The man behind Hogwarts

gem club

Go to the second floor of the central tower, go through the corridor and open the club door.

After a quick glance, Fran was the only one in the club, sitting at his desk and not knowing what he was doing.

"Fran."

With a soft cry, William sat down on the sofa and let himself sink in.

Fran smiled, "I haven't seen you all day, and Evelin was still asking you just now."

"I went to do a little business." He took out a willow branch from his sleeve and said, "I'll give you a little gadget."

This willow branch is half a meter long, and the thickest part is only as big as a chopstick.

"What is this?" Fran took the willow branch and played with it curiously, but couldn't recognize what it was. "It looks a bit like a willow branch, but it's not too cold yet and the snow hasn't fallen yet. The willow tree should still be there." Only if it has leaves."

He recognized the willow tree and knew that willow trees are cold-resistant plants whose leaves fall relatively late.

"These are the branches of the Whomping Willow. I got a few by chance."

"Whomping Willow?!"

Fran exclaimed and quickly observed the characteristics of the branches carefully, and indeed found many similarities.

"The Whomping Willow seems to be a triple

As he said that, he began to rummage through the boxes and cabinets.

After closing his eyes and concentrating for a while, William asked: "Do you know about Professor Quirrell?"

"I know, it's spread throughout the school." Fran Baba said: "Some people say that what happened to Professor Quirrell was because he chose to teach the Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

"Look, Professor Quirrell has only been teaching for about a month, and this happened suddenly. It's hard for people not to speculate like this."

William said "Hmm". It seems that Defense Against the Dark Arts is well known in the school.

He didn't think much of it before.

But now, is there really a curse?

But if there really was a curse, why didn't he lift it when Voldemort's own people came to teach the lesson? This again seems contradictory.

And Crohn...

I obviously just wanted to go to the market, but I encountered such a big thing.

Could this be the curse of Crohn being a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?

"We should ask Crohn to stop teaching this class as soon as possible. The risk is too high."

William looked at Fran and asked:

"Madam Pomfrey said that Professor Quirrell was poisoned. Which bees were it because of?"

"Well, it's almost the same." Fran nodded: "Hagrid described the appearance of those bees, which are very similar to a ferocious magical animal-the red giant wasp."

When he said 'Red Giant Bee', he shook his body in a funny way, "The Red Giant Bee is more dangerous than the Whomping Willow. I heard that many people are hurt by it every year. If it weren't for this animal being so rare, It may even be rated as the most dangerous 5X level."

In other words, the Red Giant Bee is now at level XXXX.

The Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures of the Ministry of Magic produces a standard classification of magical animals that is common in the wizarding world.

From X to XXXXX, there are five levels in total, covering most of the known magical animals.

If it were really the Red Giant Bee, then Quirrell's experience would be excusable.

Magical animals of the XXXX level are considered very dangerous species. According to the Ministry of Magic, animals of this level can only be touched by wizards with skilled experience and professional knowledge.

William thought for a moment and realized that he knew quite a few of these animals.

For example, the horned camel. He just bought the skin of a horned camel. This ferocious animal is XXXX.

There are also trolls, including mountain trolls, river trolls, and forest trolls.

Even this kind of creature is only XXXX, which shows the danger level of the red giant wasp.

Didn't stay long.

William handed two whomping willow sticks to Fran and asked him to pass them to Evelyn and Cedric.

He headed towards the Forbidden Forest.

Along the way, I found Hagrid's hut on a familiar road. I shouted a few times, but no one was home.

Looking around, I found a tree stump to sit down and bask in the sun leisurely.

He came to Hagrid mainly to find out about magical creatures. He already had 37 species, and he still had 63 species left to complete the task.

After half an hour.

"Wang Wang."

Hearing the barking of dogs in the woods, William opened his eyes, and it turned out to be Hagrid and Fang.

"William, you're here, come in and sit down." Hagrid smiled innocently, holding a crossbow in his hand.

"Ya Ya, dried meat."

William magically threw out a piece of dried meat, making Ya Ya jump up and down excitedly.

Open the door, enter the house, and take your seats.

He glanced at the crossbow and asked: "Hagrid, why did you go into the forest today? Is it because of Professor Quirrell?"

"That's right. Alas." Hagrid frowned in annoyance: "I don't know when red giant bees appeared in the Forbidden Forest. The principal asked me to find out the reason and drive them away."

It's really a red giant bee.

Fran's words were verified by Hagrid.

"I can see from your appearance that there is no progress yet." William said warmly: "I'm afraid it's difficult to deal with a flying animal like the red giant bee."

"Yeah, it's troublesome if they can fly."

It's troublesome if you can fly, and you won't be masturbated.

Moreover, the red giant bee has no leader. This kind of animal is completely different from ordinary bees. Apart from the similarity in appearance, there are few similarities.

After chatting for a few words, William revealed his intention.

When Hagrid heard this, he immediately helped enthusiastically.

He opened a few boxes and said to William: "All the things I collected are here. William, please see if there is anything you can use."

Without being polite, William thanked him and started looking for him.

The spines of the dire owls, the scales of the rune snake, the fangs of the Acromantula...

Good guy.

William called him a good guy.

There were not many things in the boxes, and William only found a dozen things he needed.

But these things inside cannot be said to be very good, only very good.

He has never seen anything below the XXXX level, and the owners of these things are more dangerous than the last. What kind of Stinging Terror Owl, what kind of Acromantula...

The remarks made by later generations about Hagrid's wealth are really appropriate.

After reading it, William was a little silent.

The stuff is very good, and it can increase the progress of your tasks by 13 types in one go. Add in your own accumulation, and you’re halfway done.

But he suddenly discovered a problem, he couldn't afford it!

All of Hagrid's items are extremely precious, and the cheapest one is about the same as buying a horned camel skin, which means that any one of them costs dozens of galleons.

Not to mention which ones are more expensive.

Although he can come up with so much money by squeezing it out, he certainly can't use it all to buy these, because he still has to consider the operating costs of the club.

Although the club's cost is not a large one-time expenditure, it is also an ongoing expenditure.

This definitely cannot be discontinued.