Harry Potter's Bastard

After the dinner, the students dispersed, but they continued to celebrate in the common room - this is Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, Solim went straight back to the dormitory, Draco had wanted to continue some activities, but seeing that Solim was not in high spirits, the students dispersed.

There was a high-pitched, shrill noise in the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff common rooms almost simultaneously, and the students all looked at the golden eggs in amazement after the source of the sound had been turned off.

"What the hell is that?" asked Harry's roommate, Seamus, rubbing his ears, "It sounds like a female ghost's cry." "

"Maybe the next project is for you to pass a female ghost?"

Harry and Hermione glanced at each other, Solim had already told them about all the events of the Triwizard Tournament, and the next one was in the Black Lake. Thinking of this, Harry suddenly didn't want to stay here anymore, and he had to practice the Bubble Head Charm.

"A jam tart, Hermione?" Fred grinned as he handed over a plate.

Hermione looked suspiciously at the plate he handed over.

"Don't worry," said George beside Fred, "I didn't do anything to them. What you need to watch out for is custard biscuits—"

"Ahem—" Neville had just taken a bite of the custard cookie, choking on it and spitting it out.

Fred laughed, "I'm just kidding, don't worry." "

"That's right – just a little joke. George winked at him.

"Bang!" At that moment, Neville suddenly turned into a large canary, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

"Oh my God, what did you give him?" Hermione was startled.

"Custard cookies—" Fred said with a wicked grin.

"That's right—it's just that we enchanted it. George said.

Thankfully, in less than a minute, Neville had taken off his feathers, and when all the feathers were gone, he was completely normal again. He even laughed with the others.

"Canary biscuits!" shouted Fred to the crowd, "George and I invented seven silver sirls a piece, which is very cheap!"

The Gryffindor students were very interested.

"Are you sure these things are legitimate?" Hermione squinted at Neville, who was still silly.

"And you're sure that this transformation won't do any harm?" Hermione read a lot of books and thought a lot. Don't eat those candies and never come back.

"Don't worry about Hermione—"

"We've tested these things on ourselves—"

"We're sure it won't have any effect—"

"Where did you get the money to do these experiments?" Hermione, who was Hermione, quickly sensed the crux of the matter. She was well aware of the Weasleys' financial situation, and there was no way the Weasleys could get too much money to do these experiments.

Fred and George looked at each other, leaned over to Hermione's side, and said mysteriously, "That's a big donor, and he supports our cause." "

"And gave us a start-up capital. "

"And it also gives us a lot of recipes from old families. "

"We have avoided a lot of detours. "

"Even though our stupid brother had a very unpleasant quarrel with him—"

"But he never had anything to say about us......"

"Wait a minute!" Hermione felt more and more amiss. "You're not talking about Solim, are you?"

"Of course it's him," the twins said in unison, "and he also provided a secret passage to Hogsmeade. "

Fred looked at the students around him who were raising their glasses and said, "Why don't you think those butterbeers came from?"

"You're talking about behind the statue of the One-Eyed Witch?" Hermione and Harry walked through the secret passage together.

"That's right. George clasped his hands to his heart, "Oh, he's helped us so much, if I were a girl, I would have written him a love letter a long time ago." "

Hermione looked at George with an awkward expression.

Eventually, with Professor McGonagall's strong intervention, the students reluctantly returned to their dormitories after being left in a mess.

December brought strong winds, rain and snow to Hogwarts. Despite the winter breeze in the castle, the thought of the fireplace burning in the lounge and the thick masonry structure of the castle made the students feel glad they were living at Hogwarts, not like the students at Durmstrang: the December winds caused the boats moored on the shores of the Black Lake to shake all the time, and the students were wondering if Durmstrang's students would get seasick.

Today's Magical Creature Protection Class is still a disgusting creature like a fried tail snail. Originally, Hagrid would have the students take them for a "walk" or feed them, but today Hagrid simply asked the students to observe the creatures and record their characteristics.

Harry noticed that Hagrid was in a depressed mood, his eyes were red and swollen, and he was obviously crying.

Seeing a gap, Harry slipped over to Hagrid.

"What happened?" Hagrid had never been so low, even when Buckbeak might have been sentenced to death.

"Aragog—he's dead—"

Of course, Harry knew who Aragog was, and he had seen it in Voldemort's diary - an eight-eyed spider that Hagrid had raised in the castle, only to be slandered by Voldemort as causing Myrtle's death, and had Hogwarts expel Hagrid.

"What's going on?" asked Hermione.

"Those people at the Ministry of Magic say Aragog is the murderer—" Hagrid's eyes began to flush again as he spoke, "Durmstrang's two warriors—they died in its lair." "

Harry and the others' eyes widened in shock.

"Warriors—dead?" Ron swallowed, "Are you saying those two warriors from the same school as Krum are dead?"

"You know, Aragog never hurt me, and neither did his children. Hagrid wiped away her tears, "I told them they couldn't eat people—Aragog listened to me all along. "

Hermione quickly thought of something after her shock.

"Harry, Solim said the third project was in the Forbidden Forest, right?"

Indeed, Solim said at the time that the third project was in the Forbidden Forest. "Harry remembers the Triwizard Tournament very well.

"Wait a minute!" said Ron, "the third project? What do you mean? Harry, you haven't even solved the clue to the golden egg." "

Hermione shook her hair impatiently, "Harry already knew what the second project was, in fact, Harry already knew all the projects, and Harry had been practicing the Flying Charm before the first project began. "

"I'm going to give him a funeral tonight, can you come?" Hagrid looked wistfully at the three men in front of him.

"Don't worry, it's not going to be late. Hagrid added. "If I meet professors, I'll explain it to them. "

"We—we're going to give a spider—a funeral?" said Ron, grinning.