Together [HP]

The next morning, the storm died down, but the ceiling of the auditorium was still clouded with gloom.While Pansy and Jacqueline were having breakfast and studying their timetable for this term, Malfoy sat down.

"Good morning, Master Malfoy." Pansy said lazily, "Is there anything you want to teach? We will have a transformation class later, and with Ravenclaw, we don't want to miss the class time and be taught by McGonagall." punish."

"Actually, I need to ask her some questions." Jacqueline said quickly while buttering her slice of bread, "So, if it's not something urgent..."

"Who do you think will be a Hogwarts player?" Malfoy said lazily.

"Cedric Diggory!" Pansy said without hesitation. She looked at the Hufflepuff table. It was a boy about 17 years old. He was tall, but he was not thin. Looks strong.He was handsome indeed, with his straight nose, black hair, and gray eyes.Jacqueline remembered who he was. He was the one who captured the Golden Snitch in a storm last year and defeated Harry. Of course, he couldn't forget the swarming dementors.

"That Saint Diggory." Malfoy snorted. "We cannot let another house take this honor."

"Then you go to participate." Jacqueline put the last piece of toast into her mouth angrily, took a sip of milk, and carried her schoolbag, "I'm going to find Professor McGonagall, see you in class. "

"Where is she going?" Malfoy asked, looking at Jacqueline's back, "Going to the head of Gryffindor?"

"I want to know too." Pansy snorted, "It's only the first day of school."

"We have to make a Slytherin student a warrior." Malfoy said coldly, while looking at the other Slytherin students, he seemed to be wondering which senior student would be suitable to participate, "We can't make a Slytherin student a warrior." No other academy has achieved this honor."

"It's going to kill you, Malfoy," Pansy whispered.

"The first time after the Triwizard Tournament restarted, the Slytherins became the Hogwarts warriors, and people will only remember this in the end. As for the champion, the runner-up is the last, or the Death, no one cares about that." Malfoy rubbed the ring on his hand, which was the symbol of the heir to the Malfoy family, "I think Wallins is good, think about it for me, who else is there in our academy?"

"Do you mean old enough, smart enough, strong enough?" Pan Xi pretended to think for a while, "Maybe we can bring the mysterious man back to compete, I think he must be qualified." She said angrily, Then he picked up his schoolbag and went out.

"Professor McGonagall." Jacqueline pushed open the door of the Transfiguration classroom. She came very early, and there were no other students except Professor McGonagall looking at her lesson plans.

"I think you're early, Miss Graham. Transfiguration is half an hour away. Of course, if you want to stay here, I'm more than welcome."

"In fact," Jacqueline walked directly to Professor McGonagall's desk with her schoolbag on her back, "I have some questions to ask you, Professor McGonagall."

"Of course, Miss Graham." McGonagall put down the pen in her hand, "How can I help you?"

"I've been reading about Animagus this summer, Professor McGonagall." Jacqueline looked at McGonagall, and McGonagall raised her eyebrows slightly. "I have a lot of questions about it. In fact, I Hopefully, if you can, could you please teach me how to be an Animagus outside of class?"

"Animagus is a very difficult magic." McGonagall pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose. "As I said in the last school year, it is strictly controlled and can be very dangerous. If you I have read a certain amount of books, I don’t need to tell you, you also know that many wizards who are more experienced than you have been injured to varying degrees during practice, and some even lead to death.”

"I understand these difficulties." Jacqueline nodded, "So, I would like to ask the professor, if you can..."

"Unfortunately, I have to say no to you." McGonagall said.

"Why, Professor?" Jacqueline asked unwillingly.

"First of all, the school believes that it is very dangerous for a fourth grader, or even a senior grader, including a seventh grader, to learn Animagus, so we don't want you to do this."

"But Professor, three students from Gryffindor are enough." Jacqueline retorted quickly.

"That was their private behavior, Miss Graham. If I had known at that time, I would have told the headmaster, and they would have been punished. Second, you also know that Hogwarts will hold a Triwizard Tournament this year Sai, so unfortunately I don't have much free time to teach a student the Animagus, which takes a lot of time."

Jacqueline stood there without speaking. At this time, students came in one after another from the classroom.

"So," Jacqueline resumed speaking after a few minutes, "may I ask you some non-class-related questions outside of class, Professor McGonagall?"

"I will gladly answer my pupils' questions, Miss Graham."

"There is a problem that has troubled me for a long time, Professor McGonagall. I know that the animals that Animagus can change are related to the personality and weight of the wizard, and each person can only change into one animal. I have always wondered Yes, how should I determine what kind of animal I can become?"

