Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

Hermione accepted Aiwen's suggestion and planned to make reversing the change of house-elves' concept as the next step.

Amidst the busyness, time passed quickly, and December entered in a blink of an eye.

December brings high winds, rain and snow to Hogwarts, and although there are always drafts in the castle in winter, everyone is excited about the castle every time they pass Durmstrang's big ship parked on the lake. Be thankful for the roaring fire and the thick walls.

The great ship pitched and tossed in the gale, its black sails billowing and dancing in the dark night sky.

Many thought it must have been terribly cold in Durmstrang's trailer too.

No wonder Krum ran to the school library when he had nothing to do, while other Durmstrang students were used to spending time in the Slytherin common room, and they got along pretty well.

Beauxbatons' pupils were more accustomed to staying in their carriages than Durmstrang's pupils.

The only exception is Gabriel, who is second only to Fred and George in the Gryffindor common room.

Furong had never been here before, and she seemed very relieved to hand over her sister to Aiwen's care.

The school was peaceful, and everyone seemed to have recovered from the shock brought by the fire dragon, and began to look forward to the next project.

Ivan noticed that Hagrid kept providing Mrs. Maxim's steeds with their favorite single malt whiskey.

The smell of alcohol wafted from the feeding trough in the corner of the temporary stable, making the students in the Protection of Magical Creatures class feel a little dizzy.

It doesn't do any good, as they're still tending to the dreaded snails, and some wits are needed.

"I'm not sure if they're hibernating!" Hagrid told the shivering students in the pumpkin patch the next class. "We might as well try and see if they want to sleep. In the box..."

Now there were only ten snails left, and apparently their desire to kill each other hadn't been completely eradicated.

Chapter 609 Rattle Wolf

Today, each snail is nearly six feet long and has a thick gray protective coating.

They flail their powerful legs, exploding fire-breathing tails, and their spines and suckers.

All of this combined makes the snail the most disgusting thing Ivan has ever seen.

The classmates looked listlessly at the large box that Hagrid had brought out, which was covered with pillows and fluffy blankets.

"Let's lead 'em in!" said Hagrid, "and close the lid and see what happens."

As it turned out, they found that the fried-tail snails didn't hibernate and didn't like being stuffed into a pillow-topped box with a lid on.

They probably thought it would be boring, and as soon as the lid was closed, the snails suddenly became irritable.

After a few bangs and screams, Hagrid yelled, "Take it easy, take it easy!"

As the snails rampage through the pumpkin patch, the field is already strewn with smoldering crate fragments.

Many people had already fled into Hagrid's hut through the back door. Ivan took Colin, Ginny, Gabriel and some other students to stay outside to help Hagrid.

Together they managed to subdue ten snails and tie them up.

But everyone also paid a heavy price, with countless burns and scratches on their bodies.

From Ivan's point of view, Hagrid is going further and further down the road of courting death.

The snails were slowly slipping out of his control, becoming as dangerous a creature as the manticore.

The smart thing to do with these snails is to kill them before they kill anyone.

But Aiwen can be sure that Hagrid will never do this.

In fact, he didn't criticize Hagrid's position, and he devoted more and more energy to many dangerous magic researches.

Think about it, after deciphering the ancient magic text brought back, Aiwen is going to summon a demon...

The event itself is horrific, sinister, and uncanny, albeit for good reason.

If someone said these things to Ivan in the first grade, he would definitely think that person was crazy!

At that time, his understanding of black magic was still at the level of waving a magic spell and reciting a few spells.

The Avada Kedavra is indeed powerful and very effective, but it is not as evil as imagined.

I thought black magic was nothing more than that, but with a deeper understanding of magic, Ivan realized that he was wrong.

In order to become stronger, what Voldemort did to himself was definitely more cruel than most wizards imagined.

Aiwen can be sure that Voldemort also summoned demons, but what he did with demons definitely exceeded everyone's expectations...

