HP Magic Biography

The sudden news caught everyone off guard.

Fanlin was named and banned from participating in the Three Witch Fighting Contest, which is undoubtedly the recognition of Boothbatten and Durmstrang.

Xiang Hogwarts, or Xiang Fanlin?

This is just in everyone's discussion.

However, this conclusion is not surprising to everyone.

Fanlin's honor is too great. He doesn't need to participate in this kind of school competition. He is the strongest, which is recognized by the magical world.

Naturally, Fanlin lost the possibility of participating in the Three Witch Fighting Competition, and everyone's guess and wind direction changed.

The only constant is that the proud Hogwarts never thought he could not win the championship.

Fanlin was so happy, he was not the focus, which saved a lot of trouble, and if it weren't for Voldemort, the ghost would want to participate in the Three Witch Fighting Competition.

It seems that my original plan to go through the competition process has been so ruined.

A few days later, in the morning, the gloomy stormy weather finally passed, although the roof of the auditorium was still very dark, and heavy leaden clouds were still hovering overhead. Harry, Ron, Fanlin, and Hermione checked their new class schedule during breakfast.

After a few seats, Fred, George, and Lee Jordan are discussing how to use magic to make themselves old and get involved in the three-witch fighting contest.

"The weather is good today... the whole morning is good outside," Ron said, his fingers moving on the Monday column of the class schedule, "herbalism and transfiguration, and magic transforming into small animals... Damn it, we still have classes with Slytherin..."

"This afternoon is a double divination class." Harry sighed, looking at the bottom of this column, apart from making witch drugs, divination was Harry's least favorite subject. Professor Trauni was always predicting Harry's death, which made him extremely annoying.

"The three of you should give up this subject like me, right?" Hermione said briskly, buttering her toast, "and then do something wise, such as digital fortune-telling."

There was a sudden rustling above their heads, and more than a hundred owls flew in through the open windows, bringing morning letters. Harry looked up instinctively, but he didn't see his own white owl among the pile of brown and gray owls.

The owls circled around the table, looking for the owners of these mails and packages. A big tawny owl flew towards Neville and put a package on his lap-Neville always forgot to wrap things up.

On the other side of the auditorium, Malfoy's owl stopped on his shoulder, and the things he brought seemed to be the same as before: candy and cakes from home.

To eliminate the sinking feeling in his stomach caused by disappointment, Harry returned to his seat and continued to drink the cereal. At this time, Meimei, everyone will receive some letters from home, except him.

Where does Fanlin have the most letters, dozens of them, these are all selected by Dobby.

"Damn, I shouldn't have sent these letters."

Fanlin looked a little annoyed, these bad things ruined his good mood of peaceful eating.

Harry kept thinking about these things as they walked through the path between the wet vegetable fields to the third greenhouse.

But when Professor Sputlaw showed a kind of plant to the class in the greenhouse—it was the ugliest kind of plant he had seen before, he was attracted by this kind of thing and stopped going. Think about the letter.

In fact, this plant does not look like a plant, but more like many large black slugs sticking out from the soil. Each one is slightly twisted and deformed, and it is covered with large shiny bumps. Get up full of liquid.

"Bouphobos (the name of this strange plant)," Professor Sputlaw told them briskly. "You have to get them out, and then you collect the pus—"

"What to collect?" Finnigan Seamus said in protest.

"Pus, Finnigan, I mean collecting pus," Professor Sputlaw said. "These pus are very useful, don't waste it. You must collect the pus in these bottles. Put on your dragon. Leather gloves. If they touch the skin before being diluted, strange reactions may occur."

The work of Booquibos was disgusting, but the process was surprisingly smooth.

Carrying a strong smell of gasoline.

They filled the bottle with pus as instructed by Professor Sputlaw. At the end of class, they collected several bottles of pus in total.

"This will make the lady happy," Professor Sputlaw said, cork the last bottle. "Bouphobos' pus is a special medicine for stubborn acne. Students must be prevented from using the method of Hysteria to remove acne."

"Like poor Elros. Midgen," Hannah Albert said in a calm tone. She learned transfiguration.

"She tried to use a spell to get rid of acne."

"Stupid girl," Professor Sputlow said, shaking his head, "but Ms. Pomfrey nailed her nose later."

A rumbling bell reverberated on the wet ground of the castle, giving everyone the message of get out of class dismissal. So the classmates dispersed separately, and those who learned transfiguration stepped on the stone steps to go to the transfiguration class, while Gryffindor, who learned how to train the lion and the eagle, walked in the other direction and went down the sloping lawn to Hagrid’s little girl. Going to the wooden house, it was a small wooden house built on the edge of the forbidden forest.

Hagrid stood outside his wooden house, holding his **** dog-tooth collar with one hand. There were a few open wooden boxes at his feet. Toothy barked while pulling and twisting the collar, obviously I want to go closer to the box to see what's inside. When the students approached, a strange noise came into their ears, like some small bombs.

"Good morning!" Hagrid said to Harry, Ron, Fanlin, and Hermione with a smile. "Let's wait for the Slytherin class," he didn't want these students to miss this-the snails with their tails flying off sparks.

"What the **** is this?" Ron asked, the box kept ringing.

Hagrid pointed to the wooden box by his feet, "Fried snails!"

Neville screamed and jumped back.

In Harry's view, the snails were the best generalization of the strange creatures whose tails would sparkle.

They look like deformed lobsters with no shiny appearance, pale and filthy in color, with many feet sticking out in strange places, but their heads are not visible. There are about a hundred of these things in each box, each about six inches long, crawling on top of each other or bumping into the wall of the box.

They emit a strong smell of rotten fish.

From time to time, their tails will emit sparks with a snapping sound while their bodies advance a few inches.

