The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

After the first project, Hogwarts entered December, and the weather suddenly became cold. Strong winds and blizzards swept through the Scottish Highlands, pouring cold drafts into Hogwarts Castle.

At this time, it is undoubtedly a kind of happiness to lean against the thick stone wall, feel the warmth brought by the fireplace, and listen to the howling of the wind outside. Life must have been tough for Durmstrang's students, because their ghost ship didn't look like it could protect them from the elements. Whenever a strong wind blows, the boat will bump and rise with the water in the black lake, and the sails will fly in the wind. Such a living environment cannot be called good. Ordinary people will be vomited within half a day after going up there. Although Durmstrang's students are tough, their endurance is limited. So they would spend as much time as possible in Hogwarts Castle, returning to the cabin together until bedtime.

Madame Maxime's giant horses were very picky and drank only single malt whisky. After the weather turned cold, Hagrid also increased the supply of whiskey, filling the entire stable with the smell of alcohol. The alcohol was so strong that students who came to class would be tipsy.

Of course, Hagrid very thoughtfully provided the students with a sober-up helper: the Blast-Ended Skrewt.

Now these fried-tailed snails are no longer creatures like shrimps. Each of them is six feet long, with a thick gray protective covering, their erected legs become extremely powerful, and their tails can breathe fire, plus spines and suckers...

Tom thought this creature was nothing short of a magical tank.

"If Dumbledore had the help of these things, maybe the mysterious man would end up in Azkaban." Tom said half-jokingly. The bomb-tailed snail, a terrifying magical animal, is definitely not a species that normal wizards can match. When encountering it in the wild, the best strategy is to escape.

"I hope Hagrid won't throw this kind of thing into the Forbidden Forest." Hermione glanced in the direction of the Forbidden Forest with pity.

Hagrid was currently moving some large wooden boxes filled with pillows and blankets.

"We are going to try to find out whether the blast-ended snails hibernate. Come on, let's put them into the box together, then close the lid and see what happens." Hagrid said as he directed the little wizards Go and bring the Blast-Ended Skrewt into the crate.

With Tom on the side, it seemed unreliable no matter how I looked at it. Animals do have hibernation, and hibernation occurs in mammals, arthropods, terrestrial shellfish, amphibians, reptiles and other species. But Tom instinctively felt that the snails would not hibernate.

The reason is also very simple. Who has seen hibernating animals showing no signs before hibernating? They don’t even eat extra to conserve energy! Take your head to hibernate!

Hibernation is not about finding a hole, lying down, and then falling asleep - that's what bears do, but bears are not in true hibernation, but in a state close to sleep. Hibernation is an extremely complex state that requires a long period of preparation. Animals cannot hibernate immediately if they want to.

Seeing the snails jumping around, Tom felt that they were a little far away from hibernating.

Hagrid may be trying to induce hibernation through passive hibernation by changing the photoperiod, food and external temperature, but this is of some use to hamsters, but for snails, all I can say is that Hagrid is happy.

As expected, the snails didn't appreciate it. They reduced the box to pieces, rampaged through Hagrid's pumpkin patch, and had a serious conflict with Buckbeak. It's just that these reptiles can't hurt the flying Buckbeak, and Buckbeak's claws and beak can hardly leave real wounds on the blast-tailed snails.

The students, who were already not very interested, fled, ran into Hagrid's hut, and locked themselves in the room.

Tom looked at the chaotic scene and sighed. Hagrid obviously studied with Newt last semester, so why is he still so clueless this semester? Are things like Blast-Ended Skrewts really suitable for little wizards to learn from?

But he couldn't stand aside and watch Hagrid's jokes.

He gestured for Hermione to come closer to him.

"Use the levitation spell to make these big guys float first! This will make it easier for us to control them!" Tom shouted to the students around him who were still willing to clean up the mess.

"Three, two, one, Wingardium Leviosa!" Sixty-seven floating spells hit a particularly vicious Explosive-Tailed Skrewt at the same time, and it floated up all of a sudden.

Tom dropped it very deliberately, making it belly up. Sure enough, this fierce blow-tailed snail threatened to plummet after breaking off the ground. Even though its tail swung wildly and sprayed out sparks, even though the spikes on its back were all arched, and even though it was mobilizing every muscle in its body, it still couldn't break free from the floating spell cast by several wizards. .

"Tie it up with rope!"

Without Tom shouting, the little wizard who was still around conjured up ropes and tied up the blast-ended snails tightly.

Everyone followed the same method and quickly subdued the snails one by one. These guys were surprisingly easy to deal with after they were on their backs.

"Interesting creatures." Rita Skeeter appeared at the edge of Hagrid's vegetable patch at some unknown time. She leaned on the fence and watched the farce, feeling a little regretful in her heart: Why were no students seriously injured? If he or she is injured, he or she will have good news material.

After Hagrid and other students subdued the last squid together, they looked at Rita Skeeter.

"I'm Rita Skeeter, a reporter for the Daily Prophet. Can I know the names of these charming animals?" Rita smiled brightly, and the big gold teeth in her mouth were shining.

"They are Blast-Ended Skrewts." Hagrid dragged the Blast-Ended Skrewt forcefully and put it together with his companions.

"That's it...where did you get them? Do they have any special effects? By the way, is the hippogriff the one that seriously injured a student before?" Rita He took out a shorthand notebook and parchment from his handbag, and seemed to be planning to conduct an interview on the spot.

"This is our food. It tastes very delicious. Do you want some special Hogwarts dishes?" Tom came out and took the initiative to change the subject. Because he knew that if Rita continued to ask questions like this, Hagrid would probably be sent to Azkaban.

Tom figured out with his toes that the origins of these blast-ended skrewts were shady - what serious wizard would cultivate such a thing?

"Ha, Tom Yoder! So these things are food - wait, you said this is food?!" Rita was very happy when she saw Tom, but she suddenly heard something terrible .

Blast-tailed snails, food? Are you serious?

Rita looked at the strange-shaped snails with a dull look on her face. Even in the UK, this thing is evil enough!

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