Let's get back to Hagrid, who could be killed by the increasingly violent snails at any time now.

Or worse, these things were reported by Rita Skeeter.

After the first game, the woman did not leave school to return to London.

She drilled around in Hogwarts, looking for all possible opportunities, hoping to get more exciting news.

Alvin knew she was an illegal Animagus and wanted to catch her when she turned into a bug.

Or to be more direct, beat her hard and tell her not to talk nonsense.

But Aiwen couldn't do this, and he doubted whether it would be effective.

Even in the face of the Ministry of Magic, Fudge and Dumbledore, Rita Skeeter would spread rumors unceremoniously.

Probably only a dark wizard like Voldemort who kills at every turn can scare her.

Ivan originally planned to bring out the fact that Rita Skeeter is an illegal Animagus, but the woman is careful to never transform when there are people around, and never get close to a stronger one in a transformed state the wizard.

Obviously, Ai Wen is one of the people she will never get close to.

Aiwen couldn't follow her around the school, waiting for her to transform, he didn't have that time.

Watching Rita Skeeter coming from the edge of the Forbidden Forest, he decided it was time for Dobby to move, move!

"Yeah, ok, ok, it sure looks like fun."

Rita Skeeter came over and leaned against the fence in Hagrid's vegetable garden, watching everyone work together to trap the snails and put them in the box.

She was wearing a thick magenta gown with a purple suede collar and an alligator handbag dangling from her arm.

"Who are you?" Hagrid asked Rita Skeeter, slipping a noose over the snail's spine and fastening it.

"My name is Rita Skeeter, a reporter for the Daily Prophet," Rita replied.

She was looking at Hagrid with a wide smile, her gold teeth gleaming.

"I remember you, Dumbledore said, you are not allowed to enter the school again." Hagrid said with a slight frown, turning over to get off the slightly deformed snail, and dragging it towards its companion let's go.

Rita didn't seem to hear Hagrid's words at all, and the smile on her face became even brighter, "What are the names of these charming animals?"

"Skreck," Hagrid replied gruffly.

"Really?!" Rita said, interested. "I've never heard of them before. Where did you get them?"

If possible, Ivan really hoped that Hagrid would stop talking.

He walked over and stepped on Hagrid lightly, he stopped and looked at Ivan suspiciously.

"You're here too, Ivan!" Rita Skeeter's eyes lit up, "So, you like the protection of magical creatures class, don't you?"

Ivan didn't plan to talk to her, he was going to drag Hagrid back.

But looking up and seeing Haier looking at him expectantly with a smile on his face, he had no choice but to nod.

"Yes, many of us like this class, Hagrid's teaching is great!" Ivan said.

"That would be great!" Rita said. "Really, how long are the teaching hours?"

"Just in our second year," said Hagrid, flushing behind his shaggy black beard with excitement.

"Great, I wonder if you would like to do an interview and share your experience in protecting magical creatures with readers. The Daily Prophet has a zoology column every Wednesday. I think you must know. We can introduce These...well, rattlewolves."

"It's a snail!" Hagrid said cordially and eagerly. "I would like to be interviewed and share my experience of taking care of these cute little guys. Ivan's newspaper has done many issues, but I think the Daily Prophet Could be better!"

"That's good, let's meet at the Three Broomsticks on Friday, and have a long talk!" Rita said with satisfaction, turning her head to look at Ivan, "I have already written about the first game and your defeat of the fire dragon. It's almost there, you will like my evaluation of you, Aiwen, but we still lack..."

Chapter 610 Christmas Ball

Ivan pulled Hagrid and turned away, regardless of what the other party lacked.

He was sure that no matter what Rita Skeeter said, he would not like it.

This woman will spread rumors, whether it is promoting good or bad, it is not what Ivan wants to see.

He needed to keep a low profile now, and he didn't want to attract the attention of Voldemort and the Death Eaters when he was about to return.

