The Druid Master of Hogwarts

in the Great Hall.

The students at Hogwarts were eating breakfast while studying their class schedule for this semester, and at the same time discussing the test that Dumbledore said, the news that the cat had inquired had already spread from Gryffindor to other houses. , and even the twins' plans were passed on together...

George and Fred were a little unhappy, and nothing else mattered. The key was that after Slytherin knew about it, the twins always felt that they were at a disadvantage.

After thinking about it for a while, Fish didn't go to Hermione for help as Professor McGonagall planned, but went directly to Xia Pei.

It was naturally impossible for Xia Pei to refuse Mao Mao, and they used to accompany Mao Mao to do homework before, but now they just changed their homework to lecturing to Feixu, and there was not much difference in essence.

After a brief breakfast, Fish took Hermione's hand and walked outside the castle. This morning's classes were all outdoors, herbal medicine class and conservation of magical animals class.

It's just because it rained heavily yesterday, the ground outside was very muddy, and the weather was gloomy today, so everyone's interest was not very high, and their attention was still on discussing how to pass the registration test.

Passing through the wet vegetable field, everyone came to the third greenhouse, and Professor Sprout led everyone to an ugly plant...

"Babble tubers." Professor Sprout pointed to the big black, sticky slug, covered with shiny bulging plants, and told everyone cheerfully, "It needs to be squeezed by hand, you guys. To collect its pus..."

All the students except Fisch showed expressions of disgust, while Mao Mao was listening carefully to Professor Sprout's explanation.

Because he had to spend time listening to Sharpe and the others in the evening, Fish decided to temporarily give up Professor McGonagall's story time at night, so that he could not be as distracted as before in class...

When the little skin cat wants to achieve a certain goal, he can be serious and work hard.

In fact, herbal medicine does not require too much thought for Fish, but today the cat is still following Professor Sprout's teaching, put on the dragon leather gloves seriously, and go to squeeze Babo with the classmates. The bulge on the tuber...

To be honest, it was quite interesting and had an inexplicable sense of refreshment, so even if some students were a little disgusted at first, after squeezing for a while, they gradually accepted the job, and even enjoyed it a bit.

When everyone had collected the sticky, yellow-green, and pungent gasoline-smelling liquid from the bulge into the bottle, Professor Sprout said, "Ms. Pomfrey should be happy now. "

She stopped the last bottle with a stopper. "The pus from the balbo tuber is the best remedy for stubborn acne. This will stop students from using drastic measures to get rid of their pimples."

Cat: "..."

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It seems that this class has nothing to do with the registration test...

Anyway, it's still fun after all.

The second session was Hagrid's Conservation of Fantastic Beasts class, where the big guy showed the big guy a creature called the Fritter-Tail Snail.

They are like big lobsters that have been deformed and shelled, white and gray and sticky, with many legs sticking out in all directions, and no head can be seen...

Not much better than balbo tubers.

Of course, Fish didn't have these feelings. He crouched in front of the box containing the fried snails, twitching his nose.

These fried tail snails do exude a fishy smell similar to fish and shrimp, but... they don't smell fresh?

Especially when their tails exploded, the stench was even stronger, like some kind of canned fish that Fish had eaten.

Well, that's one of those rare foods that cats don't like, almost on a par with Marmite.

Fischer squatted on the ground, tilted his head to look at Hagrid, and said, "These things shouldn't be delicious, meow, they all stink..."

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"Uh... these are not for eating..."

Hagrid scratched his bearded chin and explained with a wry smile, "I need you to raise them yourself! We can do a big project!"

"Big project?" Feixu thought for a moment, then asked, "Is it going to be used in the Triwizard Tournament?"

"W-what? Why do you think so?!"

Hagrid was shocked and waved his hands in denial, "They have nothing to do with the Triwizard Tournament!"

Obviously, no one would believe Hagrid's words, and even Slytherin, who had been keeping away from the blasting snails, immediately approached after seeing Hagrid's performance.

If it's something to deal with when signing up for the test, then even if it's a bit gross, people can live with it.

"However, for the recent big project, there is nothing other than the Triwizard Tournament, meow."

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Feixu Miao looked at Hagrid blankly and questioned with reason.

Hagrid's expression was stiff and sluggish for a while, before he let out a long sigh, then rubbed his big head and said helplessly, "It's not settled yet..."

He looked left and right mysteriously, and said in a voice that seemed to be quiet, but in fact did not decrease much: "A certain event in the Triwizard Tournament needs some 'Guardians', Dumbledore asked me to try it out. You can't cultivate some new things... don't talk about this."

Because it may have something to do with the Triwizard Tournament, although other people think this thing is disgusting, but they still endure the discomfort in their hearts and get close to these fried tail snails.

"Okay, you're going to try feeding them a few different things...I haven't raised them before, and I'm not sure what they like to eat...I've prepared ant eggs, frog livers, and green snakes...every Try a little of everything and see if they eat it."

The sluggish Hagrid didn't notice the real mood of the classmates. Seeing everyone gathered around, he thought they were all interested in fried tail snails. He immediately greeted excitedly, and put a bucket full of various ingredients in the crowd. before.

"First the tuber pus, now this again."

Seamus murmured in a low voice, then picked out a slippery dead snake from the bucket, pinched its tail with two fingers, and threw it into a box full of fried tail snails.

Fisher grabbed a handful of frog livers and put it in front of his nose and sniffed.

"This smells better than fried tail snails." Cat Mao said to Hermione beside him.

"You can't eat it!"

Horrified, Hermione covered Fish's mouth, for fear that he would just throw the frog's liver into her mouth.

"Fix has not eaten raw food for a long time, meow!"

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Mao Mao turned his head away and said angrily, "Don't take Fisch for a fool!"

"Hug, sorry..."

Hermione smirked and touched Feishu's cat's head. She knew that she was overreacting, but there was a reason for her overreaction.

During the summer vacation, Hermione became an Animagus, and then the little cat took her to the river and caught two live fish for her to eat. Hermione didn't respond in cat form at the time, but when she recovered, she felt a little nauseated when she recalled it.

Compared to squeezing the pus from Babo's tubers, fried tail snails are a little more dangerous in addition to being disgusting. After a class, several people were injured by their tails. Fortunately, these fried tail snails are still small, and the power of the explosion is not strong. powerful.

At the end of a not-so-pleasant Fantastic Beasts lesson, the Gryffindor students dragged their weary bodies towards the Great Hall.

"When I came down this morning, I had no appetite for lunch... although I was very hungry."

Neville touched his chubby belly and said with a gloomy expression, which was approved by most of the students.

"The most terrifying thing is... the next Conservation of Fantastic Beasts class~www.readwn.com~ We have to deal with that thing..."

Dean stared at his wounded palm and said desperately, "If the final Triwizard Tournament didn't use the blow-off snails, wouldn't we suffer in vain?"

Because of his friendship with Hagrid, Harry didn't go out to join them, but in his heart he thought that Neville and Dean were right, and then he thought that there were two more divination classes in the afternoon, and his mood was even worse. .

A group of people returned to the auditorium in a low mood. At this time, the long table was already full of food, but Harry and the others had no appetite, especially for things like pumpkin soup, and no one wanted to touch it.

Only Fish, as usual, devoured the food with great pleasure, occasionally feeding Hermione a mouthful of food.

Seeing the envy of others...

Especially girls.

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