Hogwarts Fantastic Beasts in the Stomach

"Everyone, please be quiet!" During dinner, Professor McGonagall gently knocked on the table in front of her, and then looked at the little wizards with a serious face.

"Headmaster Dumbledore has something to say."

Looking at the little wizard who gradually became quiet, McGonagall nodded slightly and then gave up the speaking position to Dumbledore.

"Ahem, little wizards, I can see that everyone is still anxious to do something, so I will keep the story short." Dumbledore's words made the students chuckle.

Indeed, most students can only put down the chicken legs and bread in their hands.

"But this does not mean that this matter is a small matter." Dumbledore reminded: "From now on... the west side of the corridor on the third floor will become a restricted area."

"I hope that no gentleman will enter..." Dumbledore's tone gradually became serious: "Unless you want to lose your life..."

His words made the atmosphere of the dinner become solemn. The little wizards all looked at each other worriedly, feeling a little worried in their hearts.

"Do you think it could be some kind of treasure?" Carlos whispered to Ernie, "Maybe it's a big bag of gold galleons."

"How is that possible?" Ernie said, "That's a very dangerous place."

"No, no, no, you don't understand." Carlos waved his hand and said, "Many treasures are buried in the name of danger."

"It's one of the funnier stories in the Muggle world."

"How come I haven't heard of it?" Justin shook his head. He was also born as a Muggle.

"No matter what, don't go." Ernie said, "This is very dangerous. What if you lose your life?" He looked quite serious, and Carlos could only shake his head helplessly.

It seems that my idea of ​​going there to inquire has come to an end... Wait, it seems that I don't have time to wander around anymore.

Carlos wilted at the thought of having to "service" Hogwarts for three weeks in a row.

Seeing Carlos give up his idea, Ernie nodded lightly. Fortunately... at least he managed to persuade him.

With Principal Dumbledore leaving, the dinner became lively again, and the students at Hogwarts began to have heated discussions.

"Carlos, have you been to the west corridor on the third floor?" Harry asked casually, "I heard that you come back to the lounge very late every night recently."

It was obvious that Harry thought Carlos was running around late at night.

"I don't know." Carlos shook his head and said, "I'm busy cleaning the utility room."

"Cleaning the utility room?" Ron was stunned for a moment.

"It seems that Carlos has been punished with solitary confinement." Hermione explained: "I heard it from some Hufflepuff students yesterday."

"And it's not just this week." Carlos sighed and said, "I was fined for three weeks."

"Three weeks?!" Harry and Ron were both surprised.

"That's pretty much the longest confinement I've ever heard of," Hermione commented.

"Have you heard...Said as if you knew it a long time ago..." Ron muttered in a low voice and no one heard it.

"Professors Rosier and Snape both punished me with detention."

"Shouldn't it only be two weeks?" Harry expressed his confusion.

"Professor Snape fined me for two weeks."

"..." Harry nodded slightly to comfort Carlos and said, "Snape is that kind of person."

"Tricky and mean." Ron nodded.

Hermione didn't seem to want to join in their plan to whisper about the teacher. She just frowned slightly and didn't speak.

"Hmph, are you right to speak ill of the teacher behind his back?" An annoying voice suddenly came. Carlos frowned and looked, but when he saw the person clearly, his expression relaxed.

It's Malfoy from Slytherin Reserve House!

"Damn it, Malfoy, I didn't say anything bad about your good professor." Ron said to Malfoy, "You don't have to be a thief and eavesdrop."

"A thief?" Malfoy frowned and glared at Ron: "The Weasley family is the only one who can be a thief!"

"Malfoy..." Ron was about to retort when Harry and Carlos quickly stopped him.

"Don't argue with him," Harry said.

"Yes, a bad mood will affect the quality of the meat." Carlos muttered softly.

That's right, Carlos is still thinking about Slytherin, a group of magical animals... You know, Carlos has often heard people say: "Their group of pure bloods, their group of venomous snakes."

I don’t know...whether this is true or not.

"Humph, even your good friend Po Te knows not to fight against the Malfoy family!" Malfoy was unreasonable and chased and beat him as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Can you shut up, Malfoy?" Harry turned to look at him: "Didn't your father teach you to respect others?"

"I..." Malfoy was so angry that he couldn't speak. He slammed the table and said, "Do you dare to meet outside the Forbidden Forest at [-] o'clock the day after tomorrow?"

"Why don't you dare?" Ron said immediately: "When the time comes, you can find your mother."

"Hmph..." Malfoy snorted and turned away.

His departure left the trio looking unhappy.

"What a nuisance," said Ron.

"Carlos, are you coming the day after tomorrow?" Harry asked.

"Of course I'm coming." Carlos nodded, then said with a slight smile: "I can't let go of this research opportunity." You know, the students in Slytherin are very united, and Carlos has not found a single person yet. Slytherin students...

How can you know if they are magical animals without practice?

"Okay." Harry nodded and looked at Hermione. He considered his words before speaking.

As a result, Hermione interrupted him: "I'll go with you too, so that you don't cause any more trouble for Gryffindor." After that, she shook her head and left.

"Look at her!" Ron said, glaring. "What a nasty creature."

"No one begged her to go."

"Okay, Ron, it's a good thing Hermione is willing to help." Harry patted Ron on the shoulder and said, "We must repair Malfoy severely when the time comes."

"That's right..." Ron nodded, and then looked at Carlos as if he suddenly had an idea: "Carlos, do you know, Harry is going to become a Quidditch player!"

"Really?" Carlos was a little surprised: "What's Harry's position?"

"Seeker! Seeker Harry!" Ron said happily. You know, this is the most important position in Quidditch.

Harry also lowered his head a little embarrassed, but it could be seen that he was still very happy.

"Seeker?" Carlos nodded, then patted Harry who had his head lowered: "Don't be sad Harry, you will become a batter sooner or later."

There was no other way. After finally getting on the Quidditch pitch, I ended up doing the job of picking up balls. Carlos himself wouldn't be too happy, right?

Looking at the two people with confused expressions, Carlos shook his head slightly.

"By the way, I also have something interesting to tell you." Carlos said, unfolding his cooking manual, and then pointed to the picture above and said: "I have almost learned how to make sweet and sour pork. When the time comes, please You eat.”

"Sweet and sour pork?" Harry thought for a few seconds, and then something suddenly occurred to him. He asked with a surprised look on his face: "Where's Mane, you won't really take it..."

"Don't worry." Carlos smiled.

"Come here, Xiu Xiu!" He grabbed Mane who flew out of the book and said, "I won't eat alone. I want to raise Mane and cook it myself when there is something worth celebrating."

"Mane, what do you think?"

"Woo, woo, woo!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's not easy to curse people~"