Hogwarts Fantastic Beasts in the Stomach

Time flies by very quickly, and it has been two weeks since the last time he saw the squirrel. These two weeks should be the fastest and most stable time Carlos has ever spent.

Well, only while at Hogwarts.

"Huh, Carlos, your skills are getting better and better..." Ernie patted his belly and lay on the grass. Next to him was Justin, who was still holding a bunch of roasted eight-eyed spiders.

"Of course." Carlos nodded and picked up a skewer of grilled eight-eyed spiders and said, "I have practiced it now."

After several weeks of practice, Carlos found that his level of cooking eight-eyed spiders had greatly improved, and everyone around him except Ron praised his skills.

Well, the main reason is that Ron has never tasted it at all. Carlos believes that if Ron is willing, he will be completely fascinated by the eight-eyed spider.

"But I didn't feel anything about the improvement in spell casting level you mentioned." Ernie picked at the condiments in his mouth and said, "On the contrary, I feel like I may have gained weight."

"That must be because our cooking method is wrong?" Justin said casually: "Maybe Mr. Lockhart has his own cooking method."

"It's possible." Carlos nodded: "I just flipped through a few pages without looking carefully. Maybe he is a sweet and sour eight-eyed spider?"

"Sweet and sour?" Ernie and Justin looked at each other. They had no idea what Carlos was talking about.

"Humph." Carlos waved his hand and said, "After my long deciphering work, I have completely understood this recipe..."

"All?" Ernie looked at Carlos with surprise.

"Ahem, of course not." Carlos coughed awkwardly: "But it's still [-]%!"

"Tch." Justin curled his lips.

"Don't be like this." Carlos said immediately: "The writing on this is the most difficult writing I have ever seen!"

"Maybe even the ancient runes can't compare."

"But ancient runes are magic." Ernie interrupted Carlos: "And ancient runes have their own exams."

"Ahem." Faced with Ernie's words, Carlos could only cough and smile in embarrassment.

"Oh, by the way, have you heard?" Carlos looked at his two friends and said, "There will be a grand dinner on Halloween!"

"Of course I heard about it." Ernie and Justin nodded: "And we also know that Principal Dumbledore will invite a band for Halloween."

"Band?" Carlos' eyes widened: "That's great!"

"But I also heard that Professor Rozier seems to have taken leave and gone home." Ernie said casually: "He seems to be feeling unwell recently."

"That's right." Justin also nodded: "He seems to have been in a bad mood since he caught a cold two weeks ago."

"Ah, really?" Carlos stared and said, "Why didn't I notice it?"

"Because you spent half the time in class studying your recipes." His deskmate Ernie shook his head: "You have to study hard."

"That's right, although we are not Ravenclaw, we still have to learn." Justin also said with positive energy: "We want to make great contributions to the future wizarding world!"

"Ahem, okay, okay..." Carlos waved his hand and said, "Then when will Professor Rozier go home to rest?"

"I'm not sure." Ernie and Justin looked at each other, and both shook their heads.

"Then let's go and ask." Carlos thought for a moment and said, "After all, Professor Rozier is quite good to us."

Carlos touched the salamander in his sleeve. After all, he "borrowed" the salamander from Rozier, and he still felt a little guilty.

But the author probably only has a little bit, right?

"We made an appointment to play wizard chess with Hannah in the afternoon." Ernie shrugged and said, "Remember?"

"You didn't come last time because of something else." Justin said as if he was making a report: "You said you were going to study, but Harry caught you fishing by the Black Lake."

"That's not fishing." Carlos waved his hand quickly: "I was looking for the missing magical animal."

Yes, Carlos spent a week looking for his squirrel friend by the Black Lake, but it seemed that the squirrel really disappeared...

"I'm just going for a while, we'll meet in the lounge!" Carlos said and stood up, then wiped the cumin from the corner of his mouth: "You guys pack your things, I'll catch an eight-eyed spider in a few days. You can try it again.”

"Well, you'd better not be late again," Ernie said, standing up and packing up with Justin.

Rozier's Defense Against the Dark Arts office was not far away, and Carlos arrived at his wooden door with a skip and a jump.

"I don't know what happened to Professor Rozier." Carlos touched his sleeves and stuck his head out and said, "But don't let Professor Rozier see you for a while."

"Hiss."

Seeing Luo Lizi agree, Carlos nodded, coughed, stretched out his hand and knocked on the door.

"Who?" Rozier's voice came from the door, and it could be heard that he was indeed in a low mood.

"It's me, Professor, Carlos!" Carlos said through the door: "I heard that Professor you are not feeling well, right?"

"Carlos?" Rozier muttered, and then immediately closed the notebook on the table. He didn't want Carlos to see the map of the Hogwarts tunnels drawn on it.

Because he already had a big plan, a big plan for Carlos.

"Please come in." He cleared the table and then put on a sad expression.

"Squeak." The wooden door was pushed open, and Carlos walked in carrying a small package.

"Professor, good afternoon."

"Well, good afternoon, Mr. Emmanuel..." Rozier nodded, then pretended to be unwell and said: "You sit down first, I will serve you some..."

"No need, Professor." Looking at Rozier's weak appearance, Carlos was embarrassed to enjoy the service. He put the small package on the table, then stood up and poured some black tea for Rozier with the teapot.

"Thank you." Rozier nodded slightly and said, "What can I do for you?"

Rozier felt that Carlos must have something to do with him... Maybe it was about the magical beasts, or some of his weird ideas?

It’s not a good thing anyway…

"Professor, let me see you." Carlos said and opened the package in front of him. Inside was a bottle of honey and a bag of honey candies.

This was what Carlos was going to eat when he was playing chess in the afternoon. After thinking about it, he thought it would be better to give these things to Professor Rozier.

"I heard that you're sick," Carlos said, "and you're going to have to take some time off."

Rozier looked at the gift brought by Carlos and was stunned for a moment, and then his expression looked a little strange.

"Oh... thank you, Mr. Emmanuel..." he said softly, and then nodded stumblingly: "No, that's right... I asked for leave..."

"Professor, do you want to improve your health?" Carlos asked. Looking at Rozier's appearance, he felt that he seemed to be feeling unwell.

"Hmm..." Rozier nodded dully. He did not raise his head and look at Carlos with his eyes. On the contrary, his usually calm eyes were looking at something under the table.

"I took a week off, Halloween week..."

"Take care of yourself, Professor." Carlos consoled him, "Grandpa Newt said that the body is the capital of protecting magical animals."

"Ahem..." Rozier coughed hard several times when he heard Newt's name. He nodded and said, "Your grandpa is right."

The two chatted casually for a few more words. Carlos saw that Rozier seemed to be getting more and more uncomfortable. He quickly said: "Professor, if you are not feeling well, I will leave first."

After all, disturbing a patient is not a good thing.

And Ernie and Justin are still waiting for him.

"You go first, I really need to rest..." Rozier nodded lightly and looked at Carlos: "Go ahead."

"Bah." Rozier sighed softly as he heard the office door being closed.

He slowly took out the plan from the drawer, as well as the letters with the other two members of the Umbrella Party and sighed.

"What a good boy..." He picked up the honey candy on the table and looked at it and said, "But...it's all Newt's fault..."

He gently peeled off a honey candy and put it into his mouth. For some reason, he felt that the candy, which was supposed to be sweet, tasted a little bitter.

"Huh..." He stood up and shook his head to let those distracting thoughts leave his head.

He looked towards the sun in the distance and towards the southeastern sky.

"For the greater good."