Hogwarts: Harley from The Witch Way

The herbal medicine class ended soon, but the students were still full of enthusiasm and wished that the class would last for another two hours.

If Professor Sprout dared to speak, they dared to squeeze all the babo tubers!

Take it for yourself, who doesn't like it?

Herbalism was followed by Hagrid's Care of Fantastic Beasts class, which Gryffindors would take again with the Slytherins.

As Harry and Hermione walked across the grass together, they suddenly had an inexplicable sense of foreboding.

After approaching Hagrid's cabin, Harry's premonition became stronger.

Because Harry could vaguely smell a burning smell, a bit like the smell of fire crabs spouting flames when defending, but not exactly like it.

Hagrid was standing outside his cabin at this moment, leading his huge hound, Fang.

At Hagrid's feet there were still a few open wooden boxes, and Harry could clearly hear faint explosions and weird rattling sounds coming from inside.

Good morning, Harry! Hermione! Hagrid greeted loudly,

Come and see my new bred baby!

As he said that, he turned his head and glanced at the wooden box under his feet, his eyes were full of intoxication,

Ah, these cute little guys, look how delicate and cute they are! Much cuter than Fangya.

Usually, when Hagrid said this sentence, Fangya would howl a few times in disbelief, and at the same time try to compete with that magical animal praised by Hagrid.

Even if the Hippogriff was being praised in front of him, Fang would more or less rely on Hagrid to go up and output a wave of screams.

But today, Yaya was uncharacteristically desperately trying to stay away from those wooden boxes, and didn't respond to what Hagrid said.

This is not right!

In line with the principle of everything goes wrong, there must be a monster, Harley carefully stretched her head to take a look at the cute little baby Hagrid said.

Then...Harry jerked her head back.

Merlin, why are there extraordinary people out of control here! Where is the Nighthawks team, I want to report!

There is a kind of magical creature stacked in Hagrid's box, the number is about a hundred.

These creatures that Harry had never seen before seemed to be large lobsters that had been stripped of their shells and squeezed out of shape. Their whole bodies were an unhealthy white-gray color, and they were sticky and dripping mucus. .

There are also many inexplicable limbs that grow out around the body of this creature.

These limbs look like legs, but they don't have feet; they look like arms, but unfortunately they don't have hands;

They kept shaking their bodies, spewing sparks from time to time, accompanied by slight explosions and snaps, propelling them forward a few inches.

What's even more disgusting is that these creatures also exude a very strong stench, which seems to be the frozen fish and shrimps that have been exposed to the sun for a whole day in July.

Simply put, this creature caused extreme discomfort both psychologically and physically.

Harry quickly took out the special hydrosol from his pocket, applied a thick layer on the bottom of his nose, and then poured some into Hermione's palm.

And Hermione also quickly and carefully applied it around the nose, and the two barely stopped, so as not to run away directly.

Hagrid hadn't noticed the small movements of the two of them, and was still happily introducing:

How is it? Aren't these little babies very cute, they are really lovable!

Harry didn't answer directly, but asked, Hagrid, where did you get these... good things?

Of course I cultivated it myself! Hagrid raised his head proudly,

Remember the blood Tibetan mastiff I mentioned earlier? That old guy came to me to show off again.

I missed your big black dog last time...cough cough cough, what I mean is that I haven't found a suitable breed of dog, and I haven't been able to breed a more majestic pet dog.

After repeated thinking, I decided to change direction, not necessarily to breed pet dogs!

I think both fire crabs and manticores are great magical animals, perfect for crossbreeding!

And this is the result of my mixed breeding of fire crabs and manticores!

In order to get Alia pregnant, I used a total of sixty fire crabs to succeed!

I'm going to name this brand new creature... Blast-tailed snail!

Harry took a step back unconsciously, looking at Hagrid with weird eyes.

The fire crab is a level 3X dangerous creature. Small fire crabs are only the size of bricks, while larger fire crabs can reach the size of a cauldron.

In appearance, the fire crab looks like a large turtle with a shell studded with jewels, and it can also breathe flames from the back of the rear.

The manticore is a dangerous creature of level 5X. It looks more like a lion, and its size... is several times larger than an adult lion in the Muggle world.

Let these two creatures mate, and there are still sixty male fire crabs... Hagrid, you are a pervert! Beast!

Spare poor manticore! It's innocent!

It turned out that all the students shared the same opinion as Harry, and were extremely uncomfortable with the snails, except for Hagrid, who was still complacent.

Except for students like Harry and Hermione who had a good relationship with Hagrid, the other students all backed away as much as possible.

Malfoy and Ron, who had fought fiercely yesterday, squeezed to the back of the line, but there was no major conflict, they just gave each other a fierce look.

