The next few days were peaceful.

As December approached, the cold winter brought strong winds and rain and snow to Hogwarts, and although the castle was always windy in winter, every time everyone walked past the large ship of Durmstrang parked on the lake, the depression in their hearts suddenly disappeared.

Sure enough, everything was afraid of comparison, compared to the big ship tossing and swaying in the wind, and the black sails fluttering and dancing in the dark night sky. At least there was a hot fire and thick walls in the castle, much to the little wizards' rejoicing.

Many people think it's cold enough in Durmstrang's mobile homes.

It's no wonder that Krum runs to the school library when he has nothing to do, and the other Durmstrang students are used to passing the time in Slytherin's public breaks, and they get along well.

Beauxbatons students were more accustomed to staying in their carriages than their Durmstrang students.

The only exception is Fleur and her sister Gabrielle, who are popular in the Gryffindor common room.

As for the competition, the Daily Prophet and the Contrarian newspaper ran their stories on the front page on the third day.

Even the two academic-oriented journals "Metamorphosis Today" and "Magic Spell Today" published a wide range of the competition.

As an academic journal, they took a serious look at all the spells and shape-shifting techniques used by the warriors in the four games, and scored them.

Not surprisingly, Miss Granger won first place.

Her Source Magic and Gryffindor Sword impressed everyone too much. The unimaginable magic has reached the limits of the imagination of modern wizards.

Many pure-blood wizards should be ashamed of wands, for magic, and for the world they were born into, because they are not even a single hair of mudblood in their mouths.

So, in order to balance his poor self-esteem, no one said anything about Hermione's origins anymore.

When the newspaper showed a picture of the Gryffindor sword in one hand, the vine wand in the other, and the figure standing under the stars, everyone remembered only one thing, and that was Miss Granger, worthy of the name of the heir of Gryffindor.

She was a true Godric's protégé.

And for Hermione herself, this is both a good thing and a bad thing.

Because the day after the newspaper was surveyed, her house, her father's dentist shop, was smashed.

The Muggle police couldn't find out anything at all, but anyone who knew it was a wizard who did it.

Because the walls of the store were covered with what looked like red dye, and they were probably swearing Mr. Granger for stealing the wizard's child.

It's likely that some of Miss Granger's avid fans did it.

After the incident, of course, the Ministry of Magic would not let it go, and they immediately sent the Aurors to hunt down the murderer.

However, the tracking has been fruitless for several days.

In a word, I sent people out, as for whether they can be caught or not, that's another matter.

Highlight an inaction. No Muggles hurt anyway, do they?

Miss Granger was so angry that she came back to her senses after Headmaster Dumbledore assured her that her parents would not be harmed.

This has caused her to be in a worse and worse mood these days. For the young wizard of Gryffindor, she is almost Professor McGonagall II.

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Koyatl was almost tied with her in scores in two major academic journals, with only one point separating the two.

Eternal fire and lightning magic, as well as powerful Transfiguration, have earned her the appreciation and affirmation of professionals.

The main thing is that the Goublai Immortal Fire is famous, and the only one in the wizarding world who can cast it is Dumbledore, which has won her a lot of attention.

Then there was Krum, who also had a good fire shield, and because of his status as a Quidditch star, the two newspapers still took his fans into account, and it was understandable to send him a third.

The fourth is Cedric, although he doesn't use any powerful wands, and uses magical plants and animals throughout, his flexible combat style and unique tactics are still very eye-catching.

In fact, he should have been ranked third, but after all, Krum's popularity was too high.

Finally, there's Fleur, there's nothing to say, the Infinity Gauntlets are awesome.

But she can only be at the bottom of the rating.

The rest of the Daily Prophet is normal, with a rigorous introduction to the battle of the four warriors, accompanied by pictures of their most glorious moments, and the surging images of magic are heart-warming.

As for the section that Rita Skeeter is in charge of - it can only be said that she knows how to attract attention.

The whole story of nonsense and malicious speculation is simply exhausted by the human imagination.

The focus of the siege is, of course, our Miss Granger.

But unfortunately, this time she seems to have used too much force.

Perhaps the rest of the newspaper reported on the incident in a serious way, and her article was out of step with the overall seriousness of the atmosphere. It's easy to see that she's maliciously smearing.

Of course, it is more likely that Miss Granger's fan base has swelled again, and the fans have rushed her directly.

