John?" Hagrid couldn't wait to learn.

Unfortunately, John poured cold water on him and said, "You have to learn from unicorns." ”

Unicorn?

Hagrid, the big man and the big guy, can't learn from that beautiful guy.

Even though he couldn't get his meaning clear to Glopp, Hagrid was happy.

This section of Conservation Magizoology ends with Glopp letting go of the rope and not running around.

Hagrid finally didn't have to tie Glopp anymore.

They returned to the cabin, and Hagrid and John waved goodbye.

"John, don't forget our next lesson."

As if afraid that John would not come, Hagrid specifically admonished him.

John said he wouldn't forget.

Walking towards the castle, John meets Myrtle in the hallway on the second floor.

The female ghost had been wondering if John had prepared more gifts for herself.

The hairpin from the second grade was still on Myrtle's hair, and she fiddled with her style in front of her armor for a while and said, "John, I'll be happy if you send me another beautiful necklace." ”

"Good advice," John laughs, "as long as you don't tell the other ghosts." ”

"Really?" Myrtle was so happy that she flew from wall to wall.

"You've helped me a lot, too."

John stretched out his finger and shook it, and said, "You can take advantage of this time to take a good look at which necklaces you prefer." ”

Because of this sentence, the girls of Hogwarts were miserable.

Myrtles sometimes popped up out of nowhere, sneaking up on their shoulders and asking if they could take a look at their necklaces.

By the time John returned to the lounge, the greasy couple had finally stopped showing.

Malfoy saw him come back and asked him how the lesson was going.

John told him it was funny.

Malfoy was skeptical, knowing Hagrid's class level.

"Professor Snape seems to be on strike."

Malfoy, with his own gossip, said, "It seems to say that he is not feeling well, and I guess he hates the new Sirius Black." ”

It doesn't take much to know about Snape's hatred of Sirius from yesterday's disgusting expression.

That expression was just too obvious.

There was no shortage of daring speculation in Malfoy, and Snape simply said he was sick because he didn't want to meet Sirius.

After all, if a potions master wants to pretend to be sick, there is no difficulty at all.

"There's also Defence Against the Dark Arts and Potions class today." John glanced at the class schedule, which was densely packed with bluffs, but in fact, most of John didn't have to go.

"If he doesn't come, who will go to class?"

He was a little puzzled, how to say that Slughorn was also Snape's mentor.

The dislike for Sirius directly overshadowed his teacher?

On the second day of Slughorn's tenure, he went on strike.

Malfoy didn't know much about that.

Anyway, you can relax when you don't have classes.

An hour later, it was time for the Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

They went to class, and there was already a long queue outside.

John walked over unhurriedly, it was Sirius' lesson anyway.

Malfoy is clearly the same.

They've fought at the Ministry of Magic, and it's hard to give Sirius face.

This lesson is also the most popular one, and Defence Against the Dark Arts is an important subject, so there will be a lot of people who take the course.

Daphne arrived, her face full of resentment.

"The rune assignment is a fifteen-inch article, two translations, and I have to read the books by Wednesday."

The heavy book was held by her in both hands, and her resentment was about to overflow.

She also thought that the homework in this class would be the same as last year, and the result was directly doubled.

"One more thing," said Daphne, holding an old manuscript from his book and giving it to John, "Professor Bablin has asked you to help translate these runes. ”

John took it and swept his eyes, and said, "This is a high-level runivan, and she's quite lazy." ”

Slack off?

Daphne looked at the heavy book and fell into deep thought.

John pulled open his bag and said, "You can put the book with me first." ”

Seeing this, Daphne put the book inside.

Malfoy was envious that John had this little bag, it was so convenient.

The classroom door opened.

Sirius strode out, looking at the long procession, his vanity as a new teacher burst with vanity.

"Come in."

John noticed Sirius' gaze sweeping over, and he glanced at the other man's left rib, thinking that he was quite quick.

Sirius saw John's expression, as if he understood the meaning, and his face darkened.

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Some people died, but not completely......