Hogwarts, where the stars shine

On Saturday morning, Mesa woke up a little late feeling like her body was hollowed out.He worked hard all night last night.

The skin of the African tree snake is mashed and the horn of the bicorn is ground into a fine powder.At this point, Mesa has completed the preparation phase.

Then, Mesa added the liquid weed and two-eared weed to the crucible one after another, stirred clockwise, waved the wand, and let it simmer for more than an hour.At this point, Mesa has completed the first stage of making Polyjuice Potion.

After that comes the second phase of adding other material, which is no longer something that can be done on a Friday night.So Snape kindly waved his hand and let Mesa live.

If preparing the materials is physical work, and your arms only feel a little sore, then brewing the potion is mental work.

Especially when brewing a complex polyjuice potion, Mesa needs to tense her nerves throughout the process, paying attention to any changes in the crucible at all times, and not daring to relax for a second.

If Mesa relaxes a little, this pot of medicine may be in vain, and everything will have to be overthrown and started all over again.It has to be said that brewing magic potion is indeed a task that tests one's carefulness and patience.

Sitting blankly on the four-poster bed, Mesa looked out the window at the flowing lake water and the passing fish.

He wanted to fall back and sleep for a while, but when he thought that he had something to do later, he had to change his clothes and walk out of the dormitory.

Because he slept in, Mesa missed the breakfast time in the auditorium, so he could only find some snacks to cope with it.Fortunately, Lilia's owl often brings large and small packages of snacks and candies, and she always gives some to Mesa.

Today is a sunny, breezy day. There are a few blurry figures moving on the Quidditch pitch in the distance. I don't know which college has started Quidditch training early.

After leaving the castle, Mesa walked quickly down the sloping grass and towards the forbidden forest at the edge of the field.The grass crawls softly under the feet, the dark forbidden forest sways in the wind, and the tall trees block out the sky and the sun.

When Mesa reached Hagrid's cabin, three Gryffindors were already there.

These three are all new students this year, the Weasley twins, and the other is a dark-skinned boy with dreadlocks.They were chatting with Hagrid about something, maybe they had the same purpose as Mesa.

Mesa ran to the edge of the field, not to break into the Forbidden Forest in broad daylight, but to befriend Haguetau.

If there's anyone in Hogwarts who knows the Forbidden Forest best, it's Keykeeper and Gamekeeper Rubeus Hagrid.

Normally, students are not allowed to enter the Forbidden Forest because it is too dangerous.Only during Care of Magical Creatures classes or when students are imprisoned are students allowed to approach the Forbidden Forest, but only to the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Whenever students in solitary confinement were punished by entering the Forbidden Forest to work, Hagrid would lead them to complete the work.Mesa wants to explore the Forbidden Forest, and Hagrid is the best source of information.

After a while, the twins and the boy with the dreadlocks left. Their conversation with Hagrid didn't seem to go well.For as they were leaving, a few words drifted into Mesa's ears.

"Your question just now was too direct. It aroused Hagrid's alert and made him realize our purpose!" said the boy with dreadlocks.

"I admit that I am a little anxious, but your naked yearning for the Forbidden Forest has already sold us out!" One of the twin boys retorted.

Soon the three of them stopped talking. They passed by Mesa in silence, pretending as if nothing happened.

Mesa wasted no time, he wanted to complete the task as quickly as possible and return to the castle auditorium on time for dinner.If he missed lunch again, his stomach would revolt.

There is a small vegetable garden next to the wooden house that is made entirely of wood and can be burned by a fire. At this time, Hagrid is busy in the vegetable garden, facing the loess and back to the sky.

Mesa came over and asked softly: "Excuse me, are these the pumpkins we will use for the Halloween party?"

"I won't tell you anything about the Forbidden Forest..." Hagrid raised his head and was stunned for a moment, "Uh... which college are you from?" It was obvious that Hagrid had just heard wrong and thought it was the Three Characters. Lanfondo left and came back.

