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After nearly a year of running-in, the reading club is now developing very well. Under the guidance and organization of Ryan and Hermione, the book club is developing in the direction they expect.

For example, at a reading meeting, Ryan carefully explained the principle of magic when dealing with giant dragons, and pointed out that the principle of magic was based on electromagnetic induction and was directly inspired by a sci-fi weapon of Muggles (the electromagnetic gun was in 1994). sci-fi weapons). No one in the book club showed dissatisfaction after hearing this, and even when everyone left, a few pure-blood wizards were still curiously asking various Muggle technology questions related to electromagnetism.

Hermione was the main instructor in the reading club, and she was very interested in this position. On the one hand, she can use this to promote her own ideas, and on the other hand, she can find her own shortcomings through teaching others and improve her own level. Not to mention that the position also provides her with some prestige.

At this time, Hermione was sitting in the library doing her homework in Ancient Rune, and her quill left beautiful letters on the parchment. At this time, Ryan was sitting opposite her and determined the position and effect of a certain rune in magic by calculating.

December brought high winds and rain and snow to Hogwarts, which brought a chill in the old castle. Fortunately, this year, whether it is Beauxbatons' carriage parked in the empty field or the Durmstrang galleon floating on the Black Lake, it looks much colder than the castle. With the other two schools for comparison, many Hogwarts students felt that the chill in the castle was nothing.

But the wind and sleet outside the window. Let the students who need to go outdoors for a class on the protection of magical creatures under such circumstances are very fond of the hot fire and thick walls in the castle. After all, even the cold corridor in the castle is more comfortable than blowing the wind outside. But skipping class is definitely not acceptable, Ryan can only bite the bullet and go to the playground below.

Hagrid hasn't devoted all of his energy to teaching lately, and every now and then he needs to leave to fill the manger in front of Beauxbaton's Pegasus with their favorite single malt whisky. The smell of alcohol wafted from the feed trough in the corner of the temporary stable, making the little wizards dizzy. According to a certain Gryffindor elementary school girl, a bottle of this grade of wine in the Muggle world costs about 20 pounds, and it can be seen from this that Beauxbatons is indeed rich.

But this sultry wine smell is not good for class, because everyone in the class needs to cheer up and take care of these terrible fried tail snails. After months of cannibalism, there were now only ten bomb-tailed snails left in Hagrid's place. But each of these is nearly six feet long. Bombshells with thick grey protective layers and powerful, wiggly legs aren't a safe bet, especially with their exploding, fire-breathing tails and what looks like lethal spines and suckers.

"I'm not sure if they're hibernating," Hagrid said to his classmates, who were shivering in the pumpkin patch. "Let's try it out and see if they want to sleep... We put them in these boxes... "

"Hagrid, aren't you joking?" Ryan said in his heart that the fried tail snail was more energetic than any student on the playground now, and he didn't think there was any need for these things to hibernate. Ryan felt more absurd, especially when Hagrid took out the big box with thick blankets and pillows.

The box that can hold the six-foot-long snail can also hold anyone on the field except Hagrid. Ryan thinks he needs to get into this box now in the cold wind than the lively snails. to get warm.

Sure enough, those fried-tail snails don't need to hibernate, especially if they don't like being stuffed into a pillow-covered box with a lid on. Soon, these fried tail snails became agitated,

Try to smash the box and climb out.

"Stunned." Ryan took out his wand and gave the stunned snail in the box a stun spell, finally calming it down. Later, with the help of the Gryffindor classmates, Ryan and Hermione knocked out the other four bomb-tailed snails that belonged to the Gryffindor students in this class with a stun spell.

The Slytherin side was a step late. When they reacted, three bomb-tailed snails successfully shattered the box and escaped. As a result, with Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle at the head, the Slytherins fled directly into Hagrid's cabin through the back door and locked themselves in it, seeing that the situation was not good.

"The pure blood of these Slytherins are too--" Ryan was speechless to these Slytherins who were running away. What about the perfect magic tutor of the pure blood family? This kind of style of planting one's own mess and leaving it behind for others to clean up is really not noble.

Ryan waved his wand while complaining about some of his colleagues in this past life. With his spellcasting, a pillar suddenly appeared on the ground and overturned an exploding snail, revealing a poorly defended abdomen. After that, everyone stunned the fried tail snail with a mess of magic spells.

"That's why our family thinks that the word pure-blood traitor is more honorable." Ron said as he cast an obstacle spell on the blowing tail to prevent it from advancing. "Those Slytherins are the ones who sully the word pureblood."

"You don't hurt it." Hagrid said with a heartache when he saw the Gryffindors rain all kinds of spells on the last blow-tail snail.

"Students are much more important than these monsters. When will Hagrid realize that?" Harry said angrily as he watched Hagrid run to the half-dead slug and babble. If it weren't for the attack from everyone just now, he would have almost burned his head with the sparks shot by the exploding snails.

Because the fried tail snails are in a coma now, after moving these fried tail snails back to the cellar, Hagrid explained to the textbook for the remaining half of the class, which appeared in the first game of this Triwizard Tournament. The knowledge of those dragons in .

I have to say that Hagrid's knowledge of magical creatures is indeed worthy of his status as a professor, especially for those "cute" who are interested in him. Hagrid knew better than most wizards.

In the remaining half of the class, even if there was no real object as a reference, what Hagrid told still succeeded in attracting everyone. Even those Slytherin students took a keen interest in the content of the class.

Towards the end of get out of class, Rita Skeeter, dressed in a thick magenta robe and with a crocodile-skin handbag on her arm, got out of nowhere.

"Who are you?" Hagrid asked directly when he saw him.

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

"It seems that Dumbledore said that you are not allowed to enter the school again." Hagrid frowned slightly.

Rita pretended not to hear this sentence, and said in a curious tone, "The dragon you just described is really professional, how did you master so much knowledge?"

Questions like this were so irritating to Hagrid that he immediately forgot about Professor Dumbledore's ban on Rita Skeeter and started gushing, and even as he was leaving after class, Ryan heard Hagrid and Rita Skeeter made an appointment to meet at Three Broomsticks later this week for a long talk.

"I hope he doesn't say anything about breeding some illegal creatures before." Hermione said when returning to the castle. "Even if it's normal, that woman will distort it into sensational content. If she knows what Hagrid has done before, it will definitely be very bad."

"Maybe I can take this opportunity to get rid of those exploding tail snails." Ryan felt that this kind of thing would also have a good side.

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