Chapter 282: Fried Snail

After nearly a year of running-in, the reading club is now developing very well. Under the guidance and organization of Ryan and Hermione, the book club is developing in the direction they expect.
For example, at a reading meeting, Ryan carefully explained the principle of the magic when dealing with the dragon, and pointed out that the principle of this magic is based on electromagnetic induction and is directly inspired by a science fiction weapon of Muggle. Science fiction weapons). Nobody in the book club showed dissatisfied expressions after hearing this, and even when everyone left, several pure-blood wizards were still curiously asking various Muggle technology questions related to electromagnetics.
Hermione served as the main instructor in the book club, and she was very attentive to this position. On the one hand, she can use this to promote her claims, on the other hand, she can also find herself inadequate by teaching others to improve her level. Not to mention that this position can also provide her with some prestige.
At this time, Hermione was sitting in the library writing ancient magic writing class homework, and the feather pen left beautiful letters on the parchment. Ryan was sitting opposite her at this time and calculating to determine the position and effect of a rune in magic.
December brought Hogwarts with wind and rain and snow, which made the ancient castle full of chills. Fortunately, whether this year's Bussbaden's carriage parked in the empty field or the Destrom sailboat floating on the Black Lake looks much colder than the castle. With the comparison of the other two schools, many Hogwarts students felt that this chill in the castle was nothing.
But the gusty wind and sleet outside the window. In this case, students who need to go outdoors to protect the magical animal class are very fond of the hot fire and thick walls in the castle. After all, even the coldest corridors in the castle are more comfortable than blowing them outside. But skipping classes is definitely not going to work. Ryan can only come to the playground below.
Recently, Hagrid did not devote all of his energy to teaching. During class, he needed to leave from time to time to pour their favorite pure malt whisky into the manger in front of the Pegasus at Booth Button. The feed trough in the corner of the temporary stable was filled with a smell of wine, which made the wizards dizzy. According to a Gryffindor elementary school girl, a bottle of this grade would cost around £ 20 a bottle in the Muggle world. From this, it can also be seen that Booth Barton is indeed rich.
However, this kind of intoxicating wine taste is not conducive to the class, because everyone in the class needs to take care of these terrible fried snails. After months of fratricidal killings, there are now only ten snails left in Hagrid. But each of these is close to six feet long. The snails with thick gray protective layers and swaying powerful legs are not safe things, especially they have tails that are constantly exploding and fire, and thorns and suction cups that look quite lethal.
"I'm not sure if they hibernate," Hagrid said to the students who were shaking in the pumpkin patch. "We might as well try it out to see if they want to sleep ... We put them in these boxes ... "
"Hagrid, aren't you kidding me?" Ryan Xin said that this fried snail is more spirited than any student in the playground now. He doesn't think that these things are necessary for hibernation. Especially when Hagrid took out the big box with thick blankets and pillows, Ryan felt more absurd.
A box that can hold a six-foot long tail snail can also hold anyone on the field other than Hagrid. Ryan feels that he is now in the cold wind. He needs to drill into this box more than the lively snails. Go warm.
Sure enough, those fried snails don't need to hibernate, especially they don't like being stuffed into pillow-covered boxes and cover them. Soon, these snails were turbulent, trying to break up the box and climb out.
"I fainted." Ryan pulled out his wand directly to give the snail in the box a coma spell, which finally made it quiet. Then, with the help of Gryffindor classmates, Ryan and Hermione knocked out the other four snails under the control of Gryffindor students in this class.
Slytherin was one step late, and when they reacted, three snails successfully broke the box and escaped. As a result, under the circumstances of Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle, the Slytherins fled into the Hagrid's hut from the back door and locked themselves inside.
"The pure blood of these Slytherins is too--" Ryan was speechless to these Slytherins who were on the road. What about the perfect magic tutor of the pure blood family? It is really noble to throw away such mess that I have made by myself and let others clean up.
Lane waved his wand while vomiting some of his previous life. As he cast his spell, a pillar suddenly appeared on the ground to overturn a snail, revealing a poorly defended abdomen. After that, everyone stunned the snail with a mess of curses.
"This is why our family feels that the term pure-blood traitor is more honorable." Ron said as he released an obstacle spell to the snail to stop its progress. "That group of Slytherins are the ones who defile the word pure blood."
"Don't hurt it." Hagrid said sadly when he saw Gryffindors hitting the last snail with various raindrops.
"Students are much more important than these monsters. When will Hagrid realize this?" Harry said angrily as he watched Hager running to the beating half-dead snail. If it weren't for everyone's attack just now, he was almost burnt by the spark from the blowout.
Because the snails are now unconscious, after moving these snails back to the cellar, the remaining half of the lesson will be explained by Hagrid to the textbook for the first game in the top three competitions. The knowledge of those dragons.
Has to say that Hagrid's knowledge reserve in magical creatures really worthy of the status of professor, especially those "little cute" who are interested in him. Hagrid knew much better than most wizards.
In the remaining half of the lesson, even if there is no real thing as a reference ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Hegger's story still attracted everyone. Even the students of Slytherin have a strong interest in the content of this class.
When class was about to end, Rita Skeeter, wearing a thick magenta robe and a crocodile leather handbag hanging on her arm, didn't know where to get it from.
"Who are you?" Hagrid asked directly when he saw him.
"My name is Rita Skeeter, a reporter from the Daily Prophet." Rita replied, looking at Hagrid with a smile on her face, and the gold teeth in her mouth sparkled.
"It seems that Dumbledore said that you are not allowed to enter the school anymore." Hagrid frowned slightly.
Rita pretended not to hear this sentence, and directly said in a curious tone, "You just described the dragon as very professional, how did you master so much knowledge?"
This kind of problem can be very irritating to Hagrid ’s itching, and he immediately forgot Professor Dumbledore ’s ban on Rita Skit began to gushed, even when leaving after class, Ryan heard Hagrid and Rita Skeeter made an appointment to meet on three brooms later this week and have a long talk.
"I hope he doesn't talk about the breeding of certain illegal creatures before." Hermione said when she returned to the castle. "Even if it was normal, the woman would be distorted into sensational content, and it would be very bad if she knew what Hagrid had done before."
"Maybe I can use this opportunity to get rid of those snails." Lane thinks this kind of thing will also have a good side.
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