Mesa showed great interest in pumpkins and even leaned down to take a closer look at these overly fat pumpkins.

"I'm Mesa Black, a Slytherin, Mr. Hagrid." Mesa said, flicking the pumpkin with her fingers.

What to call Hagrid is the question.Call him professor, Hagrid is not a professor at the school yet; call him by his first name, Hagrid doesn't look too young, calling him by his first name seems a bit disrespectful.

Hagrid was stunned, not knowing whether it was because of the surname Black or because of the house Slytherin.The gamekeeper said, "Slytherin? What are you doing here?"

It is difficult for animals like humans to achieve a balanced bowl of water, and it is inevitable that they will be biased.Gamekeeper Hagrid is more inclined to Gryffindor than Slytherin.

Hagrid didn't like Slytherins, and the Slytherins didn't like him either.Some students would privately call him a "dumb idiot" or "Dumbledore's lackey".

Living in a small cabin on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, his clothes were not suitable enough, and his hair and beard were unkempt, which was not in line with the aesthetics of a Slytherin at all.It's strange that the little snake, who always looks at people with its nostrils, can look at Hagrid.

It's just that no one would say these words to his face. Even though no one had ever seen Hagrid use magic, his terrifying height still gave him a sense of oppression.I'm afraid it won't take one punch to kill a Slytherin.

"Mr. Hagrid, is this an expansion spell?" Mesa asked, avoiding Hagrid's question.

Mesa had always had a good memory, but Mesa didn't remember seeing Rubeus Hagrid's name on the graduation list.Mesa once suspected that Hagrid was also a squib.

But after seeing these chubby pumpkins today, Mesa overturned that suspicion.Hagrid must have some secret that cannot be told.That's why I can only use magic secretly.

Just one week into school, these big pumpkins are already over half a person tall.By Halloween, they'll only get bigger, big enough to be turned into fairy tale pumpkin carts.

"No." Hagrid replied decisively, "I just gave them some small help."

Only a fool would believe this.Even the pumpkins in the magical world cannot grow so big.If Hagrid could make the pumpkin grow like this if he just fertilized it normally, the position of gamekeeper would be really underwhelming.

However, Mesa did not argue hard enough to refute Hagrid's sophistry.Everyone has secrets, and Mesa is not very interested in Hagrid's secrets for the time being, and has no intention of exploring.

Mesa turned to look at the Forbidden Forest not far away, and said longingly: "I like Mr. Newt Scamander's "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" very much. Unfortunately, the school's Care of Magical Creatures class can only be taken in third grade. .”

"You also like those charming creatures?" Hagrid said.Although there was still confusion in his bright black beetle-like eyes, his voice was full of excitement, as if he had found a soulmate.

If you want to make friends with someone, a good shortcut is to go along with them.Of course, the premise is that the other person won't get annoyed when they see you.

If I don’t bother others if I see you, I’d better give up the idea of ​​being friends.It’s too difficult, and the effort is not proportional to the benefits.

"Of course, they have fascinating magical powers and are a gift from the Creator to wizards." Mesa said, "Although they sometimes look fierce, as long as they are done in the right way, I believe they can still live in harmony with wizards."

Mesa himself didn't believe this. He had just learned about the five-legged monsters, which would pounce on humans whenever they see them.The five-legged monsters do this not just to be touched or hugged, but to treat humans as their own food.

But Hagrid believed this nonsense, it simply spoke to his heart.

Hagrid's big head nodded vigorously, and his palm-sized hands clasped together, obviously agreeing with Mesa's point of view.

"Yes, I think so too." Hagrid said excitedly, "The wizards just haven't found a suitable method yet. I once raised very dangerous ones..."

Hagrid stopped talking only half of the time.Almost all of the furry little cuties he raised were prohibited by the Ministry of Magic.If Mesa turned around and betrayed him, Hagrid could report to Azkaban.

Mesa noticed this, but he didn't dwell on it.

No matter how dangerous the animals Rubeus Hagrid once raised, he couldn't raise fire dragons in the Forbidden Forest!