"This is a good question." McGonagall looked at more and more students below, "If you can come to my office after school tomorrow, I can help you more, now, please go back to your seat."

"Okay, Professor McGonagall." Jacqueline nodded to McGonagall and walked towards Pansy's table.

"What did you ask her?" Malfoy sat behind them and poked Jacqueline's back. "Worried about your Gryffindor friends?"

"A few academic questions, Malfoy." Jacqueline turned away. "Put your nose back in your own face and stay out of your own business, will you?"

"Which people in Slytherin do you think are suitable to sign up for the Triwizard Cup?" For the first time, Malfoy did not continue this topic. "What do you think, Wallins?"

"If you want him to be a laughing stock." Jacqueline snorted. "Don't use your brains, Malfoy. None of our houses are fit to compete."

"but..."

"I know what you're thinking, Malfoy. But trust me, I'd rather have Slytherin not compete than be remembered as a failed contestant who was made a joke of. If you think I'm helping Greg Ryffindor, it's up to you." Jacqueline turned her head, and Malfoy wanted to say something, but McGonagall stood up and signaled for their lesson to begin.

What they need to learn in this lesson is how to turn a living creature into an object, such as turning a hedgehog into a needle cushion.

"It's completely impossible." When a deep and deep bell rang in the castle, it meant that they had finally finished their classes. They all picked up their schoolbags and walked out of the castle to attend their second class. Take Care of Fantastic Creatures class with Gryffindors. "My needle cushion is still moving, moving, moving." Pansy twisted her whole body, as if she was the hedgehog turned into a needle cushion.

They walked down the stairs, along the lawn that slowly descended, to Hagrid's cabin on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Hagrid stood outside the cabin door, one hand on the collar of his huge hound, Fang.On the ground beside his feet, there were a few open wooden boxes. Fangya whimpered and struggled to grab the collar, as if he wanted to examine the contents of the boxes carefully.As they approached, a strange rattling sound reached their ears, and there were occasional faint explosions.

"Good morning!" said Hagrid. "Better wait for the Slytherins, they sure don't want to miss this, schreck!"

Jacqueline and Pansy were the first Slytherins to go there. No one else liked Hagrid or his lessons. Those led by Malfoy thought Hagrid's lessons were a joke.Jacqueline came out from behind the stone when she heard "Blast-tailed snail", and walked towards the box at Hagrid's feet.

"Say it again?" said Ron.

Hagrid pointed to the box at his feet.

"Disgusting!" Lavender Brown screamed, jumping back a few steps.

"You'd better not go there." When Jacqueline was about to walk up to Hagrid, she was stopped by Hermione.Hermione shook her head, looking a little disgusted by that thing called a "fried-tailed snail."

"I'll pay attention." Jacqueline didn't care, she held Hermione's hand behind her back, and cautiously peeked into the box.Hermione took her hand, as if trying to pull her back slightly.

The word "disgusting" can probably explain what Jacqueline saw, but she thinks those fried-tailed snails are very cute. Really, they are like shelled lobsters, soft, with Viscous liquid, many feet protruding in all directions, they can't see where their heads are, like a baby who has lost his way, bumping into his companion and the wall of the box in a daze.Even cuter, they are also able to shoot some sparks from their tails, and with each spark, the snails are propelled forward a few inches.If the only thing Jacqueline can't stand is that they give off a very strong smell of rotten fish and rotten shrimp, a bit like the smell of rotten cheese.

"Okay, okay, you've seen enough." Hermione finally seemed to have made up her mind, and after satisfying Jacqueline's curiosity, she pulled her away from Hagrid's box, "I have an idea , about the house-elves..."

"Just hatched." Maybe it was Jacqueline's curiosity that made Hagrid very satisfied. After seeing Jacqueline leave, Hagrid said proudly, "You can raise them yourself! We can make a big one!" project!"

"Why do we raise them?" said a cold voice.

Here come the Slytherin students, and it was Draco Malfoy who spoke just now.Crabbe and Goyle chuckled, appreciating his words.

Hagrid seemed stumped by the question.

"I mean, what can they do?" Malfoy asked. "What are they for?"

Hagrid opened his mouth as if thinking desperately.After pausing for a few seconds, he said gruffly, "That's for next lesson, Malfoy. You just feed them today. Well, you're going to try feeding them a few different things, I haven't raised them before, and I'm not sure what they like to eat, so I prepared ant eggs, frog livers, and green snakes, and tried a little of each to see if they would eat them."

"First the pus of the tuber, and now this," Seamus muttered.