"Just hatched," Hagrid said proudly, "so you can raise them yourself. But we have to make a plan first."

"Why do we want to raise these things?" a cold voice said.

The Slindling class is here. It was Draco Malfoy who had just spoken, and Cara and Gore giggled approvingly.

Hagrid was embarrassed by this question.

"I mean, what are they for?" Malfoy asked, "What is the use of raising them?"

Hagrid opened his mouth but paused for a few seconds, apparently thinking hard, and then he said coldly, "That's the content of the next lesson. You only have to feed them today. Now, try feeding them. Different things-I have never raised this kind of food before, and I don't know what they eat-I prepared some ant eggs, frog livers and some grass snakes, and tried a little of each."

Hagrid also summed up the method. He is a professor at Hogwarts. Naturally, he has the rights he deserves.

Being threatened by my own students is really bad.

Malfoy could not say anything, even his father could not save him.

However, his words are agreeable, at least for now, this kind of thing has no value.

"Pus first, then this thing." Seamus murmured.

Even Harry, Ron, and Hermione, who had a deep admiration for Hagrid, just silently took a cup of frog liver and put it in a wooden box to lure the snails with sparkling tails.

Harry couldn't help thinking that it made no sense, because the snails seemed to have no mouth.

"This is useless. I don't think this shellfish will eat anything. You know, it should all be in the sea..." Fanlin looked at these terrible snails, their tails sprayed with sparks. Shell creatures, they don't look like things that can be launched into the water.

"Gloves for you." Hermione said, and she prepared several pairs of dragon leather gloves.

"Ouch!" Dean Thomas yelled ten minutes later. "It hurts me."

Hagrid hurried to his side, looking anxious. "His tail is sparking!" Dean said angrily as he showed Hagrid his burned hand.

"Ah, yes, they can hurt people when they sparkle," Hagrid nodded.

"Fried snails!" Dean said again, "Fried snails...Hagrid, what's the pointy thing on it?"

"Oh, some have stings," Hagrid said excitedly, and Dean quickly pulled his hand from the box.

"I thought they were all males--females have straw-like stings on their abdomen...I think they are used to **** blood."

"Oh, I know what we are keeping these things for," Malfoy said sarcastically. "Who wouldn't want to have a pet that burns, stabs and bites?"

"It's just because they don't look good, but that doesn't mean they are useless," Hermione interrupted unceremoniously.

"Dragon blood has amazing magic power, but you don't want a dragon as a pet, right?"

Harry and Ron grinned at Hagrid, and Hagrid responded with a sly smile. As Harry, Ron, Fanlin, and Hermione knew, there is nothing that Hagrid likes more than a pet dragon—when they were first graders in this school, Hagrid was in Secretly kept a dragon for a period of time, an evil Norwegian Ridgeback.

However, Noble seems to be well domesticated, except that he always burns things.

Hagrid only liked terrifying creatures—the more deadly, the better.

This is an iron law, and everyone knows it.

"At least those fried snails are small creatures." Ron said when they returned to the castle for lunch an hour later.

"They're just small now," Hermione's voice indicated that she was irritated. "Once Hagrid kept feeding them, they would grow to six feet in length."

"What does it matter? If we find they can cure seasickness, right?" Ron said.

"Of course you know that I only said that to silence Malfoy," Hermione said. "Honestly I think he is right. The best thing we should do is to remove them before they grow to attack us. Squash them all."

They sat at the Gryffindor table and began to eat lamb and potatoes. Hermione ate so fast that everyone stared at her.

"You...what's wrong with you, Hermione?"

Fanlin tried to ask, "Are you hungry?"

"No," Hermione said, her mouth bulging from being filled with sprouts, but desperately trying to relax herself, "I just want to go to the library."

"What?" Ron didn't believe what he heard. "Hermione-today is the first day of school, we don't have homework yet to do!"

"We have homework?" Harry was confused.

"No." Fanlin shook his head.

The girl seems to be determined to take out the house-elf plan these two days, and her heart is shining.

Shining hasn't come back yet.

Hermione shrugged and continued eating food like she hadn't eaten for a few days. Then she jumped up and said, "Goodbye for dinner!" Then she left the table quickly.

In fact, Fanlin wanted to escape during the afternoon's divination class, but Harry seemed even more anxious.

"Saturn, baby, Saturn!" said Trauni, irritated by seeing Harry's grace not being attracted by the news.

"I mean when you were born, Saturn must have been in power in heaven...your black hair...your short stature...you lost it tragically at a young age...I think I'm right. If you were born in Midwinter?"

"Wrong," Harry said, "I was born in July."

Ron and Fanlin laughed and coughed.

After half an hour, each of them sent a complicated circular chart in their hands, and tried to draw the corresponding planets on the positions of their birth moments. This is a monotonous task that requires constant review of timetables and angle calculations. .

After a while, Harry frowned and looked at the parchment in his hand and said, "I have two Neptunes here. UU reading www.uukanshu.com can't be right, is it?"

"Yeah!" Ron imitated Professor Trauni's mysterious whisper: "When two Neptunes appear on the day, it must indicate that a dwarf wearing glasses is being born, Harry..."

Finnigan and Dean, who were sitting next to them drawing pictures, secretly laughed.

Brown exclaimed excitedly: "Oh, professor, look! I think I got an unexpected planet! Oh-professor, what is that?"

"Honey, that's Uranus," Professor Trauni said, looking at the chart.

"Brown, can I see that Uranus too?" Ron asked.

Unfortunately, Professor Trauni heard this sentence, and perhaps it was this sentence that caused the professor to assign a lot of homework to them during class today.

This is too bad, and divination and astrology are together...

Maybe I should be more aggressive?