The Son of Light of the Snake House

"It's okay." Daniel waved his hand, indicating that it's not important. "I can ask the professor... who is that? That fat... lady?"

Draco took a look: "That's Rita Skeeter, a well-known reporter and writer for the Daily Prophet." He sneered: "That woman never tells the truth."

Harry was taken aback, and looked back quickly. Hagrid and the others had just discovered that the snails didn't hibernate, and they didn't like being stuffed into a box covered with pillows and covered.

Hagrid yelled, "Take it easy, take it easy!" the field was already strewn with smoking crate fragments as the snails scuttled through the pumpkins.Most of the classmates had escaped into Hagrid's cabin through the back door and shut themselves in.Some of the other students stayed outside together to help Hagrid.They worked together and managed to subdue nine snails and tie them up, but they also paid a heavy price, with countless burns and scratches on their bodies.In the end, there was only one snail left.

"Hey, don't scare it!" Hagrid yelled, as Hermione shot sparks at the Blast-Ended Whelks—the Blast-Ended Whelks approaching them viciously, the spines on their backs arching and trembling slightly— "Tie a string to its spines so it won't hurt other snails!"

"Yeah, ok, ok...it does look like fun."

That Rita Skeeter was leaning against the fence in Hagrid's vegetable garden, watching the drama.She was wearing a thick magenta gown today with a purple suede collar, and the crocodile handbag dangled from her arm.

Hagrid threw himself on top of it, subduing it.It spewed out a cloud of flames from behind its tail, scorching the pumpkin seedlings nearby.

"Who are you?" Hagrid asked Rita Skeeter, slipping a noose over the snail's spine and fastening it.

"My name is Rita Skeeter, reporter for the Daily Prophet," replied Rita, looking at Hagrid with a wide smile, her gold teeth gleaming.

"It seems that Dumbledore said that you are not allowed to enter the school again." Hagrid said with a slight frown, turning over and getting off the slightly deformed snail, and dragged it towards its companions. .

Rita Skeeter didn't seem to hear Hagrid's words, but still asked him: "What are the names of these charming animals?" She smiled even wider.

"Skreck," Hagrid replied gruffly.

"Really?" Rita said, interested. "I've never heard of it before . . . Where did you get them?"

Harry noticed that Hagrid's face was flushed behind his shaggy black beard, and his heart sank.Where did Hagrid get those snails?He hurried over, opened his mouth and asked, "Hagrid! Uh... those locked up snails look a bit unwell - can you come over?"

He was a little guilty, and kept looking at him, until he saw Ron poking his head out from the side and gesturing to him, before he felt at ease.

"What? I've got to go and see." Hagrid took two steps back, going around to look at the rogue snails.

"Ah, you're here too, Harry!" said Rita Skeeter, turning her face. "So you like Care of Fantastic Creatures, don't you? Is it your favorite class? "

"Yes." Harry said unequivocally.Hagrid heard it keenly, and smiled at him.

"Great," said Rita, "really great. Are the teaching hours long?" she asked Hagrid again.

"Just the second year of teaching!" Hagrid's loud voice made mid-distance conversations stress-free.

"Great... I wonder if you'd like to accept an interview..." Rita Skeeter was all smiles, while Harry's heart was as cold as if he was in an ice cellar.

He also ignored manners, he knew that if Rita Skeeter said it, then Hagrid would definitely agree, and Rita Skeeter would absolutely distort every word Hagrid said, and he had to interrupt it all .

So he interrupted Rita Skeeter loudly: "Hagrid is indeed a good professor! I like him very much——Ma'am, we have to ask Hagrid to take some people to the medical wing first. You continued chatting."

Then he went to pull Hagrid: "Hagrid, some people are injured..." He looked at Hermione, who immediately covered her belly, showing the expression that she had just been beaten here for half an hour.

Then they dragged Hagrid and ran away quickly. Even if they ran far away, Harry could still feel Rita Skeeter's thoughtful eyes on his back, which was hot.

...............

"professor!"

When the voice sounded from the corridor behind him, Severus froze in reflex, and immediately quickened his pace, trying to escape the people behind him within half a minute.

"Professor, professor." The voice gradually approached with the sound of footsteps. "Wait for me, Professor."

Daniel's figure immediately appeared in front of him, still with that smiling face that made Severus want to grit his teeth.

"What's the matter?" He asked indifferently.

"There is indeed something...but I don't know—" Daniel's face was disgustingly sly: "——whether you can make this decision."

So after 5 minutes, they appeared in the principal's office.

Dumbledore put down the black teacup in his hand, and turned around to bring over a box, which was filled with small sparkling white snowflakes.

"Eat glacier snowflakes? I just went to Hogsmeade to buy them yesterday." Dumbledore blinked, and Daniel took it and threw one into his mouth. The cold mint flavor immediately filled his mouth, making him I couldn't help squinting my eyes like a cat.

"What's the matter?" Dumbledore asked.

"There is indeed something about that locket." Daniel said bluntly without intending to be a riddler.

"I got a button from that lake of corpses before, and now that button was taken by Sirius, he said - it belonged to his dead brother." Daniel kept staring at Dumbledore's Looking at his face, there seemed to be some expressions in his eyes, so he continued calmly.

"This fake Slytherin locket you guys gave me back then, I think I can give it to him to check it out - especially RAB. I always think he will give me some clues."

Severus sneered.

Daniel's expression became more serious: "The sixth sense."

"Okay." Dumbledore agreed quickly, and he smiled again: "I have no reason to refuse, isn't there?"

Daniel also laughed: "Maybe we can get a great detective."

The author has something to say:

Riddler get out of Gotham!

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