Hogwarts Scholar System

"They can't do this!" George Weasley did not follow the crowd to the door, but stood there and glared at Dumbledore angrily, and said, "We will be 17 years old next April, why not let us Give it a try?”

"They can't stop me from participating," Fred said stubbornly, glaring angrily at the guest of honor, "Being a warrior, you can do many things that you are not allowed to do normally, and you also have a thousand plus Where’s Long’s bonus…”

"Yes," Ron said, with a dazed look on his face, "Yes, a thousand Galleons..."

"Let's go," Hermione said. "If you don't go, we'll be the only ones left here."

Maple, Hermione, Harry, Ron, Fred and George began to walk towards the hall. Along the way, Fred and George kept arguing about what Dumbledore would do to stop those under the age of 17. Students participate in competitions.

"Who will be the impartial judge of who is a warrior?" Harry asked.

"I don't know," said Fred, "but he's the one we're trying to fool. I think a drop or two of age-enhancing drugs will do the trick, George..."

"But Dumbledore knows you are not old enough," said Ron.

"Yeah, but it's not up to him to decide who becomes the Warriors, right?" Fred said smartly. "It sounds to me like the referee just needs to know who wants to participate and pick the best one from each school. Excellent ones, he doesn't care how old they are. Dumbledore is trying to stop us from signing up."

"But so many people died!" Hermione said in a worried tone.At this time, they passed through a door hidden behind the tapestry and walked up a narrower staircase.

"Yeah," said Fred nonchalantly, "but that was years ago, right? And what's the fun without a little adventure? Hey, Maple, what if we could somehow cheat Dumbledore, do you want to participate?"

"Are you sure you want me to participate?" Maple asked.

"Well, you'd better not participate." Fred said.

"Yes, you are going to participate, what else do you have to do with us?" George also nodded repeatedly.

"Yeah, if Maple participates, it would be too unfair to other schools, because they will definitely lose. Maple now has stronger magic than many graduates." Harry also agreed.

As they talked, they unknowingly arrived at the entrance to Gryffindor Tower, which was hidden behind a huge portrait of a fat lady in a pink silk dress.

"Password?" asked the Fat Lady as they approached.

"Nonsense," said George. "That's what a prefect downstairs told me."

The portrait sprang forward, revealing a large hole in the wall through which they all crawled.The circular common room was filled with tables and floppy armchairs, and a fire crackled brightly.Hermione boldly kissed Maple as a reward for his repeated care today, then said goodbye to the two big light bulbs and went back to the girls' dormitory.

Maple and the others quickly returned to their dormitory and went to bed to rest.

"You know, I might be in," said Ron drowsily in the darkness, "if Fred and George figure out a way - to join the tournament - who knows, right? "

"I can't tell." Harry turned over on the bed. Many brilliant images appeared in his mind, all of which had never appeared before - he deceived the fair referee into believing that he was 17 years old. ——He became the warrior of Hogwarts—— He stood on the field and raised his hands in joy, facing the teachers and students of the school, who were all cheering and screaming.He had just won the Triwizard Tournament - Qiu Zhang's face was particularly clear in the blurred crowd, her face was flushed, full of admiration and appreciation. . .

Harry buried his face in the pillow and smiled stupidly. It seemed that his spring had arrived.

The next morning the storm subsided, but the ceiling of the auditorium was still gloomy.When Maple and the four of them were eating breakfast and studying their class schedule for this semester, large groups of thick blue-gray clouds were rolling above their heads.At the same table, a few seats away from them, Fred, George and Lee Jordan were discussing what magical spells they could use to make themselves older, and then get away with it and participate in the Triwizard Tournament.

"It's not a bad day today, we were outdoors all morning," Ron said, sliding his finger over Monday's column on the course schedule. "Herbology class, with the Hufflepuff students, Care of Magical Creatures class. Unlucky. , with Slytherin again."

"There are two Divination classes this afternoon." Harry lowered his head and sighed.Divination was his least favorite subject after Potions.Professor Trelawney always predicted that Harry was going to die, which particularly bothered him.

Maple didn't care. He had already started studying the courses he had studied in seventh grade on his own, and classes were now dispensable to him.

During the herbal medicine class, Professor Sprout introduced them to a new plant, but some of the things taught in this class were off-putting to them.

The plant looks like a big, black, slimy slug that rises straight out of the soil.And all of them were squirming slightly, and there were many big shiny bulges on their bodies, which seemed to be filled with liquid.If Professor Sprout hadn't said it, they would never have realized it was a plant.

"Babo tuber," Professor Sprout told everyone cheerfully, "you need to squeeze it with your hands, and you have to collect its pus-"

"What?" Seamus Finnigan asked in a disgusted tone.

"Ich, Finnigan, ichor," said Professor Sprout. "It's of great value. Don't waste it. Listen, you're going to collect the ichor in these bottles. Put on your Dragonskin Gloves, undiluted with pus from the tuber of Babo, can cause unusual damage to the skin."

