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Popular Web NovelsChapter 442 Hagrid, you are no longer a novice professorChapter 442 Hagrid, you are no longer a novice professor

The sky is bright and clear after the rain, the fragrance of grass and soil is everywhere, and there are trembling water drops on the branches and leaves of the plants.

The cool breeze of the Forbidden Forest blew over my cheeks and passed through the gaps in my hair. The tip of my nose and earlobes felt the moisture after the rain. I was keenly aware of the coldness. The strange smell and chest tightness in the greenhouse were quickly blown away. Dispersed.

The fourth grade Gryffindor and Slytherin wizards stood in the open space, their eyes constantly looking at the giant professor and several strange wooden boxes next to him.

"Good morning! Children!"

Hagrid had a bright smile on his face, and his beard as lush as weeds trembled enthusiastically: "I am very happy to still be your professor of Care of Magical Creatures this school year, and appreciate the charm of these cute guys with you!"

"I really should drop out of this class. I don't know if it's too late to regret it now..." Ron muttered in a low voice and subconsciously took two steps back. Harry's face was also a little pale.

Loren and Hermione looked at their expressions, feeling an ominous premonition in their hearts.

Poof!

A faint explosion suddenly came from the box.

"Look, these little guys can't wait to get to know you!" Hagrid said with a smile, "You guys definitely don't want to miss this - the Blast-Ended Skrewt!"

The few who are close by The young Gryffindor wizards curiously approached each other and showed disgusted expressions. Lavender Brown jumped back several steps in a panic and screamed: "Disgusting!"

< br>They were a group of deformed, shelled large lobsters, gray in color and covered with viscous liquid, with many legs sticking out in a haphazard manner, and no heads could be seen. There are about a hundred of them in each box, each about six inches long. They are stacked on top of each other and crawling around like dense maggots. Just looking at them will make people feel a strong sense of discomfort.

These things seem to have no intelligence and keep bumping against the four walls of the box. Whenever they are knocked dizzy, some sparks will be shot out from the tail, pushing the body forward a few inches and bursting out a burst of energy. The pungent smell of rotten fish and shrimp.

Hagrid seemed very fond of these little monsters whose bugs were not like bugs and lobsters were not like lobsters. He said proudly: "It took a manticore and 60 fire crabs to create these cute monsters. Little guys, these are just hatched...you can raise them yourself! We can start a big project!"

Hermione was stunned for a moment, then turned to Loren and whispered, "This seems to be illegal... the "Animal Breeding Experiments Prohibition Act" was promulgated and implemented as early as 1965."

Loren fell silent, He and Hermione stared at each other for a few seconds, then sighed: "Let's go to class first, and I'll explain it to Hagrid later."

Hermione also sighed and looked at the densely packed The squirming Blast-Ended Skrewt felt a little tired.

Hagrid was still introducing his little cuties enthusiastically: "...the content of this lesson is to determine their food. You have to try to feed them several different things. I prepared ants. Eggs, frog livers, and green snakes... try a little of each to see if they eat it."

"First it was the tuber pus, and now this." Seamo felt worried. 's sigh.

The young Gryffindor wizards who had just finished their Herbology class felt the same way and tentatively approached the box. Their expressions were distorted by the smell, and some even retched.

Out of their deep feelings for Hagrid, the Gryffindor wizards did as Hagrid said. The Slytherin wizard stood there and hesitated for a few minutes, and finally Germany Laco and Theodore Nott took the lead...

They grabbed handfuls of greasy frog livers and put them in the box to lure the snails.

Different from the tubers in the previous lesson, Hermione got goosebumps all over when she saw these small things that looked like oversized maggots. She really didn't want to touch them, so she could only watch Loren observe these snails.

Loren pinched the small piece of wood he picked up from the ground and poked the soft flesh on the back of the snail. The irritated tail of the snail exploded with a bang, and an unpleasant smell mixed with it spewed out, pushing the explosion. The tailed snail moved forward some distance.

It seems to have inherited the magic power of the fire crab, and its physical shape is more like a manticore.

Loren rubbed his nose in disgust. Even the smell of onion, ginger and garlic could not be removed, so it was marked as inedible.

In addition, this kind of animal that is a cross between a fire crab and a manticore has only biological instincts and no reason. Loren can only perceive low-level calm and violent emotions from them, unlike Other magical animals, even ordinary salamanders, can convey feelings of joy and sadness.

Fortunately, he could still calm them down. Loren rubbed the small stick on the grass blades and held his breath to open a few more blast-ended snails.

These little things are not exactly the same. Some have spikes on their abdomens, and some have octopus sucker-like organs on their abdomens.

With this shape and position, Loren began to think that these were the sexual organs of the snails. The ones with spikes on their abdomens were male snails, and the ones with suckers on their abdomens were female snails. However, subsequent observations seemed to overturn this. this conclusion.

