Hogwarts: This wizard wants to make progress too much

Ethan didn't stand on ceremony, taking the venison soup and using a fork to eat a piece of venison, discovering that the taste was actually not bad.

As for the rock-hard biscuits, Ethan soaked them in the venison soup to eat, which was much better than eating them dry.

"Hagrid, can you eat spicy food?"

After eating a little, Ethan stopped and curiously asked Hagrid, who was still eating meat in large mouthfuls.

Although his physical fitness had improved and his appetite had increased, it was still far from Hagrid's.

"I can eat it!"

With his mouth full of venison, Hagrid nodded in response.

"Okay, tomorrow I'll bring you a gift, a Muggle way of eating that the Hufflepuff students quite like."

During this time, Ethan had also gone to the Hufflepuff common room to eat a few times, and hot pot was becoming more and more popular.

It's just that the hot pot made by the house elves was still a bit lacking, and they were still researching the recipe.

Ethan also wrote a letter home using an owl, sending back a lot of hot pot seasoning.

"Great!"

After Hagrid had eaten almost enough and rested for a while, he took Ethan out.

At this moment, Hagrid was carrying a giant oil lamp in his hand, a giant crossbow on his back, a quiver full of arrows on his shoulder, and Fang by his side.

Of course, this Fang was a bit of a letdown, too timid, and would probably run faster than Hagrid if something happened.

On the dark and gloomy forest path illuminated by the dim light, Hagrid was introducing Ethan to the situation in the Forbidden Forest, and also comforted Ethan a few words.

In his opinion, a normal young wizard should be afraid of the Forbidden Forest.

"Hagrid, is a crossbow more useful than a wand?"

After wandering around for more than an hour, except for a few magical creatures that occasionally ran by, nothing happened. Ethan couldn't help but ask this question that he had thought about, but the answer was not accurate.

The Shield Charm, which is the Protective Charm, can defend against bullets from pistols and rifles, as well as grenade explosions. Ethan had tested this, and his family, which did overseas business, had no shortage of various guns and ammunition. (The Protective Charm is a regional protective spell, I don't know if it is a variant of the Body-Binding Spell.)

The crossbow does have great power at close range, but it is not enough to break through the Shield Charm.

So Hagrid likes to bring a crossbow when patrolling, could it have magic-breaking properties?

"For frenzied magical creatures, crossbows are quite useful, but they are not so effective against poachers. They are too agile and can use magic to defend against the arrows I shoot."

Hagrid didn't have anything to hide, this is the truth.

But he is not afraid of those poachers in the Forbidden Forest. First of all, he raises a lot of small pets, which are pets to him, but fatal to others.

He also has a good relationship with the centaurs and can get their support.

So Hagrid's task is to resist and delay the poachers. With the high magic resistance and powerful strength brought by his giant bloodline, he can completely do this.

"I see!"

It turns out that there are no magic-breaking materials in this world, I was thinking too much.

However, guns and crossbows are still very threatening to wizards, especially guns, which are all about catching them off guard. In addition, those who can use the Shield Charm are considered elites, and there are not too many of them.

"Look, Mooncalves!"

Suddenly, Hagrid grabbed Ethan, pointed to an open space in the front right, and signaled Ethan not to disturb them.

Following the direction Hagrid pointed, Ethan saw some small things that looked like alpacas, with big, bright eyes wide open, raising their necks and looking at the round moon in the sky, their two hind legs swaying irregularly.

I have to say, these little things are quite cute.

"Ethan, you're lucky. Mooncalves usually only come out during the full moon, and they are very shy. They will hide if they encounter any movement."

"See those silvery white spots? That's Mooncalf dung, a very good fertilizer. If you use it on pumpkins, they can grow very big. Sometimes I also send some to Professor Sprout."

Hearing Hagrid say this, Ethan instantly felt that his whole person was not well.

Dancing and pooping, it has to be said that they are magical creatures, magical enough.