The process of squeezing the tuber is disgusting, but a blessing for people with OCD.Whenever a bulge is squeezed, a large stream of viscous, yellowish-green liquid spurts out, which gives them a strange sense of satisfaction.

The thick water of Babo tubers has a pungent smell of gasoline. They collected several bottles of this pungent liquid in one class, and their noses have protested against their hands more than once.

"Now Madam Pomfrey should be happy." Professor Sprout blocked the last bottle and said, "The pus from the tuber of Barbo is the best medicine for treating stubborn acne. This will prevent students from Use drastic measures to remove their pimples."

"Like poor Eloise Midgan," Hufflepuff student Hannah Abbott said in a low voice, "she wanted to spell away her pimples."

"Silly girl," Professor Sprout shook his head and said, "But Madam Pomfrey finally put her nose back on."

The protest of the nose stopped, and they began to urge their legs to rush to Madam Pomfrey's school hospital after class. They were late and wondered if there was any left.

Fortunately, their rationality suppressed their restless noses. They had another class in the morning, and they would not have time to go to the campus hospital until after this class.

But they don't have to worry, they will definitely be able to take advantage of it if they are foresighted.

After class, Hufflepuff students were going to Transfiguration, while Gryffindor's next class was Care of Magical Creatures.

They walked along the gently sloped lawn towards Hagrid's cabin on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Hagrid stood outside the cabin door, one hand holding the collar of his huge hunting dog, Fang.There were several open wooden boxes on the ground at his feet. Yaya whined and struggled with his collar, apparently wanting to carefully investigate the contents of the boxes.As they approached, a strange clicking sound reached their ears, and occasionally there were faint explosions.

"Good morning!" Hagrid said, smiling at Maple, Harry, Ron and Hermione. "It's best to wait for the Slytherin classmates. They definitely don't want to miss this - the Blast-Ended Skrewt!"

"Say it again?" said Ron.

Hagrid pointed to the box at his feet.

"Disgusting!" Lavender Brown screamed and jumped back a few steps.

When Maple took a look, these snails looked really disgusting.They looked like large lobsters that had been deformed and had their shells removed. They were white, gray, and slimy, and looked very scary. Many of their legs were sticking out in a haphazard manner, and their heads were nowhere to be seen.There were about a hundred of them in each box, each about six inches long, crawling on top of each other and banging against the walls of the box in a daze.

Every now and then, a few sparks would shoot out from the tail of a squid, and with a soft pop, the snail would advance a few inches.

They also emitted a very strong smell of rotten fish and shrimp. This smell made Maple frown. Does this smell affect its taste?Can you still eat it?

"Just hatched," Hagrid said proudly, "You can raise them yourself! We can start a big project!"

"Why should we raise them?" said a cold voice.

The Slytherin students are here, and the person who just spoke was Draco Malfoy.Crabbe and Goyle chuckled, appreciating his words.

Hagrid seemed stumped by the question.

"I mean, what can they do?" Malfoy asked. "What are they used for?"

Hagrid opened his mouth and seemed to be thinking hard.After a few seconds' pause, he said gruffly: "That's for the next lesson, Malfoy. You just feed them today. Now, you're going to try feeding them a few different things. I have never raised them before, and I am not sure what they like to eat. I prepared ant eggs, frog livers and green snakes, and tried a little of each to see if they would eat it."

"First the tuber pus, and now this," Seamus muttered.

In this class, only Maple was passionate.Even Hermione, Harry and Ron, out of their deep affection for Hagrid, grabbed handfuls of greasy frog livers and put them in the box to lure the blast-ended skrewts.

"Ouch!" About 10 minutes later, Dean Thomas screamed, "It hurts me!"

Hagrid quickly walked over to him, looking a little panicked.

"His tail exploded!" Dean said angrily, showing Hagrid a burnt patch on his hand.

"Ah, yes, that's what might happen when they explode," Hagrid said, nodding.

"Disgusting!" Lavender Brown complained again, "That's disgusting, Hagrid, what are those sharp things on it?"

"Ah, some of them have thorns on their bodies," Hagrid said excitedly. "I guess the ones with thorns are males, and the females have sucker-like things on their bellies. I think they probably suck blood."

"Oh, of course I understand why we have to find a way to keep them alive," Malfoy said sarcastically. "Who wouldn't want a pet that can burn, sting, and bite people?"

"Just because they don't look good doesn't mean they are useless." Hermione retorted, "Dragon blood has magical effects, but are you willing to keep a dragon as a pet? Ah!"

"Hermione, be careful, confine it quickly!" The tail of the snail that Hermione fed suddenly exploded. Maple immediately used confinement magic to control the snail, leaving Hermione with only minor injuries. .

"Be honest!" Maple said and cast the petrification spell on the snail that injured Hermione, then picked up the petrified snail and used it as a stone to move around on the ground.