When the green snake is handed over, the male snail will pierce the sharp thorn into the body of the emerald snake, and the body will squirm and make a sucking movement. It seems to have the habit of sucking blood. The female snail will swallow it with a sucker. Frog liver...

So this is not a sexual organ, but a mouthpart for eating.

Loren here made a huge fuss during his class. The little wizards screamed without stopping. Dean's hand was injured in a blast, and Lavender was injured in the belly of a bomb-tailed snail. The sharp thorn stung him. But that's probably pointless, since the squid has no mouth at all.

The moment the bell rang for the end of get out of class, the little wizards left the open space and ran towards the castle. They urgently needed a bath.

The pale Draco immediately threw away the frog liver in his hand, raised his legs several steps away from the wooden box, then took a few strong breaths, slowly regained his composure, and took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands carefully. slime on.

Hagrid was standing nearby, and Draco couldn't help but complained coldly: "What's the use of raising such a thing? No one wants it as a pet, it can explode people, and it can Stinging people..."

Hagrid stood aside blankly, opened his mouth but did not say anything. He thought desperately for a few seconds and only said dryly: "This class is over, next time Maybe we will find out its usefulness in this lesson."

Draco glanced at him coldly, threw the handkerchief to Goyle, and left without looking back.

"Ignore him Hagrid!" Harry trotted up to Hagrid and glanced at the wooden box. Although he thought Malfoy was not entirely wrong, he still comforted him, "Although they don't look very attractive, they are It doesn't mean that they are useless."

Ron came over and nodded: "Yes, just like the fire dragon, although they are ugly, it does not affect the thirteen magical powers of the fire dragon blood. Useful."

Hagrid smiled at them from behind his shaggy beard, and Harry and Ron also grinned, although the sting on their hands was still a little painful.

Hermione walked over slowly, looked at Hagrid's smile, and hesitated for a moment: "Hagrid, I think it's best not to let the Blast-Ended Skrewt appear again in the next class."

Hagrid had a somewhat aggrieved expression on his face: "But, they...Harry just said that although they don't look very good-looking, it doesn't mean that they are useless...as long as I figure them out." What do you want to eat..."

Harry and Ron kept nodding, seeming to defend Hagrid.

"When you figure out what they eat, it won't take long for them to grow to six feet long..."

Loren threw away the small wooden stick, clapped his hands, stood up and said, "Then The Ministry of Magic has enough evidence to arrest you. If we can't pay the fine, we will have to go to Azkaban to visit you in the future."

Harry and Ron stared in confusion. A squirming snail in a wooden box.

"Hagrid, you are no longer an inexperienced Care of Magical Creatures professor..."

Hermione's earnest tone was very much like Professor McGonagall: "I believe that no one in the entire Hogwarts knows magical beasts better than you, no one knows how to take care of these little guys in your mouth better than you, and you are better than Keltber." Professor En knows how to communicate with them better, and how to protect himself from being hurt..."

The three people listening were silent for a moment, recalling that when Hagrid raised Norbert, they felt that it was not Hagrid than Kai Professor Altburn knows how to communicate better, but his body is stronger and he will not be bitten to pieces with arms or legs.

"This is why President Dumbledore is willing to hire you to be our professor..." Hermione's face tightened, her expression was serious, and her words changed, "But a mature professor can't just understand animals, you You also need to understand the Ministry of Magic's regulations on magical animals."

"Mr. Newt Scamander promulgated the "Prohibition of Animal Breeding Experiments Act" in 1965. I think your Blast-Ended Skrewt has definitely not obtained it. The experiment is approved, not to mention that the objects to be cultivated include manticores, dangerous creatures of level 5X. The sentence is enough for you to stay in Azkaban until we graduate!"

The hybrid giant lowered his head, With his shoulders slumped, he looked at the squirming snails in the wooden box without saying a word, looking lost and guilty like a hound being scolded next to him.

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The four little wizards stepped across the edge of the vegetable field. The emerald green grass blades swayed, shaking off the water droplets on the blades and quietly sinking into the soil, making the path even muddy after the rain.

"Hermione, what you just said to Hagrid...is it too serious?" Harry whispered.

Although he also believed that the Blast-Ended Skrewt should be strangled in the cradle, he couldn't bear to think of the tall, broad-shouldered giant wiping tears on the box.

"It's not serious." Loren replied, "Acromantula, Norbert the Fire Dragon, Hippogriff, and fresh Explosive-tailed Skrewts… Hagrid said he would change it last year. His own bad habits, but if he continues like this, he will be sent to Azkaban sooner or later."

"That's right..." Harry sighed deeply. He really didn't know when Hagrid would grow up.

"Oops!" Ron suddenly stopped, "Malfoy won't report Hagrid to the Ministry of Magic, he looked very dissatisfied just now!"

"!! "

Harry's expression gradually became serious, and some not-so-good memories flashed before his eyes.

(End of this chapter)