All kinds of sarcastic revelations and death threats are endless.

Anyway, she stepped on the thunder this time.

The next few days were uneventful.

The only interesting thing was in Hagrid's Fantastic Beasts class.

Hagrid gave Madame Maxime's steeds a constant supply of their favorite single malt whisky.

The smell of alcohol wafted from the feed trough in the corner of the makeshift stable, and the students who came to class were a little dizzy.

This doesn't do the little wizards any good, as they still have to take care of the dreaded whelk.

"I'm not sure if they're hibernating," Hagrid told his classmates shivering in the pumpkin patch, "We might as well give it a try and see if they want to sleep, and we'll settle them in these boxes."

Now there are only ten snails left, and it is clear that their cannibalistic nature has not been completely eradicated.

For this disgusting monster, everyone really can't lift their spirits.

Today, each whelk is nearly six feet long and has a thick gray protective layer.

They wiggle their powerful legs wildly, their fire-breathing tails exploding, and their spines and suckers.

The thing grew more and more in the direction of the human-headed sphinx, and in the process of subduing them, the young wizards paid a heavy price, with countless burns and scratches on their bodies.

Everyone's patience with this kind of stuff has reached its limit.

Many of the little wizards at Hogwarts can't help but pull out their wands - classmates! It's half a semester!

I can't stand it!

I'm the opposite!

Planted these disgusting creatures to fight for a better tomorrow!!

A group of young wizards stared at the fried tail snails with unkind eyes.

How can the current little wizards be the same, their combat effectiveness is definitely not low. The arrogance has shut them up, how can they suffer this anger.

And just when they were aggressive - forced to blow up the tail snail.

Harry looked at Owen appropriately.

He and Hagrid were friends, and he couldn't upset Hagrid.

Then Ron looked at him as well.

After seeing the two of them turn their heads, the little wizard present seemed to have found the backbone. One by one, they looked at him sideways.

Come on—those eyes seem to say.

Bearing everyone's expectations, let's go bravely!

The fiery eyes seemed to be shouting, what kind of friendship! Bonds! The future! Boxed for Owen.

The meaning of the crowd is simple.

Anyway, you're lawless, everyone is used to it.

The responsibility for freeing the whole village this time falls on you!

And Owen, who is burdened with everyone's expectations, is really a little confused.

？？？

Isn't the Savior Harry Potter? What are you staring at the old man!

Besides, isn't it just a bunch of fried tail snails?

As for this?

Then he raised his wand.

A strong green glow suddenly erupted from the tip of the staff, and then two seconds later.

A terrible whistling sound, with the terrible aura of death, swept straight past the boxes containing the snails.

In an instant, the green light exploded, as if someone had thrown a high flash.

"Oh! My great darling of Joan of Arc! Yes!!! My wand is out of control! My wand is out of control!! ”

After getting five, Owen held his wand in both hands, as if his hands were controlled by some dark force, and performed as pompously as possible.

"Get out of the way, I can't control it!"

Hearing this, the non-Hogwarts little wizards crawled one by one, and then retreated a few steps, and Owen?

He still 'strong' his hands, tugging at death.

He showed his wand, which had crystallized, to the crowd, saying that what he said was true.

"Look—it's all like this, and it's inevitable that it will get out of control."

"Owen !!"

As soon as Owen's words fell, Hagrid, who was holding a huge pumpkin, immediately heard a roar like a landslide.

He trembled with anger, the loose flesh on his cheeks trembled with his breathing, and his face gradually turned red with clarity.

It's a terrible thing for a giant of a dozen feet to get angry.

The little wizards from the other schools all looked terrified.

And Ron them.

They quietly gave Owen a thumbs up.

Well done! That's why you've done a great job!

My friend, you are a true hero!

"How dare you use that wicked, horrible —" Before he could finish speaking, Owen's voice was overwhelmingly druffled.

"First of all—" He wiped the sweat from the drill. He breathed a long sigh of relief, and there was no terrible expression on his face, and then he raised his hand to another green light, and this time a cold evil aura immediately spread out, and the little wizards even heard the screams of the dead from the green light.

The spell hits a large pumpkin and it explodes.

"This is the Killing Curse!"

He looked very relaxed, not at all as bitter and hateful as the Death Eaters cast their spells.

It's as easy as eating and drinking.

"Although this magic looks like a killing curse, and it sounds like a killing curse, but- it's not a killing curse!"

