Hogwarts Fantastic Beasts in the Stomach

"Woooooo!"

"Okay, okay, don't rush it!" A standing red fire dragon patted his shoulder and said, "It will be put on soon... Please help me tie the thread inside."

"Ohh Ohh ohh!"

"Um, um..." This huge fire dragon is naturally Carlos. He has already put on the Halloween suit he prepared, which is made of red wool socks and golden maple leaves.

As Carlos shook, he even made a rustling sound unique to the leaves. Of course, this does not mean that Carlos's costume is not realistic. At the very least, it can scare the timid Hufflepuff students. enough.

Are you right, Hannah?

"Hiss."

Just after comforting Mane, the lizard hidden in Carlos's sleeve was unhappy again, because it was destined to be busy tonight. As a salamander, it would help Carlos become a real Hungarian Horntail.

Well, I mean, it's going to add a fire to Carlos' performance.

"Don't worry, Salamander, I'll give you extra food tonight." Carlos consoled him while holding the faucet: "I know you love the Salamander specialties I made, right?"

This was Carlos's little innovation. He added potion ingredients "borrowed" from Snape to the roasted eight-eyed spider, as well as some datura leaves "sponsored" by Professor Sprout.

Successfully made a BBQ with the flavor of Heluo lizard.

Needless to say, it’s still difficult to figure out a salamander’s hobbies.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss!" Luo Lizard still seemed uneasy. It climbed to Carlos' collar and hung on it, and then licked Carlos with its hot tongue.

"Don't worry about the magic fire. I've put it in the dormitory." Carlos is still very concerned about the magic fire. After all, Luo Lizard's life comes from that flame.

The Salamander can only survive by relying on the Flame Salamander. If the magic fire goes out, the Salamander will die... Well, this paragraph seems to have been said.

But no matter what, Carlos was ready. He put on his battle uniform, then pushed open the door of the Hufflepuff lounge, and then came to the corridor with a confident look on his face.

"Oh! Merlin is on top!" Several little badgers at the mouth of the barrel were startled. Not everyone could remain calm when they saw a fire dragon emerging from the barrel.

"Hoho, good afternoon." Carlos lowered his voice and said, "Which of you has a candy treasure?"

"If you don't give it to me, I will eat you." Carlos raised his head and then lowered his chin slightly.

After receiving the signal, the Luo Lizard immediately opened its mouth wide, and a small string of flames came out of its mouth, and then spurted out from the fire dragon's mouth.

"Oh my God!" Several little badgers backed away in fright, and one even sat down on the ground.

"This costume is so cool!" said a little badger, and then stretched out his hand to tug Carlos' dragon arm.

"Hey! Kid!" Carlos immediately shook his head and said, "Where's your candy?"

"Bring the candy to the dragon Smaug at once!"

"Oh! Smaug hahaha! Why did you use that name, Carlos?" Ron's laughter came, and Carlos saw him through the gap in the dragon's mouth.

It's just that his dress is a bit weird, he is holding a small stick in his hand, and his body is green.

Is this a troll?

"Hi Carlos, let me tell you why you chose the name Smaug, it sounds too weird and not very impressive."

"Um..." Carlos shook his head: "I just thought of a name. Don't you think such an obscure word sounds cool?"

"It's not cool at all. It even makes me feel a little cold." Hermione's words made the scene seem a bit awkward.

"Ahem, that's a good joke, Hermione." Carlos said, extending his dragon claw and shaking her hand: "The dragon Smaug recognizes you."

"But why aren't you dressed up?" Carlos looked a little disappointed when he saw Hermione still looking normal: "We are competing to be the strongest Halloween trick-or-treater."

"That's you, not me..." Hermione said, shaking her head, then pointed at Ron and said, "I don't want to dress up like a troll."

"What, a troll?!" Ron looked very surprised. He stared and said, "George and Fred told me it was a cool costume."

"Um... didn't you look in the mirror?" Carlos looked at him curiously.

"Damn..." Ron immediately covered his face: "No wonder they came with me!"

"Oh my God..." Hermione and Carlos patted their heads at the same time, but Carlos looked particularly funny because he was wearing a dragon suit.

"If I wear clothes like a troll, it will be difficult to get the most candies and become the strongest trick-or-treater." Ron said unhappily: "It's all their fault!"

"Okay, don't feel bad Ron." Carlos patted him on the shoulder and said, "Smaug is very confident in you!"

"By the way, where is Harry?" Carlos looked at the two of them and asked, "Didn't you see him?"

"Um...we thought he came here first." Hermione said, "I didn't see him at the door of the lounge."

"I was just with George Fred," explained Ron, who hadn't returned to the lounge at all.

Weird...then where was Harry?

……

"Good afternoon, Mr. Potter." Young Harry looked at the professor in front of him who was somewhat familiar but could not name him, with an embarrassed look on his face.

"Good afternoon..." He hesitated and couldn't say the professor's name.

"Quirrell, just call me Professor Quirrell." The professor with the turban on his head smiled softly, and then suddenly lowered his body and touched Harry's face.

"Oh...Professor..." Harry was startled and had to take a step back.

"Don't worry Mr. Potter, I'm a professor of Muggle studies, I'm just a little curious about them..." Quirrell took out a form and handed it to Harry: "Can I call you Harry?"

"Um...of course..." Harry nodded blankly.

"Okay, Harry." Quirrell said, "Can you help me complete that form?" He handed Harry a pen and said, "It only takes a moment."

Harry glanced at the sun outside the window. It was still early... but he had made an appointment with his friends...

"Oh, don't worry about your friends." Quirrell smiled softly. He seemed to see what Harry was thinking: "I will tell them."

"You have something to be busy with...and very busy." Quirrell said, shaking his head, and then stood behind Harry and carefully took out his wand.

"I'm sorry Harry..." He smiled softly, then turned his wand: "Forgot everything."

As the spell flashed, Harry's face froze for a moment, and in just a few seconds he forgot how he got here.

Looking at the confused Harry, Quirrell nodded slightly and took the opportunity to leave the office.

Looking at the familiar words "Professor's Office of Defense Against the Dark Arts" on the door sign, Quirrell smiled softly.

Poor Harry... I definitely didn't expect that I brought him here... But I'm sorry, Rozier, since you're not here, you'll have to take the blame.

Quirrell smiled and shook his head, then waved his wand to lock the office.

He believed that even if those professors were really found, it would take a lot of effort.