HP Magic Biography

The sudden news caught everyone by surprise.

Fan Lin was named and banned from participating in the Three Witches Fighting Competition, which was undoubtedly the confession of Beauxbaton and Durmstrang.

To Hogwarts, or to Fanlin?

It's all just a matter of discussion.

However, there is such a conclusion that everyone is not surprised.

Fan Lin's honor is so great that he doesn't need to participate in this kind of school competition at all. He is the strongest, and this is something recognized by the magic world.

Naturally, Fan Lin lost the possibility of participating in the Three-Witch Fighting Competition, and everyone's guesses and trends changed.

The only thing that remains the same is that the proud Hogwarts never thinks he can't win the championship.

Fan Lin was so happy that he was not the focus, which saved a lot of trouble, and if it wasn't for Voldemort, the ghost would think of participating in the Three Witches Fighting Competition.

It seems that my original plan to pass the entry process has been ruined.

A few days later, in the morning, the cloudy and stormy weather finally passed, although the roof of the Great Hall was still dark, and heavy leaden clouds were still hovering overhead. Harry, Ron, Valin and Hermione checked their new timetable over breakfast.

A few seats away, Fred, George, and Lee Jordan were discussing how to magically age themselves and join the triumvirate.

It's a nice day...it's been fine outside all morning, said Ron, running his fingers over the Monday column of the timetable, Herbology and Transfiguration, and magic to conjure critters... Hell, we're still in class with Slytherin...

Double Divination class this afternoon. Harry sighed, looking down the column, besides making potions, Divination was Harry's least favorite subject. Professor Tlawney is always predicting Harry's death, which makes him extremely annoying.

You three should drop this subject like I did, shouldn't you? said Hermione briskly, spreading butter on her toast, and do something sensible like Numerology.

There was a sudden rustling above their heads, and more than a hundred owls flew in through the open windows, bringing the morning's letters. Instinctively Harry looked up, but saw no shadow of his own white owl among the brown and gray owls.

Those owls circled the table,

Look for the owners of these mail and packages. A great tawny owl flew to Neville and dropped a package on his lap - Neville always forgot to wrap things up.

On the other side of the Great Hall, Malfoy's owl was perched on his shoulder, bringing what looked to be the same as usual: sweets and cakes from home.

Trying to get rid of the sinking feeling in his stomach caused by the disappointment, Harry returned to his seat and continued drinking his cereal. Meimei at this time, everyone will receive some letters from home, except him.

Fan Lin had the most letters, dozens of letters, all of which were screened by Dobby.

Damn it, I shouldn't have sent these letters.

Fan Lin looked a little annoyed, these bad things ruined his good mood to eat peacefully.

Harry thought about these things as they walked across the wet vegetable patch to the third greenhouse.

But when Professor Sputrow, in the greenhouse, showed the class a plant--the ugliest plant he had ever seen--he was so intrigued by the thing that he stopped going. Thinking about letters.

In fact, the plant doesn't look like a plant, but more like many large, black slugs sticking out straight out of the soil, each slightly wriggled, covered with large, shiny bumps, looking inside Get up full of liquid.

Bobgobos (the name of this strange plant), Professor Spoutlaw told them briskly. Got to get them out, and then you collect the pus—

Collect what? Finnigan Seamus said in protest.

Pust, Finnigan, I mean collection of pus, said Professor Sputrow. The pus is quite useful, don't waste it. You are to collect the pus in these bottles. Wear your dragon Leather gloves. Odd reactions may occur if in contact with skin undiluted.

The job of squeezing Bupojobos was disgusting, but it went surprisingly smoothly.

Carries a strong gasoline smell.

They bottled the pus as directed by Professor Sputrow. When the class was over, they collected several bottles of pus in total.

It will please the lady, said Professor Sputrow, corking the last bottle. The pus of Bupojobos is a special medicine for stubborn acne, and the students must be prevented from using hysterical methods to remove acne.

For example, poor Eros Midgen, Hannah Albert said in a calm tone. She studied Transfiguration.

She tried to get rid of acne with a spell.

Stupid girl, said Professor Sputrow, shaking his head, but Madam Pomfrey nailed her nose afterwards.

A rumble of bells echoed across the wet grounds of the castle, announcing the end of get out of class. So the students dispersed, those who learned Transfiguration stepped up the stone steps to go to the Transfiguration class, while Gryffindors who learned how to tame the Gryffindor walked down the sloping lawn in the other direction, towards Hagrid's little classroom. Go to the wooden house, it is a small wooden house built on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Hagrid was standing outside his cabin, holding his big black Dog Fang's collar with one hand. There were several open wooden boxes at his feet. Fang was barking and pulling and twisting the collar, obviously Would love to get up close to the box and see what's inside. As the students approached, a strange noise came to their ears, like some small bombs.

Good morning! said Hagrid, smiling to Harry, Ron, Valin and Hermione. Let's wait for the Slytherin class, he said, not wanting the students to miss this one - a snail with a sparking tail.

What the hell is this? Ron asked, as the box kept ringing.

Hagrid pointed to the wooden box at his feet, Fried-tailed snails!

Neville jumped back screaming.

In Harry's mind, snails were the best description of strange creatures with sparkling tails.

They looked like disfigured, dull lobsters, pale and nasty in color, with feet sticking out in odd places, but no heads visible. There were about a hundred of these things in each box, each about six inches long, crawling on top of each other, or bumping blindly against the walls of the box.

They give off a strong rotten fish smell.

