The Son of Light of the Snake House

"Okay, come on, Harry, turn it on!" Several people responded.

Lee handed the golden egg to Harry, who pried it open by digging his fingernail into a ring of grooves in the egg.

It was empty, with nothing in it - but the moment Harry opened it, a horrific, piercing scream filled the room.Harry had only heard a similar noise before at Nearly Headless Nick's Deathday party, the noise of the Ghosts playing with a musical saw.

"Shut it!" Fred yelled, putting his hands to his ears.

Harry snapped the golden egg shut. "What's that?" Seamus Finnigan stared at the golden egg and asked, "It's like the scream of a female ghost...Harry, you may have to pass a female ghost next time!"

"It looks like someone is being tortured!" said Neville - his face was pale, and he scattered the sausage meat all over the floor. "You're dealing with the Cruciatus Curse!"

"Don't be silly, Neville, it's not legal," said George. "They can't cast the Cruciatus Curse on a warrior. I think it sounds a bit like Percy singing... maybe you're going to have to shower him hit him when it's time, Harry."

Harry tilted his head noncommittally, he thought it shouldn't be Percy, people couldn't, at least not.

It was almost one o'clock in the morning when Harry finally got back upstairs to his dormitory with Ron, Neville, Seamus and Dean.Before drawing the curtains on the four-poster bed, Harry placed his miniature Hungarian Horntail on the bedside table.Xiaolong yawned, curled up, and closed his eyes.Hagrid had a point, Harry thought as he drew the curtains on the four-poster bed... dragons are pretty cute anyway, really...

The carnival consumed what little energy he had left.Harry collapsed on the bed and fell asleep after a while.

He woke up very early the next morning. Although he became a brave man and won the first match, there was still no way to get rid of the lesson.

December brings high winds, rain and snow to Hogwarts.Although there was always a draft in the castle in winter, every time Harry walked past Durmstrang's big ship moored on the lake, he was grateful for the hot fire and thick walls in the castle.The great ship pitched and tossed in the gale, its black sails billowing and dancing in the dark night sky.

Durmstrang's students are probably suffering from the freezing cold inside.

Harry thought, tightening his heavy clothes, he had to go to Hagrid's Care of Magical Creatures class.The big man has been dazzled by love recently, and the beauty and jerky love makes his head hot like the summer sun at noon.

Hagrid kept supplying Madame Maxime's steeds with their favorite single malt whiskey.The smell of alcohol wafted from the feeding trough in the corner of the temporary stable, making the students in the Protection of Magical Creatures class feel a little dizzy.

It's not great, but it's okay-it's not convenient for them to take care of those ugly and scary-looking snails, but it's convenient for talking.

"I'm not sure if they're hibernating," Hagrid told his shivering class in the pumpkin patch the next class, "we might as well try and see if they want to sleep... we'll put them in the In these boxes..."

Now there are only ten snails left.They still have the desire to kill each other.Today they are each nearly six feet long.Their thick gray coat, their powerful, flailing legs, their exploding fire-breathing tails, and their spines and suction cups, all add up to make the snails the most intriguing sight Harry has ever seen. disgusting stuff.

The students stared listlessly at the large boxes Hagrid had brought out, all covered with pillows and fluffy blankets. "We'll lead 'em in," said Hagrid, "and put the lid on, and see what happens."

Harry gave Ron a wink at this moment, and they gradually retreated to the back of the line.

Their Care of Fantastic Creatures lessons had always been with the Slytherins, who usually stayed behind.Normally, Harry always thought it was a sign that they were too arrogant and contemptuous of others, but now, Harry was quite lucky.

He looked up at Hagrid. Hagrid was busy yelling at other people to move things, so he turned his head reassuringly to find out where Daniel was.

Daniel was nestling in the back fishing.

"Why do we have to come to this meaningless class?" Draco grumbled.

"Because you are a student, and you need to learn something else." Daniel shook the snow off his clothes, and wrapped the coat around himself even harder.

"Then since Mr. Jerome needs to learn something about snails, I think I can help you gain the professor's trust." Draco sneered.

"Forget it. The snails are too ugly." Daniel wrinkled his nose in disgust and sneezed: "Should sleep in the room in this weather."

"I agree with that." Draco admitted, looking up again.He saw the sneaky Harry at a glance.

"Stupid Potter." His eyes drooped down, then raised again: "I'm looking for you, Daniel."

"What?" Daniel rubbed his nose and laughed, "Oh, isn't this our Gryffindor warrior?"

Seeing that he had been spotted, Harry scratched his head in embarrassment, and simply walked over.

"It's a good thing your slug's mind still remembers to avoid other people." Draco said bad things when he opened his mouth.

"..." Harry opened his mouth, but he couldn't refute it after thinking about it—Gryffindor and Slytherin have always been opposites, although Daniel's "heartbeat" attribute is almost all over Hogwarts, It even includes Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, but after all, it's not obvious, and some extreme people can't say anything-Harry just shut up and let him be sarcastic.

He also stopped Ron by the way. After all, they came to find someone to help, not to chat with them.

Harry changed the subject directly, he hesitated to say it directly in front of Draco, but he still made up his mind, after all, Sirius seemed to care about his brother, and that button.

He then recounted Sirius' letter and waited for Daniel's reaction.

"I can't give him what I have here for the time being. I have to ask the professor, and I will give you an answer later - he said that the button is related to his brother? Who is his brother?" Daniel reflexively looked at De Laco, he has always understood the genealogy of nobles.

Draco thought for a moment: "My mother is Sirius Black's older sister, I remember... Sirius' younger brother... his name should be Regulus, right?"

"Do you know your full name?" Daniel asked him.

"Reculus Black... I don't know the middle name." Draco said frankly.

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Daniel: I have to ask the principal first, please come to our unit next week to sign.

A classmate took a break from school for more than a year and gave birth to a child, ah, I’m still single, 55