Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

After the first event of the Triwizard Tournament was over, in the days that followed, the usual calm returned to the castle.

In a blink of an eye, it was December.

With the arrival of winter, Hogwarts Castle in the Scottish Highlands also ushered in strong winds and rain and snow.

Despite the constant draughts of winter draughts in the castle, Clark rejoiced at the hot fire and thick walls of the castle every time he walked past Durmstrang's ship, which was parked on the lake.

"I really don't know how they're going to spend this winter."

Harry looked out the window and saw the big ship tossing and swaying in the gale, the black sails flapping and dancing in the dark night sky, and several red figures were standing on the deck, trying to put those sails up. put away.

"It must be freezing cold in Durmstrang's mobile home"

"You don't have to worry about that, Durmstrang is in the Nordic range," Clark said. "This low temperature may not be worth mentioning to them. Hurry up, and don't hurry up to Hagrid's class. It's going to be late."

"Oh, oh, okay." Harry and Ron followed Clarke and quickened their pace.

Everyone came to the lawn outside the castle. In the distance, a strong smell of spirits drifted from the feeding trough in the corner of the temporary stable, which made the students who were preparing for the protection of magical animals class feel a little dizzy. .

Apparently, as the temperature dropped, Hagrid kept supplying Madame Maxime's horses with their favourite single malt whisky.

It's not a good thing for the students, though, because they still have to tend to those terrifying blow-tail snails, and being dizzy isn't a good thing.

"Just take this last class," Hagrid implored to the classmates who were shivering in the pumpkin field. "Those fire dragons just took part in the game and consumed a lot of energy. It's time for supplementation."

Harry also agreed with this. Hagrid now only has ten fried tail snails left. Obviously, with the amount of food those big guys eat, these few are really not enough to support the next class.

The only worry is whether Hagrid will cultivate another batch.

"I'm not sure if they're hibernating," the students listlessly watched Hagrid unload several large boxes, all covered with pillows and fluffy blankets, "let's try it out and see if they like it or not. To sleep...we put them in these boxes..."

For his arrangement, all the little wizards refused, including Clark.

Each of these blast-tailed snails is now nearly six feet long, their soft skin covered with a thick gray crust, their powerful limbs wiggling wildly, their exploding fire-breathing tails, their spines and suckers, All of this combined makes the fried tail snail the most disgusting thing the students have ever seen.

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

He took the lead, and the other students reluctantly followed suit, only to discover that the blow-tail snails didn't hibernate, and they didn't like being stuffed into a pillow-topped box with a lid on.

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous!"

Soon Hagrid was screaming nervously as the fried tail snails were rampaging through the pumpkin patch.

The frozen ground was already strewn with smoky box fragments, and most of the classmates - led by Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle - had fled the back door into Hagrid's cabin, shutting themselves in. in.

Clark, Hermione, and Neville, along with a few other classmates, stayed outside to help Hagrid.

Thanks to Clark's [Charm Monster] ability, they worked together and quickly subdued nine bomb-tailed snails and tied them up.

Of course, in addition to Clark, Harry and Neville also paid a heavy price, with burns and scratches on their bodies.

In the end, there was only one fried tail snail left.

"Hey, don't scare it!"

Hagrid shouted as Harry and Ron fired sparks at the snails with their wands - the snails approached them viciously, the spines on their backs arching and quivering slightly -

"Tie its thorns with a string, and it won't hurt the other snails!" shouted Hagrid.

"Yeah, we wouldn't want that to happen!" Ron exclaimed angrily, as he and Harry retreated to the base of the wall of Hagrid's hut, still using the sparks of their wands to keep the blaster from approaching.

Neville had already blasted the snail from behind with the rope, Clark used his powers to soothe its emotions, and Hermione used wind magic to restrict its movements.

"Okay, okay, okay...it does look like a lot of fun." A nasty voice suddenly sounded.

Everyone looked at the prestige, and they saw the reporter of the Daily Prophet, Rita Skeeter, leaning on the fence of Hagrid's vegetable garden, watching this farce with relish.

She was wearing a thick magenta robe today with a purple suede collar and the alligator handbag dangling from her arm.

Clark frowned subconsciously when he saw her.

He also did not expect that after the first game, the woman had not left the school and returned to London.

Thinking of this he glanced at the pumpkin patch again, now that the blow-tail snail had cornered Harry and Ron, and Neville and Hagrid jumped on it and subdued it.

A burst of flame spewed from the back of its tail, scorching the pumpkin seedlings next to it.

This is terrible. You must know that Hagrid's private practice of cultivating bomb-tailed snails violated the Ministry of Magic's "Law on the Prohibition of Animal Breeding Experiments", which is an illegal act!

"Who are you?" Hagrid asked Rita Skeeter, tying a rope buckle over the thorns of the snail.

"My name is Rita Skeeter, a reporter for the Daily Prophet," Rita replied, looking at Hagrid with a smile on her face, her golden teeth gleaming.

"It seems that Dumbledore said that you are not allowed to enter the school again." Hagrid said with a slight frown, turning over and getting down from the slightly deformed squid, dragging it hard towards its companions .

Rita didn't seem to hear Hagrid's words at all, she just asked with a big smile, "What are these charming animals called?"

Just as Hagrid was about to answer, Clark suddenly said, "It's just some giant mealworms that have been cursed with Expansion, specially used to feed the dragons in the first project, Rita."

Rita Skeeter immediately turned her head when she heard Clark's voice, and Hagrid next to her opened her mouth to say something, but was stopped by Neville.

