Conquest knights from Hogwarts

Chapter 95

"I really didn't do this, it's obviously Peeves"

Under the supervision of Professor Sprout, Ron, who wrapped himself up tightly, waved his wand to magically scrape off the splashed dragon dung on the walls, floors and even the ceiling, and then used the floating spell to form a ball. A lump, although in the end the black and green dragon dung was directly wrapped with a bubble head spell to isolate its smell, but the visual impact did not change at all.

Under the farewell of a group of little wizards in grades [-] and [-] with shocked faces and thumbs up, Ron "picked" the manure and followed Professor Sprout to the fermentation tank next to the greenhouse.

"I know not, honey."

Professor Sprout, who has regained his pleasant face, is very easy to talk to. The dragon dung she has been thinking about has returned. Although Quirrell took a few pounds away, she is still very satisfied in general, feeling like she has found it again. It's that comfortable.

"However, what Principal Dumbledore said is indeed correct. Your magic is very efficient. An ordinary little wizard can't make a thousand-pound thing float, or even carry it away."

"Five points for Gryffindor, would you like to come to the greenhouse to help in the future? There is a shortage of people here."

Professor Sprout looked at Ron with admiring eyes. This is a rare and perfect manure picker, and his efficiency is higher than that of a dozen little wizards.

"Professor Kekeke, how is Neville doing?" Gu Zuo said that the other Ron tried to change the topic, "Neville seems to be quite talented in herbal medicine?"

"Not very talented, but very good!"

As soon as he heard Neville, Professor Sprout couldn't stop smiling, "A very talented child, it's only been a few months, he can take care of the devil's net independently, and There is no need to scare it with flames, this child, like me, has an innate affinity for magical plants, he can feel the emotions of plants, and he can comfort them."

"The most important thing is that he is very hard-working. I have never seen a first-year wizard who can be as patient as him and concentrate on doing this. It is a pity that he does not come to Hufflepuff."

Listening to Professor Sprout rambling about Neville, Ron nodded and agreed, Neville, you can take care of the heavy burden of transporting excrement for the herb greenhouse.

Although Professor Sprout's invitation was very touching, Ron finally rejected the lucrative job (referring to extra points).

"Unite as one."

After saying the password to the fourth door on the left of the confused Boris statue on the fifth floor, Ron pushed open the door of the prefect's bathroom, which was filled with a faint white mist. There is nothing like soaking in the bathroom after picking out dung. Taking a bath in comfort is even more enjoyable.

The password here was told by Percy. Few people come to the prefect’s bathroom, not because they don’t like to enjoy it, but because it is too far away from their respective lounges, so there is no need to make a detour here. There is a similar The pool is like a small swimming pool, but there are a circle of faucets around the edge, and after unscrewing, different colors, aromas, and bubbles of bath liquid can flow out.

There is even a small springboard for diving. This is a special place for prefects, male and female student union presidents, and Quidditch captains to enjoy. It is a place for them to relax after working hard for students and school.

However, the other two reasons why few people come here are probably that there are no male and female baths here, and there are
"Good evening, Myrtle."

Ron waved to the ghost emerging from the pool. This was not the first time he had met Myrtle.

"Oh, why is it you again?"

Myrtle said quietly, Ron's body shape is really not what she likes, so it's rare that Myrtle didn't have the slightest idea of ​​harassing Ron.

"Why do you still feel disgusted by peeping at me in the shower? Isn't it because of you peeping openly that no one comes to this bathroom?"

"You are killing me!" The specter wearing glasses flew up from the pool, and her eyes filled with tears in an instant.

"You must be despising me."

"Stop, stop! Stop, stop!" Ron said quickly with a speechless face. She really had a headache for this stingy, sensitive and crying ghost.

"People need to respect each other, right?"

Ron pointed at the Myrtle ghost, and then at himself.

"Ah."

She has always been very sensitive to her own death, and when Ron used people to refer to her, Myrtle was very happy to hold back her tears.

"When a boy is taking a bath, as a girl, shouldn't you avoid it?"

"But here is a mixed bath for men and women. There is no sign in the prefect's bathroom to separate the entrances for men and women."

Myrtle flew happily around the sky.

"But you can, because I have no interest in you at all. Boys should be well-proportioned, tall and handsome, and you will soon grow into an orangutan."

"Don't run! Don't run if you have the ability!"

"Hahahahahahaha~~~~"

Myrtle burrowed into the bottom of the sink with a long echoing laugh, and then followed the pipe back to the girls' bathroom on the second floor where she was supposed to be.

