HP Magic Biography

In fact, because of Winky's unrestrained crying, the mobilization work that Hermione originally wanted to carry out was naturally in vain.

Hermione didn't let Winky stop until it was time to leave.

No matter what Hermione asked, Winky always answered with just one voice.

Sobbing.

It seems that this is not the first time that Shining has been like this, and the strangeness in his eyes cannot be concealed.

Yes, Winky is very sad because of Barty Crouch.

This intensified Hermione's dissatisfaction with Barty Crouch.

This is also something that can't be helped, Hermione always has a hurt expression on her face because she went to the kitchen during the happy days.

As December begins, early winter brings wind and fog to Hogwarts. The castle is always pleasant in winter.

Maybe it's because of the magic, but everyone likes Hogwarts in winter very much.

Every time Harry and the others passed Durmstrang's boat on the lake, they felt very comfortable seeing the boat bumping up and down in the sea wind, with the black sails bulging upwards.

Perhaps Beauxbaton's residence should be cold too, Harry noticed that Hagrid was fattening Madame Maxime's horses because of the single malt whiskey they liked to drink.

The smell wafting from the trough in the corner of the stables was enough to make a whole class in Care of Fantastic Beasts dizzy.

This is of course not good, as the dreaded snails they tend to need their wits to fight.

I don't know if they hibernate. Hagrid was teaching the students their next lesson in the windy pumpkin patch. Rita Skeeter leaned against the fence in Hagrid's garden, observing the chaos.

Today, she is wearing a thicker fuchsia coat with a purple fur collar and a crocodile leather handbag on her shoulder.

As the Wreck cornered Harry and Ron, Hagrid jumped on top of the Wreck, pinning it down, at which point a burst of flames erupted from its mouth, scorching the nearby pumpkin seedlings .

Who are you? Hagrid asked.

I'm Rita Skeeter, a reporter for the Daily Prophet. Rita replied, smiling at him, her gold teeth gleaming.

Dumbledore said you were expelled,

right? said Hagrid, frowning, and yanked the subdued snail to his companion.

Rita acted like she didn't hear Hagrid.

What are these strange monsters called? she asked, her smile widening.

A snail with a glowing tail, Hagrid grumbled.

Really? Rita asked, clearly genuinely interested. I've never heard of such a thing... Where did they come from?

Harry noticed the blushing under Hagrid's sideburns now, and his heart sank. How the hell did Hagrid get all those snails?

Hermione seemed to have been thinking about this question, and at this moment, she immediately replied: They are very interesting, aren't they? Harry, don't you?

What? Oh, yes, it was... ouch... interesting, Harry exclaimed, as she stepped on his foot.

Ah, you're here, Harry! Rita Skeeter said, looking around. So, you like the Care of Fantastic Beasts class? One of your favorite classes?

Yes. Harry said firmly.

Hagrid looked at him and smiled. Just like a child weighing more than two hundred pounds...

Well, interesting, said Rita, really interesting, long time? she added to Hagrid.

Harry noticed her eyes go over everyone, Dean (with a heavy knife cut on one side of his face), Lavender (robes badly scorched), Finnigan (who was there nursing his burnt fingers), and then to the windows of the hut, where many students stood with their noses pressed against the glass windows, trying to get a better view of the Black Lake.

This is my second year here, Hagrid said.

Hmm, interesting... I guess you don't like being interviewed? But can you share with us your experience with magical beasts? I assume you know that, every one of the Daily Prophet's There's an animal column on Wednesdays, and we'll let this group of, uh-whirling-tailed snails report.

A snail with a glowing tail, Hagrid corrected eagerly. Er—right?

Harry felt very uncomfortable about this, but with Rita Skeeter present, he couldn't express it to Hagrid.

So Hagrid and Rita just stood there silently and endured while they were discussing what time to meet at the Three Broomsticks for an interview sometime in the week.

After a while, the castle bell rang, signaling the end of another lesson.

Okay, goodbye, Harry! Rita Skeeter said goodbye to him happily when she saw him, Ron, and Hermione getting up to leave.

See you Friday night, Hagrid!

She'll twist everything he says, whispered Harry.

As long as he's not illegally importing those whelks or something, said Hermione desperately. They wanted to help Hagrid - if it had been Hagrid, he would have done the same.

Hagrid used to get into trouble, but Dumbledore never fired her, said Ron reassuringly. The worst part is, Hagrid has to get rid of those snails. Sorry, . . . did I mean seriously? Yes, I mean well.

This is a good thing. The surrounding air suddenly made a sound.

Fan Lin? What are you doing? I thought you weren't here...

Actually, I used the Disillusionment Charm. When Rita arrived, it was too troublesome to negotiate with her. She asked me many times. It's hard to imagine how she would embellish me. Fan Lin was a little helpless Speaking of.

It's a good idea to get rid of those squirts, though, who knows where Hagrid got those weird things.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione all laughed, and felt happier because of it, and of course, no one was going to stop Hagrid, and they got up and went to lunch, which was more important than these bloody snails many. .

Now Harry and Ron are back together. Things got fun again.

They had a lot of fun playing double-sided prediction that day, and they also drew star maps and wrote prophecies together. Professor Traunie, who had enjoyed watching the two of them there predicting her own death, was suddenly enraged when Harry and Ron snickered as she explained the different ways Plato disrupted everyday life.

This was considered a daily activity, and the two of them would always provoke Professor Troney. Fortunately, Professor Troney was not Snape. This was the only thing to be thankful for.