Professor of Gemology at Hogwarts

Harry and Hermione helped Ron across the threshold and walked into the hut. There was a king-size bed in one corner and a fire crackling cheerfully in the other corner.They helped Ron sit on a chair and eagerly told Hagrid about Ron's slug-vomiting situation. Hagrid didn't seem too worried.

"Professor Morris, is there anything you can do to stop spitting out slugs?" Hermione asked worriedly.

"'Stop' can only cancel some low-level spells. This kind of troublesome offensive spell requires its counter-spell."

"When George and Fred...taught me..." Ron said, his face was pale and sweaty, and he spat out another slug, "didn't tell me..."

"Then we'll go back and ask him later!" Harry patted Ron on the back.

"It's better to spit it out than swallow it," Hagrid found a large copper basin and placed it in front of Ron. "Spit it all out, Ron."

"Take this, Weasley." Gray took out a small red and somewhat transparent round stone from his pocket, which glowed slightly red.

"Professor, what kind of stone is this?" Hermione looked curiously.

"It's Mecca Stone, a healing crystal. I always carry it in my pocket because it helps relieve stress and serves as a talisman."

Just as Ron was about to take a closer look at the stone, he leaned over the copper basin and spit out a few slugs.

"It also has another use. It can heal injuries and illnesses. I don't know if it's useful for vomiting slugs. It's pressed against his throat." Gray handed him the stone.

Ron stretched out his hand to take the stone, and the remaining slug mucus on his hand rubbed Gray's hand. He retracted his hand in embarrassment, but pulled a long length of silk, and finally he put the stone against his throat.

Gray silently took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands...

"I didn't expect a stone to have such an effect..." Hagrid looked at the stone at Ron's throat curiously.

"I feel a little hot..." Ron held the bright red Mecca stone in one hand and put it against his throat, speaking with some difficulty.

"Yes, Mecca Stone does produce heat, which proves its effectiveness, and it also has a calming effect."

"I think Neville needs one too, Professor!" Harry said hurriedly. "Neville has been very nervous recently. He always seems to be uneasy, and he doesn't know why!"

"Oh! Yes, this child is a bit timid. He is too nervous." Hagrid nodded, "I have seen him in the past two days, wandering around my cabin. He said he was just walking around casually. I think this The kid must prepare to go to the Forbidden Forest, otherwise why would he be so nervous and startled when I called him?"

"Going to the Forbidden Forest? Why did Longbottom go to the Forbidden Forest?" Gray was confused.

"I think he is simply too nervous, Professor." Hermione said. "He may have been spotted by you in the first class and mistakenly thought that you didn't like him, so he wanted to find some rocks near the Forbidden Forest to use as Gift."

"...Really?" Gray laughed a few times. He only asked Neville a few questions in the first class, but he frightened him.

"That's really difficult for him. I know, and I will make it clear to him."

"I see that he is always nervous, and it has nothing to do with class. He also likes to cry..." Ron pressed his hand against the Mecca stone and said breathlessly, "Like the Malfoy family, they always feel that they are superior to others. Because they are so-called pure-bloods. But look at Neville, he is nervous every day - he is a pure-blood, but he can't even put the cauldron correctly, and he is frightened all day long, and he likes to forget things."

"Why did you mention pure blood?" Hagrid turned his head.

"Malfoy scolded Hermione, which must have been very vicious, because everyone was so angry." Harry said hurriedly, "That's why Ron cast the curse on him, but he didn't expect him to get angry back!"

"That was a very vicious remark," said Ron hoarsely. "Malfoy called her a 'Mudblood', and Hagrid—"

"Is it true?" he growled, looking at Hermione.

"Yes," she said, "but I don't know what it means. Of course, I can tell it's very rude..."

"It's a very bad name, Miss Granger." Gray explained. "It's a scornful name used by extreme pure-blood people for Muggle-born wizards. It's very indecent and disrespectful."

Ron still struggled to speak against the stone. After seeing Gray help explain, Ron nodded gratefully.

