Vol 2 Chapter 574: Time

In fact, the mobilization work that Hermione originally wanted to carry out naturally fell through because Shining did not stop crying.
Hermione didn't stop Shining until she left.
No matter what Hermione asks, Shining's answer will always be only one voice.
Sobbing.
It seems that this is not the first time Shining has done this, and the strangeness in his eyes can't be covered up.
Yes, Shining is very sad because of Barty Crouch.
This intensified Hermione's dissatisfaction with Barty Crouch.
There was no other way. Hermione always had a wounded expression on her face because she went to the kitchen on her happy days.
At the beginning of December, early winter brought wind and fog to Hogwarts. The castle is always pleasant in winter.
Maybe it is because of magic. In short, everyone likes Hogwarts in winter very much.
Every time Harry passed by Durmstrang’s boat on the lake, they felt very comfortable seeing the boat bumping up and down in the sea breeze and its black sails bulging into the sky.
Maybe Boothbarton’s house should be cold too. Harry noticed that Hagrid was feeding Mrs. Maxim’s horse fat because of their favorite single malt whiskey.
The smell from the trough in the corner of the stable is enough to dizzy the entire class of people in the magical animal protection class.
This is certainly not good, because the terrible snails they take care of need their wisdom to fight against.
"I don't know if they hibernate." Hagrid was teaching the students the next lesson in the windy pumpkin field. Rita Skeeter leaned against the fence in Hagrid's garden, observing the chaos.
Today, she is wearing a thicker fuchsia coat with a woolen collar and a purple crocodile leather handbag on her shoulders.
When the snails forced Harry and Ron to nowhere, Hagrid jumped on top of the snails and overwhelmed it. At this time, bursts of flames sprayed out from its mouth, scorching the nearby pumpkin seedling .
"Who are you?" Hagrid asked.
"I'm Rita Skeeter, a reporter for the Daily Prophet." Rita replied, looking at him with a smile, her golden teeth shining with golden light.
"Dumbledore said you were fired, didn't you?" Hagrid said, frowning, and dragged the subdued snail to his companion.
Rita seemed to have not heard Hagrid speak.
"What are these strange monsters called?" she asked, smiling brighter.
"Fried snails with glowing tails." Hagrid murmured.
"Really?" Rita asked, obviously really interested. "I've never heard of such things...Where did they come from?"
Harry noticed the blushes under Hagrid's sideburns at this time, and his heart sank. How did Hagrid get these snails?
Hermione seemed to be thinking about this question all the time. At this moment, she immediately replied, "They are funny, aren't they? Harry, don't you think?"
"What? Oh, yes, it's... oops... funny." Harry cried because she stepped on his foot.
"Ah, you are here, Harry!" Rita Skeeter said, looking around for a while, "So, you like the course of the protection of magical animals? One of your favorite courses?"
"Yes." Harry said firmly.
Hagrid looked at him and smiled. Just like a child of more than two hundred catties...
"Well, it's interesting," Rita said. "Really interesting. I have been teaching for a long time?" She added to Hagrid.
Harry noticed that her eyes scanned everyone, Dean (a heavy knife mark on one face), Lavender (the robe was severely scorched), Finnigan (there was nursing His scalded finger), and then swept to the window of the hut, where many students were standing with their noses close to the glass windows, trying to see the Black Lake more clearly.
"This is my second year here." Hagrid said.
"Well, interesting... I think you don’t like being interviewed? But can you share with us your experience in contact with magical animals? I think you know it, everybody in the Daily Prophet We open an animal column on Wednesdays, let’s report this group of, uh- snails with rustling tails."
"It's a fried snail with a glowing tail," Hagrid corrected eagerly. "Uh-right?"
Harry felt very uncomfortable with this, but Rita Skeeter was there and he couldn't express it to Hagrid.
So when Hagrid and Rita were discussing which week to find a time to meet with the three broomsticks for an interview, they could only stand silently and endure them.
After a while, the castle bell rang, indicating the end of another class.
"Okay, goodbye, Harry!" Rita Skeeter happily said goodbye to Ron and Hermione when he saw him and Ron and Hermione getting up to leave.
"Goodbye Friday night, Hagrid!"
"She would distort everything he said," Harry whispered.
"As long as he doesn't import those snails or other illegally." Hermione said desperately, and they wanted to help Hagrid—he would do the same if he changed to Hagrid.
"Hagrid used to get into trouble, but Dumbledore never fired her," Ron said comfortingly. "The worst thing is that Hagrid has to get rid of the snails. I'm sorry,...I mean it is serious. Yes, my intention was good."
"This is a good thing." The surrounding air suddenly made a sound.
"Fanlin? What are you doing? I thought you didn't come..."
"In fact, ~EbookFREE.me~ I used the phantom spell. When Rita arrived, it was too much trouble negotiating with her. She had contacted me many times and it was hard to imagine how she would polish me. "Fan Lin said helplessly.
"But it's a good idea to get rid of those fried snails. The ghost knows where Hagrid got these strange things."
Harry, Ron, and Hermione all laughed and felt happier because of it. Of course, no one would stop Hagrid. They got up and went to lunch. This is more important than these snails. many. .
Now Harry and Ron are back together. Things become fun again.
They had a great time playing double-sided prediction that day, and they also drew star maps and made predictions together. Professor Trauni, originally she was very happy watching the two of them predicting their own death there, but when she explained the different ways Plato disrupted daily life, Harry and Ron snickered, and she was immediately irritated.
This can be regarded as a daily activity. The two of them will always provoke Professor Trauni. Fortunately, Professor Trauni is not Snape. This is the only thing to be thankful for.