Owen shook his wand and said solemnly.

He never lies, and it's not really a killing curse.

The same is an attack on the soul.

This spell is actually him to urge the ancient magic power, and then use fluorescent flashes to change the color, and then miniaturize the soul torrent, otherwise how could he charge for two seconds.

Also an attack on the soul, the main advantage of this magic is that it does not require strong emotions as a basis.

Although he cast the killing curse himself, there was no emotional foreshadowing.

But - well! Truth be told, this spell was developed primarily for — well— Harry Potter—Ron Weasley as long as he could solve the mana power supply problem.

As for Miss Granger. Inexplicably, I ignore him these days, and I don't know what's going on.

"Lie!" Hagrid shouted, then walked over and looked at the snail in the box, which was not scarred at all, exactly like the Killing Curse, which confirmed his judgment.

"I'm going to tell you Headmaster, and Professor Dumbledore, about this!"

"No problem!" Owen responded, "I'll defend your right to denounce to the death, but—"

"I want to correct you a little, I Sanchez never lies, I don't believe you go back to the two hundred and eighty-one chapters, when did I lie!" He shook his head, holding the spell between his index and middle fingers, and walked up to the tragically dead snails, "Why should you think that evil should be bound to cunning, as if you think it's cruel, I think it's efficient." ”

"Can't a dark wizard be honest?"

"Look at the legendary demons! They're all honest, friendly, helpful, and contractual, but of course they may leave a little bit of a trap on the contract. ”

"I'm trying to say that I've always been an honest and trustworthy person, and this is what I prefer to use instead of lying—" He said as he kicked another box, where there was the only one alive with a whelk.

"The human-headed sphinage is a dangerous creature of the 5X level, and the Ministry of Magic of various countries prohibits the import and export of this magical creature, where did you get one?"

“.” Without waiting for Hagrid to reply, Owen continued to ask: "According to the relevant regulations of the Department of Magical Creatures Management and Control and the relevant regulations of the International Federation of Wizards on magical creatures, the wizarding world prohibits research on the reproduction of magical creatures for the purpose of cultivating dangerous creatures, don't you know?" ”

"And the eight-eyed giant spider in the forest, I guess that creature doesn't belong to the British mainland!"

"Oh! Last time I met in the forest—"

Owen babbled on and on the list of magical creatures that were forbidden to be raised.

"These creatures alone are enough for you to be sentenced to Azkaban for the next century."

"Of course, there is no evidence for what I said, and it cannot be proved that you cultivated it, but just like you have the right to report me to the Dean and the Headmaster, as the President of the Student Council at Hogwarts, of course I have to ensure the safety of the little wizards, there are so many dangerous magical creatures around Hogwarts, I must write to the Department of Magical Creatures Management and Control to ask them to clean them up."

He blinked, his big gray eyes.

The entire outer ring of the pupil has faintly turned emerald green.

That's pretty obvious.

Zhang San, who is a lawbreaker, what kind of white lotus are you pretending to be with me.

Buddy used a killing spell on the magical little beast, and at most he was deducted points and confined, and it was impossible to even be expelled.

And you, Hagrid, are definitely going in. There is no doubt about it.

"You!"

After listening for a long time, Hagrid finally knew that this kid was threatening him.

But—he couldn't help it, because Owen was right, if not worse.

In this world, because the second-year secret room was closed by Dumbledore early, about what happened fifty years ago, it was the old headmaster who used his honor to protect him, so that he could return to school and become a professor.

Once the Ministry of Magic knew he was breaking the law.

That's — that's going to get quite a hassle. It could even have an impact on Dumbledore's own reputation.

He could not care about his reputation, but for Dumbledore.

Hagrid never allowed anyone to discredit Dumbledore.

So - he can only choose to compromise.

"Hufflepuff deducts fifty points!"

After thinking about it for a long time, Hagrid finally didn't hold back, I can not denounce you, (although there is a high probability that Dumbledore will not be punished) but the deduction of points is still required.

"Ahh Deduct points! Buckle! "Anyway, he didn't plan to compete for this year's House Cup, mainly because Hermione became the warrior of the tournament, which gave Dumbledore an excuse to add points to the eccentric, and he didn't have much hope of Cedric winning the championship.

The winner should be somewhere between Miss Granger and the witch of Ilvermorny.