"Maple, let it go, you will kill it." Hagrid immediately shouted to stop Maple.

"Stop the curse!" Maple threw the snail into the box, lifted the petrification spell, and then the box became completely lively.

Blast-tailed snails were created by Hagrid by crossing a manticore with a fire crab.Their tails explode from time to time, probably because they cannot control the fire magic in their bodies well.

The Blast-Ended Skrewt has a very irritable character. Maple taught the Blast-Ended Skrewt a lesson. Not only did it not make the Blast-Ended Skrewt be more honest, on the contrary, it immediately became more violent after Maple lifted the petrification spell, frequently exploding in the box. own tail.

Then there was the tendency of cannibalism among the snails. The frequent tail blows of that snail immediately annoyed the other snails.Then, like firecrackers with fuses lit, there were explosions one after another in the box.

The temper of the snails is so unreasonable. The more painful they are, the more powerful they will explode their tails, and then continue to trigger the violent temper of the surrounding snails.The tit-for-tat confrontation between the surrounding snails will cause the snails in the middle to continue to explode. In a vicious circle, if there is no human intervention to force them apart, their internal fighting will not stop and will continue.

When the firecrackers first exploded, many students who were feeding them were startled. They stood up and backed away, keeping their distance from the boxes.

When they stood in a safe area and watched the endless internal fighting of the Blast-Ended Skrewts, they were as excited as if they were watching a wonderful show.

Hagrid was a little flustered and at a loss, but none of the students were willing to help.

"Collapse!" In the end, Maple and Hermione took action, knocking out all the snails and putting them into different boxes one by one.

At this time, most of the blow-tailed snails had minor or serious injuries, and a few serious ones were dead.

Finally, after Harry and Ron joined in, they separated all the blast-ended skrewts. After this work was completed, it was almost time for get out of class to end.

After class, Maple took away the dead Blast-Ended Skrewts in the name of collecting their bodies. Hagrid was only thinking about how to heal the wounds of the remaining Blast-Ended Skrewts, so he didn't care.

"Maple, aren't you going to bury them? Why haven't you thrown them away yet? Do you plan to take them to the castle?" Ron said with a hint of disgust on his face.

"You'll know soon." After Maple returned to the castle, she brought the ingredients to the kitchen and asked the house elf to help with them.

The house elves quickly processed the meat of the snails and made several dishes. However, due to the unpleasant smell of the snails, the dishes made from the meat were not delicious no matter how they were cooked.

But Maple still sincerely thanked the elves and took all the food away.

In order not to waste it, Maple went to the Forbidden Forest to attract thestrals with bloody meat, and then fed the meat of these fried-tailed snails to them.

"What, you actually want to eat their meat?" Ron exclaimed, and immediately stood up and stayed away from Maple. He looked as if he was afraid that Maple would pass on his perverted attributes to him.

Not only Ron, who reacted fiercely, but also Harry and Hermione immediately distanced themselves from him.

Later, Maple caught several live blow-tailed snails from Hagrid from time to time, and then experimented many times with just water, vinegar, freezing, and magic potions. Finally, he found that putting the blow-ended snails in the fire Can eliminate the unpleasant smell on it.

Put the snail into the flames, and its tail will snap and snap and sparks will keep coming out. Then every time the tail snaps, the flames will spray out of the body with some impurities in the body. .

After the waste gases from the body of the snail are drained, the meat is really delicious, and the meat of the snail can also increase the wizard's mastery and strength of fire magic.

The food that Hermione and the three of them ate at that time was really delicious, and they didn't mention a word about their original accusations against Maple.

After lunch, Hermione and Maple separated. Maple and the others were going to take a divination class, but Hermione had given up on this course, which was completely illogical to her.

As they reached the top of the stepladder, the familiar sweet aroma from the fire hit their nostrils.Everything here is the same as before, the curtains are tightly drawn, and there are many lamps lit in the round room. The lamps are covered with scarves and shawls, making the whole room shrouded in a hazy red light. .

"Hello!" Professor Trelawney's voice was still so ethereal, a bit ethereal.

Professor Trelawney was a very thin woman, wearing a pair of huge glasses that made her eyes look horribly large on her thin face.

Except for Professor Trelawney giving Maple a somewhat dangerous prophecy in the first lesson, she spent most of the time following Harry.

She was staring down at Harry with a tragic expression on her face - the same expression she had every time she saw Harry.

Predicting a student's tragedy has become a hobby of Professor Trelawney. Harry is the one who has seen the most tragic omens since she started teaching. This is like a drowning person seeing a luxurious person. Like a yacht.

As Professor Trelawney later concluded, 'You were never a good prophet, but you were a good prophecy.'

Perhaps just like the students at Hogwarts eagerly looking forward to their favorite Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Professor Trelawney also looked forward to Harry's class every day.

She never considered how much her behavior was causing Harry trouble.