The days after Christmas are nothing worse than being peeped by myrtle in the bath and being dismissed and buried as an orangutan. Although Easter is also a small holiday after that, it is filled with countless homework. Each duel has become a very luxurious enjoyment for the young wizards.

Hermione, who had exactly the same ideas as the professors, also started to prepare for the exam review as early as this time. She also thoughtfully prepared their own review plans for the three friends, and she also had the possibility to modify the plans as the follow-up teaching' After sales service', which made both Harry and Neville's heads pop twice.

"Hagrid has a letter."

Luxie, who came back from Hagrid's house, had a small note in his mouth. Hagrid's handwriting was crooked, as if he was writing these words with his hands shake.

"What's wrong? What did Hagrid say?"

Harry, who was being forced to drown in the book, rubbed his eyes and raised his head. Neville could still run away with the excuse of helping Professor Sprout take care of the greenhouse, but Harry didn't have such a good condition. Professor Pu needs his help to boil the potion, right?He was more than a disservice to help.

"Hagrid got a dragon egg."

Ron lowered his voice and whispered in Harry and Hermione's ears, telling us to come over for tea later.

"Dragon eggs?!" Harry widened his eyes excitedly, this matter is much more interesting than any review.

"But that's contraband! How did Hagrid get it?"

Hermione said with a serious expression, they had plans to give Hagrid a dragon training ground, and Hermione had already made inquiries and researches about this knowledge, and she always liked to plan ahead.

"Just look at it and see."

"Thank you Lukexi, but where have you been recently? I haven't seen you for a long time."

"Wow~"

"Lu Wei recognizes you as the eldest brother?"

Ron looked at his little one strangely. Although he is already one year old now, and Lukexi has entered adulthood, but it is only one meter long, and the caracal cat, which is like a little leopard, is still very small in front of Lu Wei. little guy.

"Wow~"

"Can you beat Mrs. Norris? So you also succeeded in becoming Lu Wei's big brother? All right, all right, I believe you, our Lukexi is the best."

He reached out and picked up his obedient and handsome big cat, rubbed his head and threw it on the ground. Ron cleaned up the books on the table, and the three of them and one cat walked out of the doorway towards the Forbidden Forest.

Before they reached Hagrid's house, they saw a tree as thick as two people hugging each other, which was broken by violence, and was dragged out of the Forbidden Forest by Hagrid with one hand.

"Hagrid! What are you doing here?"

Ron yelled at Hagrid, even if it means cutting down trees and burning firewood, it's too much.

"You are here!"

Hagrid waved and shouted at them angrily, then threw the giant tree on the open space next to the hut, and raised his fist!
"Bang~bang~bang~"

The tree trunk that had been smashed into four pieces was casually thrown together by him, and an oversized wood chopping ax that could be used as a beheading ax was placed aside.

"Dragon eggs need to be warmed by a fire to hatch. I'm collecting firewood."

Hagrid picked up the ax unhurriedly, and quickly and skillfully hacked this dead giant tree into pieces as thick as an arm with super-standard brute force. It took less than 10 minutes before and after. The three of them stayed in a daze for a long time.

"Ollivander will definitely roll up his sleeves and fight you Hagrid! This is a holly tree that is at least 100 years old!"

"What kind of dragon did you hatch? The Diamond Star Dragon or the True Red-Eyed Black Dragon?"

"This is no better than a Muggle holly tree. I saw a Bowtruckle watching at the gate of the Forbidden Forest with snot and tears! This tree is enough for you to buy half an adult dragon, and you actually use it as firewood to hatch eggs ?”

"Really?" Hagrid scratched his head indifferently, what is a half-headed fire dragon, does it have its own dragon egg fragrance?

"Anyway, there are quite a few deep in the forest. If I didn't think it was too big to move, there would be many thicker ones."

"But this is good wood, right! It must be very good to burn. I read the book. When the wood with magic power burns, it will make the dragon egg feel like it is surrounded by mother's breath. Ordinary wood can't do this. .”

Hagrid, whose head was full of dragon eggs, rubbed his hands. He carried a bundle of chopped firewood and put it on the drying rack. The weather has been fine these days, and it will dry out after two days in the sun.

"Come, come, come and see, I won a card game yesterday when I went to the Pig's Head Bar for a drink! This is a rare dragon egg, a Norwegian Ridgeback!"

Hagrid waved his big hand and invited the three of them into the steaming, smoldering kiln-like hut. The heat wave radiated by the exuberant bonfire made Fang stuck out his tongue and drooped his ears weakly.

"Say it, Hagrid."

Ron closed the door.

"You have committed a serious crime, you should explain it yourself, or I will ask."

"How do you say that?"

"Don't scare me, Ron! Didn't we agree to raise dragons?"

(End of this chapter)