A Hogwarts dissertation guide

There was a sudden loud cheer in the foyer outside, and everyone turned around in their seats to see Angelina Johnson walking into the auditorium, grinning sheepishly.She is a tall dark-skinned girl who works as a Chaser on the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

Angelina walked over to the Gryffindor table, sat down and said, "Yeah, I did it. I put my name in."

"Are you kidding?!" said Ron, looking very surprised, because just a few minutes ago, they had watched Fred and George bounced out of the age limit set by Dumbledore.

"So are you over 17?" Harry asked curiously. He looked at Angelina's face carefully, as if he wanted to find something on it.

"Of course you didn't see a beard, did you?" said Ron.

"My birthday was last week," Angelina said cheerfully.

"I thought you were younger than Fred and George. They won't turn 17 in a few months." Ron said. He especially hoped that the Weasley family would have a warrior so that he could show off to others. Now - the Hogwarts Champion is his brother.

But this wish is obviously unrealistic.

Percy has also graduated this summer. He missed the Triwizard Tournament. No wonder he was so regretful when he sent Ron to the train station, saying that it would be great if he could study at Hogwarts for one more year. .

At this time, the oldest students of the Weasley family at Hogwarts were Fred and George, but they were obviously not old enough, and Ron seemed unable to boast.

"I'm so glad someone from Gryffindor is finally attending," said Hermione. "I really hope you can make it, Angelina."

"Thanks, Hermione." Angelina responded with a smile.

"Yeah, I'd rather it be you than that butter boy Diggory." Seamus said. His words caused many students at the two long tables next to him to glare at him angrily. They were Hufflepuff and Raven. Crow.

They obviously thought Cedric Diggory was a very suitable candidate.

And there's no need to get mixed up in the muddy waters of Slytherin and Gryffindor.

"So what are we doing today?" Ron asked Harry and Hermione as they had finished breakfast and were about to leave the Great Hall.

"We haven't visited Hagrid yet!" Harry said with a headache.

Hermione also rubbed her forehead, "Yeah, those damn blasters, God knows how much I want to hear them all kill each other, and no one survives."

"Even if Hagrid is sad, I think we can comfort him." Harry added, it was extremely rare that he and Hermione agreed on the same idea.

In fact, Ron thought so too, but he knew it was impossible.Even if he died, the snails couldn't die - they looked alive.

Maybe there will be a new group of visitors in the Forbidden Forest next year.

This is very possible. After all, the blast-tailed snails seem to be reproducing well. Hagrid takes good care of them. He has almost figured out what they like to eat. I believe they will be able to eat in a short time in the future. Grow to the right size and then start multiplying like crazy.

"Well," Ron said dryly, "I hope he won't let us donate a few fingers to the Blast-Ended Skrewts. I dare say Hagrid has definitely found another 'pet' who prefers his fingers."

Hermione had a sad look on her face. Because of her friendship with Hagrid, she had to waste as much time as she wanted on a Blast-Ended Skrewt that had absolutely no meaning in existence.

As they set off for Hagrid's cabin, they happened upon the Beauxbatons students entering the Great Hall from the foyer. They lined up one by one, crossed the age limit, and threw their parchments into the blue-white flames. , when each name was thrown into the flames, the flames quickly turned red, and sparks burst out.

The students who had thrown in their parchments earlier entered the auditorium first, but when they arrived in the foyer, there were only about three or five students left who had not yet had time to throw in their parchments.

"What do you think will happen to those who are not chosen?" Ron asked Hermione in a low voice when the silver-haired, inhumanly beautiful girl threw her parchment into the Goblet of Fire.

"They must stay here. After all, Professor Dumbledore said before that they will spend a year in the castle, and they can't go back in a carriage, right?" Hermione thought for a moment and hesitated. Said, "After all, their principal and warrior are still here."

"Okay, let's go quickly." Harry said. He quickened his pace, fearing that what happened to Professor Karkaroff yesterday would happen again. He tried hard to avoid Mrs. Maximo's sight so as not to be noticed by her.

They jumped down the steps in three steps at a time, but when they turned back and glanced at the back of the Veela-like girl for the last time, Ron almost fell into despair again.

When they walked into Hagrid's hut on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, the huge pink-blue carriage Beauxbatons rode in yesterday was parked two hundred yards away from the main entrance of Hagrid's hut. The huge Pegasus pulling the carriage was pulling the carriage. There is a temporary fenced paddock nearby for grazing.

They knocked on the door, and immediately the deep barking of Fang could be heard in the house.

"Finally here!" Hagrid opened the door and said, "I thought you little guys had forgotten where I live!"

"We're too busy, Hai-" Hermione was just halfway through her words when the rest of her words got stuck in her throat and she stopped completely, apparently speechless in surprise.

Hagrid was wearing an extremely luxurious dark green evening gown. The huge diamond brooch shining on his left chest seemed to remind him of its price all the time.His hair had been carefully taken care of by smooth hair spray, and it was now sitting docilely on his head.Most of this picture is obviously suitable for Hagrid, but it is... a little too formal.

"Hmm - Hagrid, what are your plans?" Hermione stared at Hagrid blankly for a long time, until Hagrid's big hand waved in front of her eyes several times.

"Oh, I plan to make a friend." Hagrid looked a little embarrassed, as if he didn't want to bring up the topic, "You are here to see the snails, right? They are growing very well in the pumpkin patch outside. Now Each one must be three feet long. There's just one problem, they're starting to kill each other."

"Oh, that's too bad, isn't it?" Ron said cheerfully, earning a confused look from Hagrid.

"Yes, but I have found a way," Hagrid forced a smile, "I separated them and put them in the box. There are only about twenty of them."

"Ah, that's a good thing," said Ron, hoping Hagrid didn't catch the irony in that statement.

In fact, Hagrid was adjusting his makeup in the mirror and didn't pay any attention to Ron's words.