Moreover, they are pooping more and more. Almost every few steps they take, there will be more silvery white spots under their feet. As time goes by, these silver spots gradually cover the entire ground, forming a stage unique to them.

When a song ends, the Mooncalves also drill back into their holes. Hagrid just said that this is a way for them to court, that is to say, they are rushing home to do things that couples do.

It's just that Ethan doesn't play with Biting Cabbages, otherwise he would have to trick them back to specialize in producing dung. (Biting Cabbages are indeed strong in the game, but they certainly can't reach that level in reality.)

"Let's go, let's collect these Mooncalf droppings, this stuff is useless when it sees sunlight."

Saying that, Hagrid strode forward. In his opinion, this is a good thing. He has his own vegetable garden, in addition to providing himself with some food, he grows the pumpkins for Halloween every year.

After using Transfiguration to create a box, Ethan directly used the Levitation Charm to automatically put the Mooncalf droppings into it, which saved Hagrid the trouble of picking them up one by one.

"Ethan, that's it for today. I'll put these away and then send you back to Hogwarts!"

Holding the box containing the Mooncalf dung, Hagrid said to Ethan quite excitedly.

After patrolling for nearly two hours and watching a Mooncalf dance for a while, it was almost time, and Hagrid naturally wouldn't let Ethan stay until dawn.

Chapter 53: Halloween Feast

The last day of October is Halloween Eve.

The young wizards woke up early in the morning and smelled a sweet and tempting aroma of roasted pumpkin in the corridors. Even breakfast was pumpkin pie.

Today's Charms class, of course, taught the Levitation Charm, while Seamus still learned the Exploding Charm.

Other aspects were no different from usual.

At the end of the last class in the afternoon, the crowd came to the Great Hall, which had been decorated at this time.

A thousand bats were flying fluttering on the walls and ceiling, and there were also a thousand bats like low clouds hovering and dancing above the tables, pumpkins carved into ghost masks were flying in the air, and the candlelight in their bellies flickered.

If I prank today, there shouldn't be any problems, right?

Ethan originally wanted to attack the trash can in the backyard of the Leaky Cauldron, but after thinking about it when he first entered the wizarding world, Ethan gave up this idea.

It's not that Ethan wants to prank so much, but if a prank can prank a certain number of people, there will definitely be an achievement to complete. Ethan has almost figured out this system.

For this reward, Ethan has to do this!

He immediately pulled George and Fred over, and the two can be considered accomplices in this regard.

Ethan explained his idea to the two of them.

"That's so cool! Ethan, you're a genius! How come we didn't think of it?"

"If we want a better effect, we'll need more people to join in."

"That's right, and in a moment, we can also do this…"

Fred and George excitedly discussed and continuously improved Ethan's plan.

As the sky completely darkened, the students gradually arrived at the Great Hall.

Today was a holiday feast, and the food was exceptionally plentiful, with various pumpkin dishes and dozens of French specialties.

The atmosphere was quite good and cheerful, except that besides the floating pumpkin heads and bats, the rest didn't quite match Halloween.

Suddenly, a burst of hurried footsteps came from outside the door!

The door was pushed open violently, and a figure with blood and mud on their clothes and face staggered in.

The young wizards in the Great Hall were immediately attracted and turned to look at the situation.

It was hard to see who it was, but based on the size, it should be a third or fourth-year student.

But what happened?

Who was chasing him?

"Save…"

He seemed to be reaching out for help, but just as he spoke, an arm reached in and grabbed the back of his collar. Then, a steel claw covered in blood slashed across his throat, and blood spurted at least ten feet high.

The young wizards on the scene were stunned. Someone died?

At the same time, a cold chill and bursts of white mist surged in at the door. A strange man with severe burns on his face walked out, retracted the steel claw from the unknown student's neck, pushed the body to the ground, and stared at the crowd in the hall with cold, emotionless eyes.

Simultaneously, distorted black shadows in the white mist approached from afar, as if closing in on this place.

The lights in the hall suddenly went out at this moment, leaving only the faint light from the flickering candles in the floating pumpkin heads.