Malfoy was going to mock Ron, but he didn't dare to say a word because he was afraid that his voice would be too loud and Hagrid would hear him and be asked to go up to admire the snails.

Hagrid's first class task was to study what these things could eat. In the eyes of many young wizards, this is definitely a more difficult task than squeezing the pus out of Babo's tuber.

Because he was beaten badly by the three Weasley brothers yesterday, Malfoy is still not very good at speaking today, just complaining about the snail with others in a low voice.

Harry heard Malfoy complaining from a distance:

I'm more curious, why do we keep these things? I think the most important thing we should do is to strangle them when they are born!

I think what Malfoy said is right, many Gryffindors heard Malfoy's complaints, but none of them refuted,

This is the first time I support Slytherin's views. These things are really disgusting!

Harry felt even more unwell when feeding the snails.

She thought she was well-informed. Back then, she ran around and hunted and killed many potion ingredients by herself. She had seen all kinds of weird creatures.

Even the pus-covered Babo tubers before, Harley has at least seen Extraordinary beings made into living sacrifices to evil gods in the Southern Continent.

And those poor guys probably looked like this, with pus all over their bodies and large bulges, they just breathed a sigh of relief, wriggling slowly on the altar.

But Harry had never seen anything as bizarre as a snail.

They are ugly as well. Although Harley controls the appearance, she is still very friendly to ugly but valuable Extraordinary materials.

The main reason is that Harley couldn't find their heads after observing them for a long time, let alone their mouths and eyes.

Finally, Harry barely recognized that they were probably using... the same organ for feeding and excreting!

Sin!

And when Harry saw the snail spit out a short piece of poo and then squirmed into it... Destroy, Harry was really tired!

This is true for the well-informed Halle, not to mention the other students.

Taking advantage of Hagrid's inattention, Harry and Hermione whispered a few words.

The two agreed that Hagrid's good reputation, which he had managed to accumulate at the end of the last school year... would probably be squandered by him at the beginning of this school year.

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The Gryffindor and Slytherin students finally passed the difficult protection of magical animals class, and quickly slipped away without looking back.

Compared with the schmidt, the Hippogriff that I attended last semester is simply a little angel, not scary at all!

As a result, the nightmare did not end, and the school lunch happened to be all kinds of aquatic products.

The reason was that there was a flood of water in the Black Lake last night. After the tide receded, various aquatic products were spread all over the edge of the Black Lake.

Moreover, the Black Lake is also connected to the sea, so many seafood also appeared by the lake inexplicably.

The kind-hearted Professor McGonagall couldn't see this kind of scene, so he waved his hand and asked the house elves to collect all these aquatic products and use them for lunch in the past few days.

So the students who just took the Protection of Magical Animals class looked at the boiled conch, garlic shrimp, and braised lobster on the table, and then remembered the fried-tailed snails they had seen before...

The fourth graders of Gryffindor and Slytherin suffered another critical blow and lost their appetite!

The divination class and ancient magic text class in the afternoon are much more normal.

In the divination class this semester, Professor Trelawney began to teach students astrology divination.

As usual, Professor Trelawney continued his practice of deceiving, describing mysterious signs that were difficult to decipher.

This made it difficult for Harry to evaluate.

According to Qiguang, there are a group of outer gods from the old level occupying the current planet.

What about peeping into the old days?

Under normal circumstances, if an Old One doesn't restrain the pollution it brings, the Beyonders below the angels on the ground will lose control just by knowing their name.

Even if these old days deliberately restrained their own pollution characteristics in order not to destroy the hope of suppressing the initial awakening.

Qiguang still told her about the existence of the old days after Harley returned to the demigod level.

And now such a group of great beings are entrenched on planets outside the earth...

I don't know what Professor Trelawney thinks, he thinks that he can predict the symbol represented by his action trajectory with the strength that he doesn't even reach Sequence Five.

Fortunately, these great beings are unwilling to reveal themselves at will, and Professor Trelawney is not a professional, and the astrology he teaches is just for exams.

Otherwise, Hogwarts would probably have a group of more monsters.

Of course, in terms of pure astrological movement, Professor Trelawney's basic knowledge is still very solid.

Cooperating with her storytelling description, her expression of surprise from time to time, and the mysterious atmosphere exaggerated.

Many young wizards thought that Professor Trelawney's astronomy lectures were much more interesting than Professor Sinistra's astronomy lessons.

The Ancient Runes class was much more normal. Professor Babling arranged a quiz at the beginning of the term to test the students' memory of the knowledge taught last semester.

As for herself, she leaned on the recliner, found a copy of Playboy, put the book on her lap and read it with relish, and conjured a glass full of bright red liquid.

