Hogwarts: Harry's Path to Witches

Chapter 274 Hagrid, let the innocent manticore go! ( per day is completed, and the IOU is paid)

The herbal medicine class ended quickly, but the students were still interested and wished the class could last another two hours.

As long as Professor Sprout dares to speak, they dare to squeeze all the tubers of Barbo!

Who wouldn’t like it when you take it for your own use?

After the Herbology class was Hagrid's Care of Magical Creatures class, which Gryffindor and Slytherins had to take together again.

As Harry and Hermione walked across the grass together, they suddenly felt an ominous premonition.

After approaching Hagrid's hut, Harry's premonition became stronger.

Because Harley vaguely smelled a burning smell, which was a bit like the smell produced by the flames sprayed out by the fire crab when it was defending, but it was not exactly the same.

Hagrid was standing outside his cabin, holding his huge hunting dog Fang.

There were several open wooden boxes thrown at Hagrid's feet, and Harry could clearly hear the faint explosions and strange clicking sounds coming from inside.

"Good morning, Harry! Hermione!" Hagrid greeted loudly,

"Come and see my new little baby!"

As he spoke, he turned his head and glanced at the wooden box at his feet, his eyes full of intoxication.

"Ah, these cute little guys, look how delicate and cute they are! Much cuter than Yaya."

Usually when Hagrid said this, Yaya would howl unconvinced and at the same time look for the magical animal that Hagrid praised.

Even if the person being praised was a Hippogriff, Yaya would still rely on Hagrid by his side to send out a wave of screams.

But today, Yaya was uncharacteristically trying desperately to stay away from those wooden boxes, and had no reaction to what Hagrid said.

This is not right!

In line with the principle of "when things go wrong, there must be a monster", Harry cautiously stretched his head to take a look at the adorable little baby in Hagrid's mouth.

Then... Harley jerked her head back.

Merlin, why are there out-of-control Beyonders here! Where is the Nighthawk team? I want to report it!

There is a kind of magical creature stacked in Hagrid's box, the number of which is about a hundred.

These creatures that Harry has never seen before seem to be large lobsters that have only had their shells removed and then been squeezed out of shape. They are all an unhealthy white-gray color and are slimy and dripping with mucus. .

There are also many inexplicable limbs growing outwards around the body of this creature.

These limbs look like legs, but without feet; like arms, but unfortunately without hands; like tentacles... This is quite similar, but they are too short and not qualified.

They kept shaking their bodies, spraying out some sparks from time to time, and advancing a few inches forward with slight explosions and snaps.

What's even more disgusting is that these creatures also emit a very strong odor, which is like frozen fish and shrimp that have been exposed to the sun for a whole day in July.

To put it simply, this creature causes people extreme psychological and physical discomfort.

Harry quickly took out the special hydrosol from his pocket, applied a thick layer under her nose, and poured some into Hermione's hand.

And Hermione quickly and carefully applied it around her nose, and the two of them managed to stand still and not run away.

Hagrid hadn't noticed the little moves between the two of them, and was still happily introducing:

"How's it going? Aren't these little babies so cute? They're so lovable!"

Harry did not answer directly, but asked: "Hagrid, where did you get these...good things?"

"Of course I cultivated it myself!" Hagrid raised his head proudly.

"Remember the blood Tibetan mastiff I mentioned before? That old guy came to show off to me again."

"I missed your big black dog last time... Ahem, I mean I haven't found a suitable breeding dog, and I haven't been able to breed a more majestic pet dog."

"After repeated thinking, I decided to change my direction and not necessarily breed pet dogs!"

"I think the fire crab and the manticore are both great magical animals, perfect for crossbreeding!"

"And this is what I got by mixing fire crabs and manticores!"

"In order to get Aaliya pregnant, I used a total of sixty fire crabs to succeed!"

"I'm going to name this brand new creature... Blast-tailed Skrewt!"

Harry took a step back unconsciously and looked at Hagrid with strange eyes.

The fire crab is a 3X-level dangerous creature. The small fire crab is only the size of a brick, while the larger fire crab can reach the size of a cauldron.

From the appearance, the fire crab looks like a large turtle with a shell studded with jewels, and a turtle that can spit flames from the back of its butt.

The manticore is a 5X-level dangerous creature. It looks more like a lion, and its size...is several times larger than an adult lion in the Muggle world.

Let these two creatures mate, and there are still sixty male fire crabs... Hagrid, you are such a pervert! Beast!

Spare the poor manticore! It's innocent!

It turned out that all the students had the same opinion as Harry and felt extremely uncomfortable with the Blast-Ended Skrewts, except for Hagrid who was still complacent.

Except for students like Harry and Hermione who had a good relationship with Hagrid, the other students backed away as much as possible.

Malfoy and Ron, who had a fierce fight yesterday, both squeezed to the back of the line, but there was no major conflict, they just glared at each other fiercely.

