Vol 2 Chapter 392: Message (modified, sincere thanks to Ksg, Magic...

For Allen, he only needs to provide Hermione with some information in the subsequent intensive training class, and occasionally show her face. Hermione still serves as the main instructor.
At this time, she was sitting in the library, sliding the quill gently across the parchment, leaving a beautiful character. A small model of Hungarian hornet was placed on top of the parchment. When she looked up, she saw the little dragon yawning, curled up and closed her eyes. Hermione smiled warmly.
As far as Hermione is concerned, serving as the chief instructor is very happy. After all, this way, on the one hand, she can get Allen’s personal teaching, on the other hand, while sharing for Allen, she can also enhance her prestige and status in the training class, the best of both worlds.
November brought squalls and sleet to Hogwarts. In this case, the Ravenclaws who need to go outdoors to take a lesson in the protection of magical animals love the hot fire and thick walls in the castle.
Although there is always draught in the castle in winter, it is better than keeping the cold wind outside.
And Professor Hagrid, who is in the class of protecting magical animals, is not thinking about these students. From time to time, he got up and offered Ms. Maxim’s horses their favorite pure malt whisky. The feed trough in the corner of the temporary stables floated over with the smell of wine, which made the little wizards feel dizzy.
Nevertheless, they still have to work hard to take care of the terrible snails. Now there are only ten fried snails left. Obviously, their desire to kill each other has not been completely eradicated.
Each of them is now nearly six feet long. Their thick gray protective layer, their wildly swinging powerful legs, their constantly exploding fire-breathing tails, and their spines and suction cups, all of these add up to make the snails the most that little wizards have ever seen. Something disgusting.
Hagrid came up with a more terrifying idea. He actually wanted to hibernate these deep-fried snails, which seemed more energetic.
The classmates looked listlessly at the big box Hagrid had brought out. The box was covered with pillows and fluffy blankets.
"We brought them in," Hagrid said, "then put the lid on and see what happens."
As a result, they found that the fried snails did not hibernate and did not like to be stuffed into a pillow-covered box and covered with a lid.
Soon, Hagrid yelled: "Don't be nervous, don't be nervous!"
This farce made Michael really speechless, especially when he saw that the non-camp class students did not dare to use the lethal curse to avoid hurting the snails, and wanted to tie them up. As a result, they were burned and burned. Scratched countless places.
Michael drew out his wand and subdued a snail that was rampaging in the pumpkin patch with a stun spell.
When the students in other training classes saw this, they also took action. Soon, the pumpkin field, which was covered with the smoky box fragments, quieted down.
Rita Skeeter was leaning against the fence of Hagrid's vegetable garden. She was wearing a thick magenta robe today with a purple collar with suede fur, and the crocodile leather handbag hung on her arm.
"Who are you?" Hagrid noticed her and walked over to ask.
"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 go to school anymore." Hagrid said with a slight frown.
Rita didn't seem to hear Hagrid at all.
"What are these fascinating animals?" she asked, smiling brighter on her face.
"Fried snails," Hagrid replied gruffly.
"Really?" Rita said, looking interested. "I've never heard of it before...Where did they get them?"
"Oh, with the permission of the Fantastic Beast Management and Control Department, I can buy and raise these little guys." Hagrid clearly understood what the other party wanted to suggest, and quickly took out a wrinkled piece from his moleskin coat The red stamp of the Ministry of Magic above was shining.
Rita held the certificate with two sturdy fingers, trying to identify the signature of the person who was flying and dancing on it: "Josephine Harris."
Her eyes narrowed, returning the proof to Hagrid, and her attitude became more kind.
"Sorry to interrupt, please say hello to Mr. Allen Harris." After that, she quickly turned and left the pumpkin field.
On the way away, she happened to ran into Harry who was looking for Hagrid. Her eyes lit up and said, "Hi, Harry."
Harry wandered around looking at Rita, who was wearing a magenta magic robe and holding a green shorthand pen in her hand. It was a smiling tiger.
"Harry, are you confident that you will defeat Alan Harris, who is currently the number one scoring player in the next game?" She looked at Harry with a smile on her face, "I heard that you and Ron Weasley had a fallout. Is this because Krum came to Hogwarts? Is it possible for you to reconcile?"
"I just want to say a word to you~EbookFREE.me~ Harry said angrily, "Goodbye. "
After speaking, he ran to Hagrid's cabin.
The curse ended on the second day, and Professor Flitwick informed the little wizards with excitement:
The Christmas Ball is coming soon-this is a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament, and it is also a way for us to interact with foreign guests. Great opportunity. That’s right. The prom is only open to students in the fourth grade and above—but if you want, you can invite a lower grade student—"
The audience was agitated for an instant, the dance party, who is not frivolous, the little wizards exchanged excited eyes with each other.
"Put on your gowns and gowns," Professor Flitwick said with a smile. "The ball will be held in the auditorium at 8 o'clock on Christmas evening and will end at midnight. There is also Alan Harris, as Hogwarts. For the best warriors and the first place in the last game, you need to dance the opening dance with your partner."
Allen smiled and nodded in the interesting eyes of the little wizards.
Not only the little wizards of Ravenclaw, but also the enthusiasm of the little wizards of Hogwarts, especially the girls.
The girls chuckled and whispered in the corridor, shrieked loudly whenever a boy walked by, exchanged opinions excitedly, talking about what clothes the saints would wear on Christmas night...
The six warriors at Hogwarts became the focus. Some people looked forward to becoming the warriors' dance partners, and more were curious about who the warriors would choose as their dance partners.
While eating lunch, Allen was stopped by Fleur who was waiting for him.
Furong and Allen left the castle with the excited and ambiguous eyes of the little wizards and walked around the lake.
"Ellen, you..." Furong stopped talking.