Harry sniffed lightly... Well, it's still the familiar smell of dragon's blood mixed with herbs.

Among all the classrooms, only the matching chair behind the podium in Professor Babling's classroom is a chaise longue.

Watching Playboy during class, enjoying special drinks and reclining chairs. I have to say, this vampire really enjoys it.

After the second class, Professor Babling glanced at Harry with interest: Miss Potter, please stay after class.

Okay, Professor.

Hermione gave Harry a worried look, and she also learned from Harry that Professor Babbling was a vampire.

But Harry gave Hermione a reassuring smile and shook her head slightly.

When only Harry and himself were left in the classroom, Professor Babling waved lazily.

All the windows were closed instantly, the curtains were drawn, and the doors were locked tightly.

Harry, Professor Babling looked at the girl in front of him with interest,

Tsk, I smell a familiar smell from you.

It's that werewolf Lupine!

Harry raised his eyebrows slightly. During the second half of the summer vacation, I didn't see Lupine much.

Considering safety issues, Lupine was unwilling to go to the Quidditch World Cup with Harry and others.

And after the game, he was not in Black's old house, and he didn't know where he went. He only went back the day before Halle was about to start school.

The contact between the two is obviously very little, but Professor Babling could smell it.

Yeah, Uncle Remus is a good friend of my dad's, said Harry, gently brushing his hair behind his ears,

I've been living with Uncle Sirius this holiday, and Uncle Remus also visits us from time to time. Is there any problem?

No problem, I'm just sighing. Professor Babling raised his legs.

Today she was wearing short jeans, exposing her fair thighs.

Although there was no sunlight shining into the classroom, the vampire's high-quality skin still dazzled, making Harley's eyes hurt a little.

I can probably guess what Lupine is doing, after all, I have provided Albus with some interesting information...

Professor Babling shook his head, stopped talking about the half-finished topic, but pulled out a large black book,

Come back to business, I asked you to stay because of your learning of alchemy.

Nico and I also know each other. He wants to ask me to do him a favor. In the next year, he will ask me to help you with alchemy.

He has already paid the corresponding remuneration in advance, you just need to come and listen. Can you see when you are free?

Seeing Harry's thoughtful expression, Professor Babling added:

You take this book back and read it first. In our one-on-one courses, the content is basically skipped from the book.

As for the time of tutoring, just tell me before this Friday night.

I know you good students join a lot of clubs, not to mention Professor Snape likes to put you in confinement.

Professor Babling deliberately emphasized the words I like to put you in confinement, and his expression was a bit teasing, obviously he knew something.

Harry looked normal and nodded:

Understood, thank you professor, I will trouble you in the next year.

After Harry left the classroom, Professor Babling suddenly sighed:

Harry, there are more than one familiar smells on you. Where did you come into contact with the powerful blood race?

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Harry didn't know Professor Babbling's new discovery, and even if he knew, he wouldn't particularly care.

At the top of the Moon Path is the Primordial Moon, also the Fallen Mother Goddess.

He watched him quietly, is there a problem? no problem.

Hermione's eyes lit up with envy after learning that Professor Babling was going to give Harry extra lessons.

She also wanted to hear the views of a vampire who had lived for hundreds of years on alchemy!

In the next few days, nothing happened.

Only the old pair of Neville and Seamus made history again, burning three crucibles and detonating two crucibles in one class.

The explosion of the last cauldron was even more spectacular. Sparks flew across half of the classroom, from the innermost corner of the classroom, and almost hit Harry on the head.

Professor Snape was so angry that he almost asked Neville and Seamus to use their teeth and tongue to disembowel a large bucket of horned toads and take out their internal organs.

It was only at last that he managed to regain his senses, and only let the two do the work with their bare hands, gloves being forbidden.

It wasn't until Thursday that the Gryffindor fourth-year lion cubs had their first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson of the term.

This got them excited because the sixth and seventh graders had already taken this class.

This group of seniors deliberately showed off on the long table in Gryffindor after learning that none of the juniors had taken this class.

Almost everyone who heard Moody teach Defense Against the Dark Arts kept praising him, saying that Professor Moody is a really knowledgeable professor and a really powerful Auror.

He's so cool! Fred said in an unprecedented tone of admiration.

Professor Moody really knows how to fight black magic!

It's not only cool, it's so cool! George showed longing eyes,

He is so knowledgeable, he knows what it's like to work outside!

So on Thursday afternoon, a large group of young wizards gathered outside the classroom of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, blocking up the corridors.

Everyone wants to grab a front row seat and really want to listen to Professor Moody's lecture seriously.

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(Thanks to the Nine-tailed Flaming Fox boss for the reward!)