Malfoy was originally prepared to make a mockery of Ron, but he was afraid that his voice would be too loud, that Hagrid would hear him, and then be asked to go up to admire the Blast-Ended Skrewt, so he did not dare to say a word.

The first class task assigned by Hagrid was to study what these things can eat. In the eyes of many young wizards, this is definitely a more difficult task than squeezing the pus from the Babo tuber.

Because he was badly beaten by the three Weasley brothers yesterday, Malfoy was not very talkative today and just complained about the Blast-Ended Skrewts in a low voice with others.

Harry heard Malfoy's complaints from a distance:

"I'm more curious, why do we raise these things? I think the best thing we should do is to strangle them when they are born!"

"I think Malfoy is right," many Gryffindors also heard Malfoy's complaints, but no one refuted.

"This is the first time I support Slytherin's views. These things are really disgusting!"

While feeding the snails, Harley felt even more uncomfortable.

She thought she was well-informed. She had traveled around and hunted many of the potion ingredients herself, and she had seen all kinds of weird creatures.

Even with the previous tuber of Babo that was covered in pus, Harry had at least seen Extraordinaries being made into living sacrifices to the evil gods in the Southern Continent.

And those poor guys looked like this, with pus all over their bodies and large bulges, just hanging their breath and slowly squirming on the altar.

But Harley had never seen such a strange creature as the Blast-Ended Skrewt.

Their appearance is second to none. Although Harley has a controlled appearance, she is still very friendly to ugly but valuable extraordinary materials.

Mainly because Harry couldn't find their heads after observing them for a long time, let alone their mouths and eyes.

Finally, Harley reluctantly recognized that the organs they used to eat and excrete were probably... the same organ!

孽 孽!

And when Harley saw the squid spit out a small piece of poop, and then squirmed into it... Destroy it, Harley felt really tired!

This is true for the well-informed Harry, not to mention other classmates.

When Hagrid wasn't paying attention, Harry and Hermione whispered a few words.

The two agreed that the good reputation Hagrid had managed to accumulate at the end of last school year... would probably be squandered by him at the beginning of this school year.

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The Gryffindor and Slytherin students finally passed the difficult Care of Magical Creatures class and quickly slipped away without looking back.

Compared with the Blast-tailed Skrewt, the hippogriff I learned last semester was like a little angel, not scary at all!

As a result, the nightmare didn't end. The school lunch happened to be a variety of aquatic products.

The reason is that the Black Lake flooded last night. After the tide receded, various aquatic products were spread out on the edge of the Black Lake.

Moreover, the Black Lake is connected to the sea, so many seafood products appear inexplicably near the lake.

The kind-hearted Professor McGonagall couldn't bear to see this scene, so with a wave of her hand, she asked the house elves to collect all these aquatic products and use them for lunch in the past few days.

So the students who had just taken the Care of Magical Creatures class looked at the boiled conches, garlic-crusted shrimps, and braised lobsters on the table, and then remembered the fried-tailed snails they had seen before...

The fourth grade students of Gryffindor and Slytherin were hit hard again and lost their appetite at all!

The divination class and ancient magic text class in the afternoon were much more normal.

In the divination class this semester, Professor Trelawney began to teach students astrological divination.

As usual, Professor Trelawney continued his deception, describing mysterious signs that were difficult to decipher.

This makes Harley difficult to evaluate.

According to Qiguang, there is a group of outer gods from the old days entrenched on the planet now.

What would it be like to peek into the past?

Under normal circumstances, if an old person does not restrain the pollution caused by himself, then the extraordinary beings below the angels on earth will lose control just by knowing his name.

Even these old days deliberately restrained their own pollution characteristics in order not to destroy the hope of suppressing the initial awakening.

Qiguang still told Harley about her old existence after she returned to the demigod level.

And now such a group of great beings are entrenched on planets outside the earth...

I don’t know what Professor Trelawney thinks, thinking that his strength, which is not even Sequence Five, can predict the symbol represented by his action trajectory.

Fortunately, these great beings are not willing to reveal themselves at will, and Professor Trelawney is not a professional, and the astrology he teaches is just for exams.

Otherwise, there would probably be an extra group of monsters in Hogwarts.

Of course, in terms of pure astrological movements, Professor Trelawney's basic knowledge is still very solid.

In line with her story-telling description, there are expressions of surprise from time to time, as well as a mysterious atmosphere.

Many young wizards believe that Professor Trelawney's astronomy class is much more interesting than Professor Sinister's astronomy class.

The ancient magic text class was much more normal. Professor Babuling arranged a small test at the beginning of the semester to test the students' memory of the knowledge taught last semester.

And she herself leaned on the recliner, turned out a copy of "Playboy", put the book on her lap and read with relish, and also conjured a glass filled with bright red liquid.