"Ah, you're here too, Clark!" said Rita Skeeter, with a fake smile on her face, "so you like the Conservation of Magical Creatures class, don't you? It's your favorite class. ?"

"Yes!" Clark said flatly, and Hagrid looked at him with a grin that did falter on Rita Skeeter's face.

"That's great," Rita said. "That's great."

She seemed to understand Clark's intention to save Hagrid, so she didn't continue to delve into the issue of blowing the tail snail.

"Do you teach long?" she asked Hagrid again.

Clark found that Rita was looking at Dean (who had an unsightly cut on one half of his cheek), Lavender (whose robe was charred), Seamus (who was tending a few quilts). burnt fingers) on several people.

Then her eyes moved to the window of the hut, where most of the classmates stood with their noses pressed against the panes to see if the danger had passed.

As expected of the ace reporter of the Daily Prophet, she has a really keen sense of breaking news. If it wasn't for Clark, I'm afraid Hagrid would have suffered a big loss this time.

"Just taught for the second year," Hagrid replied.

"That's great...that's it." Rita finally ended her interview with Hagrid in a hurry under Clark's gaze.

At this moment, the bell of the castle rang, and the class was over.

"Okay, bye, Clark!" Rita Skeeter cheered, waving to Clark and Neville and Hermione as they left.

In exchange, he had just promised Rita Skeeter to wait until after the second project to give her an interview.

"She doesn't look like a good person." Hermione glanced back at the woman in red behind her.

"But at least she has the ability," Clark said. "Although she didn't use this ability in the right way, as long as she doesn't break the law, we can only condemn her morally."

"Then we can only pray that she won't hold Hagrid away, and I hope Hagrid doesn't illegally import those fried tail snails and other things."

Hermione said anxiously, and they looked at each other - which was exactly what Hagrid might have done.

There was no way he could get those fire crabs from official sources, a magical species protected by the Fiji Ministry of Magic.

"Don't worry, Hagrid has gotten into a lot of trouble before, and Dumbledore never fired him," Clark reassured her. "Besides, the Daily Prophet is still being watched by me, so it's not a big problem."

"Yeah," Ron added, "the worst is probably Hagrid has to drop the blow-tail snails, sorry... did I mean the worst? I mean the best."

Everyone laughed, and they went back to the castle for lunch, and in the afternoon Harry and Ron had to go to a fortune-telling class and face Professor Trelawney, the last thing they wanted.

Every term she was repeating her shenanigans, telling ominous omens about Harry.

As for the three of Clark, they had no class in the afternoon, so they came to the library on the fifth floor together.

It's just that after reading the book, Viktor Klum also walked into the library.

Not only that, but behind him, there were also six or seven girls who walked in laughing and joking, and they didn't read books at first glance.

Hermione's mood was so bad all of a sudden, at this time Viktor Krum was still very blind and came over and sat at their table.

"Hello, Clark." Krum greeted Clark, but his eyes glanced at Hermione vaguely.

Clark certainly noticed this, and remembering Krum's love for Hermione in the original book, his tone was not so good.

"With a big star like you sitting next to us, our reading environment is not so good."

Krum smiled awkwardly, but Clark ignored it and continued to ask, "What, what's the matter with you?"

"No, no," Krum waved, "I'm just here to say hello."

When he said this, he couldn't help but sneak a glance at Hermione, but Hermione didn't look at him, which made him a little disappointed.

"Since the greeting has also been called, then we will not keep you, why don't you go and sign with your fans first?"

He pointed out that behind Krum, six or seven girls were hiding by the next row of bookshelves, arguing about the signing, and the chattering voice was not small.

Krum also knew that he was not welcome and could only stand up, but when he was about to leave, Clark said casually, "That thing has to be opened in the water."

Hermione and Neville looked at him suspiciously, while Krum was thoughtful, nodded his thanks, and hurriedly left the library.

"What did you mean just now?" Neville asked in a low, curious voice.

Hermione reacted quickly, "Is it a golden egg?"

Although it was a question, her tone was extraordinarily positive.

Clark nodded, "That's right, the noise inside the golden egg is the mermaid's singing~www.readwn.com~ Hermione got up after hearing this and walked behind a bookshelf to rummage, and she soon picked up a blue book. The big book of color - "The Encyclopedia of the Magical Creatures of the Mediterranean".

"On the bottom of the Mediterranean, there lives such a group of magical creatures.

They have green skin and long green hair, and the upper torso is the same as a human, but they have no legs, but a silver fish tail.

This is mermaid. Mermaids exist all over the world. There are legends of mermaids in almost every culture. Therefore, many experts believe that they may have existed longer than humans.

Some experts on magical animals even believe that humans may have evolved from mermaids after they went ashore. Of course, there is not much evidence to support this statement in the academic world. "

On the open pages, the blue light formed an ocean illusion. In the ocean, several slender mermaids were swimming back and forth.

Hermione continued to read the contents of the book:

"Like the centaurs, the living habits and customs of the murlocs are still a mystery to us.

Although those wizards who have mastered the merfolk language say that merfolk form very well-organized groups of varying sizes depending on where they live, some even have elaborate dwellings and keep Grindillos as pets.

But many wizards don't believe this, because like centaurs, they also rejected the status of 'human' and chose the status of 'animal'.

However, about the fact that mermaids like music and are very good at singing, they can attract sailors sailing on the sea through singing, so that they can't control themselves, it has won the consensus of all wizards and scholars.

Even in Muggle literature and paintings, we can see descriptions of them quite frequently. "