In any case, Old Deng will definitely take the opportunity to add a wave of points to Gryffindor.

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Having lost his teaching tools, Hagrid had no choice but to change his strategy.

Lead them to the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

There is another magical creature living there.

Thestrals.

The Forbidden Forest in December is said to be light on the ice and snow, and the cold wind blows on the cheeks of the little wizard, which can directly blow the skin. This is no joke.

In fact, even in the hottest summer months, when entering the Forbidden Forest, young wizards usually choose to wear long clothes and trousers. The forest was already cold, and now it has a layer of magic damage attached.

The cold wind hit, and the little wizard seemed to have started the dance party in advance, and everyone began to shiver.

The snow has hardened along the way.

It's expired.

Not as fluffy as it was when it first fell. It became a piece of it, and there was no squeak when you stepped on it, but it collapsed directly.

As an elective course, there are still many students who take this course in the fourth year.

Although most of the other junior wizards from the third school will take this class with the sixth and seventh grades, in fact, due to the number of people, there are still some who will follow them in the fourth grade.

After all, the magical beast protection class is not a magic class, as long as it is a magical creature they have never seen, no matter what grade it is, it can be taught normally.

After walking for about ten minutes, they came to an open field.

Unlike other places, the trees are lush and dark as dusk.

The evergreen forests, dominated by laurel forests, are tall and luxuriant.

There was no snow on the ground, so it was because the snowflakes didn't fall at all.

Hagrid carried an iron bucket and half a cow on his shoulder.

- Don't get me wrong, it's indeed half a cow.

He threw the beef on the ground with a thud. Take two steps back and turn to face the class.

"Closer, closer." Hagrid encouraged, "Now, they're drawn to the smell of meat, but I'll call them anyway because they like to hear that it's—"

Owen looked at the cow with pity.

Oh! Poor cow cow.

It's the same animal, why are you so spicy?

At the end of the day, or are you not amazing enough?

"U-U!" He called affectionately, "Come here, say hello to the little wizards." ”

In the middle of the jungle, a thin, brownish-yellow Thestrals slowly broke away from the herd, and then tentatively walked towards the cow.

The little wizards were startled.

Each one retreats one after another

Many even used tree trunks as cover, fearing the creature, watching the creature cautiously, as if on guard against an attack at any moment.

Actually, it's not that people aren't afraid of this creature.

It's true that Thestrals don't have a good reputation in the wizarding world.

Many people believe that this creature is very unlucky, and will bring all the terrible calamities to those who see them, which is a bad omen.

Professor Trelawney has a very vocal say in this.

So everyone is not afraid of Thestrals, but afraid that it will bring bad luck to themselves.

After all, the little wizards are lucky E, and they don't want to become E-.

"Thestrals are absolutely intelligent, and very useful, and once tamed, they will never leave their master." Hagrid enthusiastically introduced, as if he had forgotten the unpleasantness just now.

And the Thestrals, named Uwu, had gone up to the poor cow and began to tear at its flesh.

"They have an amazing sense of direction, and they always find a place if you tell them where you're going."

"And Thestrals are incredibly fast, and the job of these Thestrals raised by Hogwarts is mainly to pull carriages for the school."

He turned to look at the resigned little wizards.

Then he grabbed Harry and shoved him over, "Lead Harry, act like a Gryffindor!" ”

As a young wizard living in the Muggle community, Harry naturally did not have the superstitious views of wizards, and he cautiously approached Thestrals, but did not know what to do.

"Take it easy, this isn't a Hippogriff, as long as you don't attack them, Thestrals won't attack wizards." Hagrid said loudly behind him, as if to add credibility to his words, and he moved out of Dumbledore, "Trust me, if Dumbledore needs to travel long distances and doesn't want to use Apparition, he'll use this creature too." ”

With Hagrid's encouragement, Harry finally made his way to the Thestrals.

Seeing that an outsider was coming, the huge Thestrals, looked up at him, flapped its bat-like wings a few times, and before Harry could react, it began to eat meat again, bloody and bloody.

Waited for a moment.

Seeing that Thestrals had calmed down, Harry stretched out his hand.

Although Hagrid said that Thestrals, not Hippogriff, he instinctively lowered his head and showed respect for the magical creature.

Then came a strange touch. Harry touched Thestrals' neck.

Whew—very awkward, it was his first hurry, and then a sense of mildness came.

(End of chapter)