From time to time, their tails will pop with a burst of sparks, while the body is pushed forward a few inches.

Fresh hatch, said Hagrid proudly, so you can raise them yourself. But we've got to make a plan first.

Why do we want to keep these things? said a cold voice.

The Slytherin squad has arrived. It was Draco Malfoy who had just spoken, while Clara and Goyle giggled approvingly.

Hagrid was troubled by the question.

I mean, what are they for? Malfoy asked. What do we keep them for?

Hagrid opened his mouth but paused for a few seconds, obviously thinking hard, and then he said coldly, That's for next lesson, you just have to feed them today. Now, try feeding them. Different things--I've never had this kind of thing before, don't know what they eat--I got some ant eggs, frog livers, and some grass snakes, and gave them a little of each.

Hagrid also summed up the method. He is a professor at Hogwarts. Naturally, he has the rights he should enjoy.

Being threatened by one's own students is really bad.

Malfoy couldn't say anything, not even his father could save him.

However, his words are agreeable, at least for now, this kind of thing has no value.

First the pus, then this thing, Seamus muttered.

Even Harry, Ron, and Hermione, who loved Hagrid deeply, just silently picked up a cup of frog liver and put it in a wooden box to lure those fried-tailed snails whose tails would emit sparks.

Harry couldn't help but think there was no point in doing that, since the snails didn't look like they had mouths.

This is useless. I don't think this kind of shellfish will eat anything. You know, it should be in the sea... Fan Lin looked at these terrible fried-tailed snails with difficulty. Shell creatures, they don't look like they can go into the water.

Gloves for you. Hermione said, and she prepared several pairs of dragonhide gloves.

Ouch! Dean Thomas yelled after ten minutes. It hurt me.

Hagrid hurried to his side, looking anxious. His tail's sparkling! said Dean angrily, showing Hagrid his burned hand.

Ah, yes, they can hurt when they spark, said Hagrid, nodding.

Skret! said Dean again. Skret... Hagrid, what's that pointy thing on it?

Oh, some of them have stings, said Hagrid excitedly, and Dean quickly drew his hand back from the box.

I thought it was all males - the females have straw-like stings on their bellies... for blood sucking, I think.

Oh, I know what we keep these things for, Malfoy said sarcastically, who wouldn't want to have a pet that burns, stabs, and bites?

Just because they're ugly doesn't mean they're useless, interrupted Hermione curtly.

Dragon's blood has amazing magical powers, but you wouldn't want a dragon as a pet, would you?

Harry and Ron grinned at Hagrid, who returned a sly smile. As Harry, Ron, Valin, and Hermione know, there's nothing Hagrid loves more than a pet dragon - Hagrid had been at the school when they were first years at the school. Secretly bred a dragon for a while, an evil Norwegian Ridgeback.

However, Nobo seems to be domesticated well, except that he always burns things.

Hagrid only likes scary creatures - the more deadly the better.

This is an iron law, and everyone knows it.

At least those snails are little creatures, said Ron when they returned to the castle for lunch an hour later.

They're only small now, Hermione's voice showed that she was exasperated. Once Hagrid keeps feeding them, they'll grow to six feet long.

What does it matter? If we find out they're good for seasickness, right? said Ron.

Of course you know I said that just to shut up Malfoy, said Hermione, and I think he's right, to be honest. The best thing we can do is kill them before they're big enough to attack us. Stomp them all.

They sat down at the Gryffindor table for mutton and potatoes. Hermione ate so fast that everyone stared at her.

What... what's wrong with you, Hermione?

Fan Lin tried to ask, Are you hungry?

No, said Hermione, her mouth swollen from sprouts, but she was trying desperately to look relaxed, I just wanted to go to the library.

What? Ron couldn't believe what he heard. Hermione - it's only the first day of school and we don't have any homework to do yet!

We have homework? Harry was a little confused.

Not really. Fan Lin shook his head.

In the past two days, the girl seems to be determined to take out the house elf's plan, and her heart is shining.

Winky hasn't come back yet.

Hermione shrugged and continued bingeing on food like she hadn't eaten in days. Then she jumped up and said, See you at dinner! and left quickly.

In fact, in the divination class in the afternoon, Fanlin wanted to escape very much, but Harry seemed even more eager.

Saturn, baby, Saturn! said Troney, irritated that Harry's Grace hadn't been drawn to the news.

I mean Saturn must have been in power in heaven when you were born... your black hair... your small stature... tragically lost at a young age... I think I'm right If so, were you born in midwinter?

Wrong, said Harry, I was born in July.

Ron and Fan Lin laughed and coughed.

Half an hour later, they were each handed a complex circular chart and tried to draw the corresponding planets in their positions at the time of their birth, a tedious task requiring constant reference to timetables and calculating angles .

After a while, Harry said, frowning at the parchment in his hand, I have two Neptunes here, that can't be right, can it?

Yeah! Ron imitated Professor Traunie's mysterious whisper: When two Neptunes appear in the sky, it must indicate that a dwarf wearing glasses is about to be born, Harry...

Finnigan and Dean, who were sitting next to drawing pictures, secretly laughed.

Brown yelled excitedly: Oh, professor, look! I think I got an unexpected planet! Oh—professor, what is that?

That's Uranus, my dear, said Professor Traunie, looking at the diagram.

Brown, can I have a look at that Uranus too? Ron asked.

Unfortunately, Professor Traunie heard this sentence, and maybe it was this sentence that made the professor assign a lot of homework to them when class was over today.

It's too bad, and divination and astrology go together...

Maybe I should be more domineering?