This time, the young wizards snapped out of it. Hundreds of screams rang out simultaneously, and it seemed like they were about to tear Hogwarts apart.

The scene was instantly chaotic, and everyone wished their parents had given them two more legs, rushing headlong towards the other passages.

They had never seen such a scene!

No one wanted to be the next young wizard to have their throat slit.

Ethan, who was constantly watching the panel, knew it was a success when he saw the light flashing.

He knew that pranks would achieve something.

"Quiet, everyone, quiet down!"

The extinguished lights were lit again, and a seemingly magical voice rang out, calming the chaotic scene.

Dumbledore appeared on the high platform, accompanied by many professors.

Snape came down from the stage, still wearing his signature cloak, like a large bat, and walked towards the door.

The wand in his hand emitted flashes of light, restoring the body lying on the ground and the disfigured man wearing steel claws to their original forms.

He also pulled Ethan out at the door.

"Scaring classmates, attempting to disrupt the Halloween banquet, the Ravenclaw genius and the Gryffindor monsters, how should you be punished?"

Snape said to the three of them in a stern tone.

During this period, Snape had gone completely insane, after all, Slytherin had lost two hundred and fifty points, directly becoming the lowest.

Under normal circumstances (without encountering Harry), he wouldn't have a good reason to add points to Slytherin, after all, people still need to save face.

But he could find all kinds of problems to deduct points, any small mistake, such as improperly handled potion ingredients, unanswered questions, or untidy wizard robes.

It could be said that he single-handedly dragged the other three colleges into the water.

Now that he had the opportunity, how could he easily let it go.

"My suggestion is to deduct one hundred points from Gryffindor, fifty points from Ravenclaw, and then expel them!"

As he spoke, Snape looked at Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall who were walking over.

Ethan rolled his eyes, ignoring Snape. Expel them? How could he be so arrogant!

During this period, Snape had been picking on Ethan a lot.

He didn't know how those transmigrator predecessors got along with Snape so happily, and even got him to give them private tutoring in potions. Was that even possible?

He usually had a stinky face, and he spoke impolitely. His heart was almost sealed off. Apart from matters related to Harry, there wasn't much that could make him very concerned.

Anyway, Ethan felt that he didn't get along well with him.

"Students, please return to your seats. Just now, a few students were playing a joke on everyone. Don't you think this fits the Halloween atmosphere very well?"

Dumbledore walked forward with Ethan and the others, and also pointed out Cedric, Lee Jordan, and several other Gryffindor lions.

At this point, how could the little wizards not know that they had been tricked!

George Weasley was the one who pretended to have his throat slit and fall to the ground, and the large pool of blood on the ground had now turned into clear water.

Fred Weasley was wearing gloves and steel claws, and his face was disfigured. The face was a makeup effect, and the steel claws were also transformed by Transfiguration, and now they had become wood.

The white mist, cold wind, and ghost shadows were all controlled by Ethan at the door. The white mist and cold wind were another use of the Freezing Charm, and the ghost shadows were a few sections of wooden stakes that had been Transfigured.

Inside the hall, Cedric, Lee Jordan, and several Gryffindors were responsible for guiding the terrifying atmosphere and turning off the lights.

But fortunately, the professors arrived quickly, otherwise the consequences might have been a bit serious. After all, the young wizards were completely panicked at the time. If a stampede occurred, it would be a complete tragedy.

Ethan didn't expect that the prank, after being perfected by the twins, could have such an effect.

"Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, deduct ten points each!"

Professor McGonagall walked out and announced the punishment results.

Since no accident had occurred, it was generally handled by Professor McGonagall, and she naturally wouldn't listen to Snape.

Snape's mad dog mode during this period gave Professor McGonagall a headache. The deduction of points was much faster than the addition of points, and Gryffindor was prone to causing trouble in the first place.

If each person deducted fifty points, Gryffindor would owe several hundred points, directly setting a record, and she, the head of house, would be famous.