Come to think of it, it's been so long since the first match that the Hogwarts Gazette's news story about the match has long since been published, but neither Rita Skeeter nor the Daily Prophet have any in a hurry.

Obviously, their focus is not on the game at all.

Ivan is not going to give Rita Skeeter a chance to spread rumors, and having a long talk with her like Hagrid is simply killing himself.

When Ivan told Harry, Ron, and Hermione about this, the three of them also very much agreed with Ivan's point of view.

"You're right, Ivan, she will distort every word Hagrid says." Harry said worriedly.

"Hope Hagrid hasn't illegally imported those snails and stuff," Hermione added.

They looked at each other, which was exactly what Hagrid might have done.

It is impossible for him to get those fire crabs from official channels, which are magical species protected by the Ministry of Magic of Fiji.

"Don't worry, Hagrid got into a lot of trouble before, and Dumbledore never fired him," Ron comforted. "I think the worst possibility is that Hagrid has to get rid of the snails. I'm sorry, I said the worst." Bad? I mean best."

Everyone laughed and felt much happier.

Next, Ivan began to lower his head to study the ancient rune, and Hermione also took out a lot of parchment to write and draw.

After Harry and Ron finished their homework, they picked up two fake wands invented by Fred and George, and began to fight swordsmanship with each other.

They fought fiercely, and a bunch of people gathered around laughing and watching.

Professor McGonagall informed everyone that they must gather in the common room at eight o'clock tonight, so everyone did not run around.

"Potter! Weasley!" said Professor McGonagall angrily, walking into the common room, "what are you doing?!"

They both looked up in surprise, Ron holding a tin parrot in his hand, Harry holding a rubber haddock.

"Can't you act age-appropriately?" Professor McGonagall gave them both an angry look.

Just then, the head of Harry's haddock fell soundlessly to the floor, where Ron's parrot's sharp beak had severed it.

The two of them looked up and looked at Professor McGonagall in fear.

"Sit over there, I have a few words to say to everyone." Professor McGonagall glared at the two of them again, and turned to other people in the common room, "Maybe you all know that the Christmas ball is coming soon !This is a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament and a great opportunity for us to mingle with foreign guests. Yes, the dance is only open to students above the fourth grade, but you can invite a junior student if you want..."

Ivan blinked, and subconsciously turned his head to look at Hermione, but Hermione didn't look at him...

She stared blankly at Professor McGonagall, not even noticing that the parchment in hand fell to the ground.

Aiwen also put down the parchment full of ancient runes, looked at Hermione for a while, and suddenly became a little nervous.

After entering December, the Christmas ball has been put on the agenda.

Everyone needs to find their own dance partner. Normally, a boy invites a woman, but Ai Wen doesn't seem to have the qualifications.

He is only in the third grade now, and he belongs to the lower grades. If no one invites him, he can't go to the dance at all.

So Hermione would invite him...

After hearing Professor McGonagall's words, the common room suddenly became excited.

Everyone was muttering, especially the girls, and many of them let out a piercing smirk.

"Put on your dress robes." Professor McGonagall was a little dissatisfied with everyone's reaction, but he did not stop them, but continued, "The dance will be held in the auditorium at eight o'clock in the evening on Christmas and will end at twelve midnight. Listen ..."

She paused and looked at everyone calmly.

"The Yule Ball certainly gave us a chance to let our hair down and relax," she said in a tone of disapproval.

The girls laughed harder, especially Lavender Brown, who put her hand over her mouth so hard that no sound could come out.

Professor McGonagall's hair was always pulled into a tight bun, and she never seemed to let it loose.

Everyone is imagining how she would let her hair down!

"Hmph, but that doesn't mean!" continued Professor McGonagall, "we're going to relax our behavior requirements for Hogwarts students, and I'd feel bad if a Gryffindor student embarrassed the school in any way." Very sad."

Then she ignored the already messy common room and waved to Ron.

"Weasley, come here, I have something to tell you."