Harley sniffed it gently...well, it was still the familiar smell of dragon's blood mixed with herbs.

Among all the classrooms, only the chair behind the podium in Professor Babuling's classroom is a recliner.

While attending class, I watched "Playboy" and enjoyed special drinks and lounge chairs. I have to say, this vampire really knows how to enjoy it.

After the second lesson, Professor Babling glanced at Harry with interest: "Miss Potter, please stay after class."

"Okay, Professor."

Hermione gave Harry a worried look, and she also learned from Harry the identity of Professor Barbling's vampire.

But Harry gave Hermione a reassuring smile and shook her head slightly.

When only Harry and himself were left in the classroom, Professor Barbling waved lazily.

All the windows were closed instantly, the curtains were drawn, and the doors were locked tightly.

"Harry," Professor Babling looked at the girl in front of her with interest,

"Tsk, I smell a familiar scent from you."

"It's Lupin's werewolf!"

Harley raised her eyebrows slightly. During the second half of the summer vacation, I didn't see Lupine much.

Considering safety issues, Lupine was unwilling to go to the Quidditch World Cup with Harry and others.

After the game, he was not at Black's old house. He didn't know where he went. He only went back the day before Harley was about to start school.

The contact between the two people was obviously very little, but I didn't expect that Professor Babuling could smell it.

"Yes, Uncle Remus is a good friend of my father's," Harry gently pushed her hair behind her ears.

"I've been staying with Uncle Sirius this holiday, and Uncle Remus often visits us. Is there any problem?"

"No problem, I'm just sighing." Professor Babuling crossed her legs.

Today she was wearing short jeans, exposing her fair thighs.

Although there was no sunlight entering the classroom, the vampire's high-quality skin still made Harry's eyes hurt.

"I can probably guess what Lupine went to do. After all, I provided some interesting information to Albus..."

Professor Babling shook her head and stopped talking about the half-finished topic. Instead, she pulled out a large black book.

"Getting back to the subject, the reason why I asked you to stay is about your learning of alchemy."

"Nico and I know each other, and he wants to ask me to do him a favor. In the next year, he asked me to help you tutor in alchemy."

"He has already paid the corresponding remuneration in advance. You just need to come and listen. When will you be free?"

Seeing Harry's thinking look, Professor Babling added:

"You should take this book back and read it first. In our one-on-one classes, the content basically jumps from the book."

"As for the tutoring time, just tell me before this Friday night."

"I know you good students join many clubs, not to mention Professor Snape likes to give you solitary confinement."

Professor Babling deliberately emphasized the words "I like to put you in solitary confinement" and her expression was a bit playful. She obviously knew something.

Harley looked normal and nodded:

"I know, thank you Professor, I'll be bothering you for the next year."

After Harley left the classroom, Professor Babling suddenly sighed:

"Harry, there is more than one familiar scent on you. Where did you come into contact with the powerful vampire?"

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Harley didn't know about Professor Babling's new discovery, and even if she did, she wouldn't particularly care.

At the top of the Moon Path is the Primordial Moon, also the Fallen Mother Goddess.

He looked at himself quietly. Is there any problem? no problem.

After learning that Professor Babling was going to give Harry a tutoring lesson, Hermione's eyes shone with envy.

She also wants to hear what a vampire who has lived for hundreds of years thinks about alchemy!

The next few days were uneventful, not much happened.

Only the old pair of Neville and Seamus made history again, incinerating three crucibles and detonating two crucibles in one session.

When the last crucible exploded, it was even more spectacular. The sparks flew across half of the classroom and almost hit Harley's head from the innermost corner of the classroom.

Professor Snape was so angry that he almost asked Neville and Seamus to use their teeth and tongues to disembowel a large bucket of horned toads and take out the internal organs.

It was only in the end that he managed to regain his senses and just asked the two to do the work with their bare hands, prohibiting the use of gloves.

It was not until Thursday that the fourth-year Gryffindor little lions had their first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson of the semester.

This got them excited because the sixth and seventh grade students had already taken this class.

After these seniors learned that none of their junior students had taken this class, they deliberately showed off on the Gryffindor table.

Almost everyone who listened to Professor Moody's Defense Against the Dark Arts class kept praising him, saying that Professor Moody was a truly knowledgeable professor and a truly powerful Auror.

"He's so cool!" Fred said with unprecedented admiration.

"Professor Moody is really knowledgeable when it comes to combating black magic!"

"It's not just cool, it's downright cool!" George showed longing in his eyes.

"He is so knowledgeable and knows what it's like to work outside!"

So on Thursday afternoon, a large number of young wizards gathered outside the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom early, blocking the corridors.

Everyone wanted to grab a front-row seat and sincerely wanted to listen carefully to Professor Moody's class.

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(Thanks to the "Nine-tailed Yanhu" boss for the reward!)