Hogwarts: Harley from The Witch Way

Chapter 107 Carnivorous slug... Sandwich?

After hearing what Harry said, Hermione nodded thoughtfully, and then felt a little regretful:

It's a pity, my parents said before school started that they would take me to France this holiday, so I probably won't be able to watch the game.

This game will not be shown to the public. Harley ruthlessly shattered Hermione's fantasy, There are no spectators to watch the scene, at most there are only a few reporters.

Come on, as long as you ask Professor Snape, the professor will definitely agree. Hermione pouted,

The professor is so partial to you. Forget it, I read the reports and dynamic photos in the newspaper afterwards as well.

Harry didn't respond, but flipped through the recipe given by Professor Snape.

The recipes were all potions that only sixth graders would learn, and it also indicated the standard recipes recorded in the textbooks and Professor Snape's own improved recipes.

Professor Snape also left some questions on the formula, such as thinking about why Professor Snape made such improvements based on the content of the original formula and the medicinal properties of the materials.

Professor Snape also left a message saying that he made these improvements in only the fourth grade without anyone's guidance.

With her own guidance, Harley in the second grade should be able to understand.

For the rest of the holiday, Harry happily researched these potion recipes, and hardly ever left the castle.

It wasn't until the day before the departing students were going to return to school that Harry left the castle and went to visit Hagrid with Hermione.

The two walked through the thick snow all the way to Hagrid's hut on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Looking at the sea of ​​forest, Harry suddenly remembered that he seemed to have missed one very important thing during his vacation——

I forgot to go to the Forbidden Forest to find potion materials.

Winter is so cold, and many special materials happen to grow at this time.

What a waste! There was pain in the corner of Harry's eyes, and he felt that he had lost a lot of Galleons.

I don't know where Hagrid slipped away to drink this Christmas. He didn't write to Harley until yesterday, saying that he was back and inviting him to play.

Sure enough, Harry and Hermione discovered from a distance that there were people living in the originally closed cabin.

Ya Ya was lying in front of the door gnawing on a huge ox bone, but the whole dog was curled up into a ball.

After seeing Harry and Hermione, Yaya immediately stood up, frantically wagging his tail, and screaming excitedly.

It knew the two girls in front of it, after all, Hagrid and Hermione visited Hagrid quite a few times.

And every time, it can get a lot of delicious food, so now it has formed a muscle memory to please the two of them.

Yaya, miss me? Harry squatted down in front of the door, hanging two sausages with spider webs, shaking from side to side, teasing Fangya.

The big black dog barked excitedly, with its tongue drooping around its mouth, and at the same time kicked the ox bone into its nest silently, but its eyes were still fixed on the sausage.

Don't tease Fangya, be careful it bites you! There was a loud shout from the room, and then Hagrid forcefully opened the door.

But after seeing that it was Harry and Hermione, Hagrid muttered, So it's you guys, that's okay.

Then he warmly greeted the two of them into the house.

Harry cut off the spider thread, letting Fang bite the two sausages in one bite.

The two walked towards the house, and Fang did not slip back into the den to enjoy the food, but followed Harry and Hermione closely into Hagrid's hut.

Oh, no, Fang! Get out! Hagrid yelled loudly, You are already a mature big dog, you have to learn to resist the cold!

Look at the blood Tibetan mastiffs you saw some time ago, they can roll in snowdrifts and stand in the cold wind all night without warming themselves by a fire!

Your blood isn't as good as theirs, but you'll be fine against the cold during the day! I'm just too used to you!

There was a strange look in Harry's eyes: Hagrid, what happened to you? How did you get so stimulated?

In addition, what the hell is a blood Tibetan mastiff? I've never heard the name of this creature.

Oh, forget it. Hagrid's attention was instantly diverted.

He strode to the stove, lifted a pot of tea from it,

It's a pity that I only prepared black tea today. But I remember you both liked it.

After pouring tea for Harry and Hermione, and then serving homemade sandwiches with unknown fillings, Hagrid sat down heavily on the chair:

This holiday, I went to visit an old friend. He used to provide me with a lot of interesting cuties.

I once raised a three-headed dog, Lu Wei. I got that child from a Greek guy after my friend tipped me off.

Oh, what a shame, he was killed last term by some nasty bastard. ' said Hagrid sobbing.

Hearing this, Harry understood. What friend? Isn't he just some kind of shady businessman in the black market?

And that three-headed dog was probably the one Dumbledore took to guard the gate last semester. Poor indeed, after all, it had run into a furious Voldemort.

Hagrid went on: He's bred a bunch of blood mastiffs lately, a breed of three-headed and swallow-tailed mastiffs.

Those big dogs are so cute! Much cuter than Yaya...

When Yaya heard the word blood Tibetan mastiff, she trembled a bit, whimpered twice and crawled under Harry's chair.

...And they are not afraid of the cold at all, they are much better than the coward like Yaya!

Having said that, Hagrid stared at Fang Fang,

Look at its worthless appearance! If it goes on like this, it won't work. As the mother of this child, I must train it well.

Harry couldn't help coughing twice. In just a few words, Hagrid has exposed so many illegal things!

He raised three-headed dogs privately, abused pets, and his friends smuggled magical creatures, and illegally hybridized special magical creatures...

Good guy, Hagrid breaks both Muggle and wizarding laws with ease, and he's really talking about it!

Besides, Yaya is just an ordinary big black dog, how can it compete with those Tibetan mastiffs mixed with the blood of magical creatures!

Don't mention it, I'll get angry when I talk about Fangya, he's a coward! Hagrid waved his hand, and casually threw a large piece of bacon at Fangya,

I saw your gift yesterday, Halle. Thank you so much for making a cardigan that fits my shape!

Harry nodded without changing his expression: It's fine, it seems that my skills have not deteriorated.

By the way, Hagrid, what are you filling this sandwich with?

Oh, this is my latest invention! Hagrid instantly fell into a state of excitement,

I remember when you came to visit me at the beginning of school, I told you about the carnivorous slugs that were infesting my cabbages.

I couldn't get a proper potion to cure them in Knockturn Alley, but Professor Dumbledore took the shot and got rid of them all with magic.

Having said this, Hagrid paused for a moment, with an increasingly smug expression on his face:

I think it would be a waste to just throw these carnivorous slugs away.

So I dried them, salted them generously, and made these carnivorous slug sandwiches with my secret recipe!

I guarantee you guys, it's absolutely delicious!

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(Thanks to Nine-Tailed Yanhu for the reward!)