"Are you sure they eat this?" Jacqueline took a green snake that no one dared to take, let it swim between her fingers for a while, and put it in the box, although the fried tail The snail does not appear to have a mouth. "What if they don't eat these three, but something else? For example, pumpkin radishes, vegetables of this type?"

"Don't encourage this," Hermione and Pansy warned in low voices beside her.

Jacqueline glanced at them, and looked at Hagrid helplessly. Hagrid nodded to her, and it seemed that he would follow her suggestion.

"Ouch!" Dean Thomas screamed about 10 minutes later, "It hurts me!"

Hagrid hurried to his side, looking a little flustered.

"Its tail exploded!" Dean huffed, showing Hagrid a burn on his hand.

"Ah, yeah, that's what can happen when they blow up," said Hagrid, nodding his head.

"Disgusting!" Lavender Brown complained again. "It's disgusting, Hagrid. What's that pointy thing on it?"

"Ah, some of them have thorns," said Hagrid excitedly (Lavender hastily pulled his hands away from the box), "I guess those thorny ones are males... the females have sucker-like things on their bellies . . . I think they probably suck blood."

"Oh, of course I understand why we're trying to keep them alive," Malfoy said sarcastically. "Who wouldn't want a pet that could burn, sting, and bite?"

"Just because they don't look good doesn't mean they're useless." Hermione retorted, "Dragon's blood has magical effects, but would you like to keep a dragon as a pet, huh?"

"I'd love to, and there's plenty of space in the house, if someone is willing to give me a dragon egg." Jacqueline said with a smile, and Hermione glared back at her. "Okay," she said, trying to reach for it. A fried-tailed snail, Hermione slapped her on the hand, she let out a groan, and barely pulled back her reddened hand, "I don't think those are suckers, Hagrid, do you have any? Thought about where those eggs might be? Could you give me one? I think..."

"Don't think about anything." Pansy said angrily beside her, "As long as you have one, never go back to your room!"

"I'm not having any fun with you two," Jacqueline complained.Hermione and Pansy glared at her at the same time, and she sighed and shook her head.

"Well, at least these snails are still small," said Ron ahead of them as they returned to the castle for lunch an hour later.

"They'll grow," Jacqueline murmured as they walked alongside Pansy behind them. "if only..."

"As long as you and Hagrid figure out what they're eating!" said Hermione, turning her head in an exasperated voice, "I guess they'll be six feet long in no time."

"Six feet?" Jacqueline compared her hands, but it seemed her arms weren't that long.She looked at her fingertips left and right. "I didn't think they'd grow that long, but if, whoops! Pancy, you're hurting me!"

"If you continue to discuss that monster, I'm not hurting you, but telling Malfoy that you are willing to sign up for the top three!"

"But I'm not the right age, Pansy," Jacqueline muttered, "so I can't make it."

"George and Fred are working on this issue, you can discuss it with them." Ron said, and Hermione glanced at him immediately.

"Jacqueline wouldn't break a rule like that," she said, and then she turned to Jacqueline, "You wouldn't, would you?"

"Why would I want to participate in a game that might kill me?" Jacqueline asked back.Hermione nodded in satisfaction, then she frowned again,

"You'd better not encourage Hagrid to want to raise those snails."

"But if they turn out to be good for seasickness or something, that's fine, right?" said Ron, grinning mischievously at Hermione.

"You know, I just said that just to gag Malfoy," said Hermione. "Actually, I think he's right. The wisest thing to do would be to stop the snails before they attack us." Kill them in the cradle."

"Wow," Pansy yelled exaggeratedly, "a Gryffindor, Hagrid's friend, wants to kill his pet."

They entered the dining room before Hermione could argue back, and they were forced to part, Jacqueline and Pansy heading left towards the Slytherin table, Hermione, Ron and Harry, their right towards Gryffindor Many dining tables to go.

"Do you think snails are edible?" Jacqueline asked as she picked up a beef roll.

"Let me think, why can't an animal with thorns, a snot-like thing, so many feet, and a fire-breathing animal not cook it? Maybe it smells," Pansy said. After thinking for a while, "What do you think it will taste like, Miss Graham?"

"Maybe like snails?" Jacqueline asked rhetorically. "We can bake it like the French do. If they taste like lobster, it's very good. Their tails I think can be made into flame cocktails." That, or make meatballs and fry."

"Then how are you going to clean that layer of snot off it?"

"That's a house-elf thing." Jacqueline stuffed a fish fillet into her mouth. "If I can figure everything out, what do I need them for?"

"Your friend 'know-it-all' Miss Granger may have a different opinion." Pansy asked with a smile.

"Merlin, I really hope she can forget about it."