Hermione walked slowly on the lawn, drizzling and gray, and in the powdery raindrops, Hermione walked across the grass, her socks and the hem of her cloak wet.

The Forbidden Forest looked as if enchanted, each tree was shining silver, as if it had been covered with a thin veil, and the raindrops were sliding from the leaves and falling onto the hair of the little wizards, wet and uncomfortable.

And this discomfort turned into anxiety and worry when a low, throbbing moan came from Hagrid's cabin.

"Hagrid!" Hermione shouted as she pounded on the door, "Hagrid, are you in there?"

There was a sound of heavy footsteps, and the door creaked open. Hagrid stood there, his eyes red and swollen, tears streaming down the front of his leather waistcoat.

"Why did you come here so early?" Hagrid leaned against the door, pulled out a large handkerchief, and wiped his face wildly.

"The weather is bad, so I want to come early and get a good spot. Hermione said, asking, "What's going on?"

"Allah...... Gock ......" as Hagrid sobbed again.

Hermione grabbed Hagrid's arm and carried him back into the house.

Hagrid slumped into a chair and began to cry uncontrollably. Tears streamed down his face, and he noticed Hermione's gaze and bought his face into the palm of his hand.

"Hagrid......" Hermione snapped Hagrid's arm sympathetically.

"Aragog," Hagrid kept wiping his eyes, "it's gone! Not only it, but all the eight-eyed spiders are gone." I should have thought of it, I should have noticed it, he reminded me, and I didn't find anything!

Hagrid let out a beastly whimper, wiping his eyes with his sleeve.

Hermione went and brought Hagrid a steaming cup of tea and placed it on the table in front of Hagrid, and she didn't know how to comfort him for a moment.

"It's much better to have a cup of tea to calm down. Classes will be in a moment. It might not be good for everyone to see the professor like this. Hermione wanted to distract Hagrid.

"I haven't been feeling normal lately," Hagrid stroked his teeth with one hand and wiped his face with the other, "worried about Aragog, and no one likes my class—"

"I like it. Hermione lied.

Hagrid was silent for a moment, then stood up, "You're right, Hermione, let's go check out the fried snails, they've been growing so well lately. ”

Hermione silently followed Hagrid and helped him open the door to his room.

It is true that the snails grow quickly, although no one has figured out what they like to eat.

Hermione noticed that Hagrid was in a much better mood when she saw the snails. Apparently he loved these creatures from the bottom of his heart that the little wizards hated.

"I suggest you come to my hut every other day to observe the fried snails and record their unusual behavior. ”

"I'm not coming," Draco Malfoy said unequivocally when Hagrid suggested with Santa Claus pulling an oversized toy out of his pocket, "I've seen enough of these nasty things in class, thank you." ”

The smile on Hagrid's face faded.

"Do as I say," he growled, "and it's about your final grades." ”

The young wizards were shocked by the success, and it was as if they realized on the first day that the big man in front of them was not only the hunting ground keeper and key keeper, but also a real professor who was in charge of their final grades.

So in the subsequent grouping, they all obediently obeyed Hagrid's assignment.

Compared to the fear of angry big men in others. Harry breathed a sigh of relief for Hagrid, who was finally starting to look like a professor.

Hermione couldn't help but grumble while feeling happy for Hagrid, "It would be better if the object wasn't this annoying whelk." ”

When Hermione put a bunch of cabbage mixed with a bunch of meat puree made of unknown meat into a cardboard box, and walked to the area of the fried snails to lure a few over, all the fried snails in the entire fence were agitated, and they rushed to the direction where Hermione was.

In particular, the two largest squeezed out all their kind and came to Hermione, entangled in order to compete for the first position.

"Don't squeeze, don't hit. Seeing that the two snails were on the verge of breaking out of the box, Hagrid stepped forward and forcibly separated them.

Hermione looked at the situation and silently retreated to the back of the crowd, she didn't want to tell anyone about what had just happened here.

"It's weird, they're two of my favorites, I've never seen them fight so fiercely, is this the breeding time again?" Hagrid scratched his head, he couldn't figure out the situation, "The snails were bred by the sphinx and the fire crab, so their habits are difficult to control. ”

Hermione blinked, and a sense of foreboding arose in her heart.

That night, a figure wrapped his head tightly in a scarf sneaked into the hunting grounds.

As it approached Hagrid's hut, the figure transformed into a human-headed sphin-tailed manticore, and lowered its voice as it stepped on a cat's step and approached the breeding area of the fried snails.

As soon as Hermione arrived, the snails rushed in her direction like crazy, and the first two began to attack each other in circles in order to compete for the first position, and one of them even made an attack that supported her body with her forefoot and threw the fire-breathing tail over.

Hermione hurriedly lowered her voice and tried to pass on the thoughts, "Stop, don't you fight."

The fried tail snail, which was still desperately fighting for the position just now, magically quieted down, although it did not leave, but it was much better than the chaotic scene just now.

Hermione's fears became a reality, but it didn't cause any more confusion, Hermione nervously glanced in the direction of Hagrid's hut and saw that he didn't move, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that Hagrid was used to the occasional stirring of the wholls.

With her last hope she tried to order a few snails, and to her despair, she found that they had all completed their task perfectly.

Hermione unconsciously shook her stinger-covered tail back and forth because of irritability, although she felt that the eight-eyed giant spider was enslaved by the gem and had to "voluntarily" become the object of soul sucking, but she was still very envious of Penelope's Animagus, just like a spider queen who can command so many eight-eyed giant spiders majestically.

Hermione had imagined that she could command so many monsters as her men, and that she would definitely train them to be much better than Penelope's messy formation, but she never imagined that her own Animagus really had this similar ability, but for the disgusting-looking fried tail snail that even Hagrid himself couldn't think of!

This must not be known to Allen, otherwise the bad-eyed Penelope will definitely keep laughing at himself with this, and then he will nickname himself the Queen of Fried Snails or something!

Thinking of this, Hermione couldn't help but let out a wistful sigh - "Woooooo

Hermione heard the door of Hagrid's hut creaking open, and she panicked in the opposite direction of Hagrid's hut, taking a few steps before she remembered to untransform.

Hermione, who had regained her human form, walked back around the test area of the Tail Snail in the direction of the Forbidden Forest, preparing to get to a location where she could apparition and then go back to school in a different direction.

As Hermione approached the area where the whelk was, the two largest snails fought restlessly, more fiercely than ever, and the two of them embraced each other.

Hermione looked at the whelks that were beginning to turn to ashes and raised her wand in surprise, and she realized that the souls of the two whelks that had just died had been automatically absorbed by her wands. Hearing Hagrid's footsteps, Hermione didn't have time to look closely, and dodged away.

Hagrid made his way to the area of the snail, took a wary look around his surroundings, and then leaned down to spot Hermione's giant monster footprints in her Animagus state through the messy little wizard's shoe prints.

"Is it a human-headed sphin-tailed manticore, sneaking over from so far to see its offspring?" Hagrid took out his big handkerchief and wiped his moist eyes, and couldn't help but start sobbing: "I knew that it was not bad in nature, and it didn't want to use its thorns to sneak up on me when it came back this time." ”

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