"Well, yes, Professor Gray is right, it's a bad name. I don't blame you for wanting to hex him, Ron," said Hagrid, "but it might be a good thing that your wand is malfunctioning. If If you had really hexed that kid, Lucius Malfoy would have come to school in a rage. At least you didn't get into trouble."

"Harry," Hagrid said as if something suddenly occurred to him, "I heard that you sent out signed photos. Ginny also occasionally comes to hang out near my cabin these days. I guess she is waiting for someone, such as waiting to get... A signature of yours or something?”

Ginny hanging around Hagrid's cabin?Gray heard something interesting. So quickly, she was now controlled by the diary.

Manipulated by Tom Riddle, she attempted to kill all of Hagrid's roosters, as rooster crows were fatal to the basilisk.

"I didn't send signed photos," Harry protested vehemently. "If Lockhart is still spreading this rumor—"

Hagrid laughed, and Gray knew he was obviously joking.

"I was joking," he patted Harry's back affectionately, causing his face to hit the table. "I know you didn't. I told Lockhart you didn't have to do that. You don't have to bother. It’s already more famous than him.”

"I bet he wasn't too happy to hear that." Harry sat up straighter.

"Not very happy, I suppose," Hagrid said with a twinkle in his eye, "and then I told him I'd never read his books, and he decided to go away."

"By the way, why is Lockhart here with you, Hagrid?" Harry asked.

"Teach me how to prevent water monsters from getting into wells," Hagrid said angrily, "as if I didn't know. And he also boasted about how he could get rid of female ghosts. If one of them is true, I will eat the teapot! "

Hermione said in a slightly higher tone than usual: "I think you are being a little unfair. Professor Dumbledore obviously thinks he is the most suitable candidate -"

"I think no one is going." Gray smiled, "He should be the only candidate."

Hagrid nodded. He knew that Gray had the same feeling as him: "That's right. It's very difficult to find a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher now. People don't want to do it. They think this job is unlucky. No one can do it for a long time. ."

"No wonder he can't do anything!" Harry said loudly, "He released the elf last time, but the three of us solved it!"

"He just wanted to give us some opportunities to practice." Hermione was a little unhappy after hearing Harry's words.

"Come on, Professor Lockhart is far worse than Professor Morris." Ron frowned. Due to the effect of the Red Magnum Stone, he spoke more fluently than before. "I feel much better. At least the slugs are not as bad as before." So often...and Professor Morris can manipulate light, what can he do?"

"Ah, yes, I heard, Gray, you sucked away the light and blew up a big hole in the classroom!" Hagrid said enthusiastically, "How did you do that?"

"Big pit? This is a bit exaggerated. In fact, using milky quartz is the magic power of crystal." Gray was a little embarrassed.

"Spar...oh, crystal." Hagrid thought for a moment, "I seemed to have heard of this thing when I was in school. It seems that no one has taught classes for a long time, right? Using stones to control light is really unexpected...I didn't expect you. He can also study hedrons, but he is usually so low-key that I didn't even notice. If Lockhart was half as humble as you, he wouldn't be so offensive. Now I have some sympathy for you, Gray, after all, every time you and I are in the teacher's chair, We sit next to him and listen to his endless bragging."

"Fortunately, it's only one year." Gray smiled.

Yes, luckily it was only for a year. It would be such a torture to listen to Lockhart speak every day!

"Professor Morris, how can you be so sure that it is one year?" Hermione was a little confused.

"Ah...because the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor changes every year!"

"Change every year?" All three of them became curious.

Hagrid picked up a rag and casually wiped the water stains on the table caused by pouring tea just now.

"Let's take a look at what I grew. I planted a lot of pumpkins for the Halloween party - they will be big enough by then." Hagrid blinked, "There are also a few new chickens in the chicken coop. Baby Norbert (Hagrid's dragon) ate all my chickens last year."

"Uh... Hagrid, I suggest you keep an eye on those chickens these days. If something unexpected happens, you will have to add a few new ones next year."

"Don't worry, they are living well in my chicken coop!"

"Hagrid, I have some things to do and I have to go back first."

Gray sat with Hagrid for a while. Since he had avoided Lockhart, he would not stay here for too long. He currently wanted to go back and study the piece of petrified wood in his pocket.