Hogwarts Fantastic Beasts in the Stomach

"Woohoo..." Carlos sat down on the stool covered in dust. Ernie and Justin next to him looked at each other.

"I thought you weren't coming again." Ernie said casually.

"What do you mean again?" Carlos scratched his head: "It's just that one time, okay...that one time is also the last time."

"Oh?" Ernie shook his head suspiciously: "If Justin and I hadn't called you this morning, you must have overslept, right?"

"Oops..." Carlos lowered his head and said, "It's all Professor Snape's fault. He kept me here until very late."

"So this is why you don't go back to the dormitory until twelve o'clock these days?" Ernie opened his schoolbag and took out a book.

"Otherwise?" Carlos said casually and took out his book. While he was taking out his book, Rozier walked in, staring at the dark circles under his eyes.

He didn't know if it was Carlos's illusion, but he felt that Professor Rozier sighed when he saw him.

What does it mean?

In Carlos's confused eyes, Rozier coughed a few times to quiet the little wizards who were still chatting, and then said calmly: "Good morning, gentlemen and ladies."

"The content of our class today is mainly about the coma spell..." As he said that, Rozier showed a smile. That's right... the practice of the coma spell.

This spell, which at first glance sounds like it should be learned in the Charms class, is indeed taught in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class... and this is not the main reason.

Looking at the excited little wizards, Rozier nodded slightly, and then continued: "Then, I hope to find a classmate to demonstrate this magic spell with me..."

Hum, as he spoke, Rozier looked towards Carlos. He would immediately call Carlos and ask him to come...

Wait, where are the Kalos?

Rozier looked at the empty seats and was stunned for a moment. He was still here just now...

"Professor, choose me, choose me!" Rozier looked at a group of helpful little badgers and couldn't help but shake his head.

But being helpless, he couldn't just wait. He had no choice but to randomly select a little badger and stand up. The curly-haired girl looked at Rozier with a smile: "Professor, my name is Hannah Abbott."

"Well, you're very brave, Miss Abbott..." Rozier pretended to appreciate it, but on the other hand, his eyes were still searching for Carlos.

Strange...where has he gone?

That's right, where is the Carlos Rozier is looking for?

The quiet corridor is empty. There shouldn't be anyone here during Hogwarts' school hours...

Unless, you are skipping class, or some big shot is looking for you.

Carlos is lucky, a big shot is looking for him, but this big shot is not too old yet, well... specifically... he is still the same age as Carlos.

Then, there are also students.

"Carlos, you are the only one I can think of to help me." Looking at the nervous Harry in front of him, Carlos scratched his head. When he started class, he saw the boy greeting him through the crack of the door.

This forced him to take the opportunity to sneak out of the classroom. After all...Professor Rozier probably wouldn't notice him...well, that must be the case.

"So what's going on?" Carlos asked looking at Harry. He hadn't seen Harry in the past few days...except in the corridor the night before yesterday.

But they were wearing invisibility cloaks at that time, so I should have touched Harry...

"It has something to do with Ron." Harry said as he pulled Carlos away: "He was injured last night."

"Injured?" Carlos was stunned for a moment: "Then you should go find Pomfrey..."

"No, no." Harry shook his head and said, "He was injured by Lu Wei."

"Luwei?" Carlos was stunned for a moment. That seemed to be the name of Hagrid's three-headed dog...

"You went to the corridor on the third floor again?" Carlos said quickly: "Don't you know that when Lu Wei hears music..."

"We know." Harry said and lowered his head: "But Ron has a mouth ulcer."

"what?"

…………

"Ron, I found Carlos." As soon as he approached the Gryffindor lounge, Carlos saw Ron moaning on the sofa, and Hermione beside him.

But Hermione's condition was worse. She lowered her head and muttered something, and her face was pale.

"What happened to her?" Carlos looked at Hermione and asked, "Are you hurt too?"

Hermione ignored Carlos, but she still muttered: "Merlin, if Professor McGonagall finds out, I didn't go to class because of this."

"She will definitely fire me, she will definitely..."

"..." Carlos shook his head, and then immediately went to Ron's side to check. Ron's condition was not as bad as Carlos imagined. At least his hands and feet were intact.

But there was a large bandage wrapped around his arm. Judging from the technique... the bandager's technique was very poor.

"You should go find Hagrid." Carlos said, but looking at Ron's situation, he also understood that this seemed a bit forced, so he continued: "But it is enough to find me..."

With that said, Carlos picked up the scissors on the table in the lounge, and then lightly cut off the bandage on Ron's arm.

"First we need to deal with the fur...ah, no, we need to cut off the bandage first..." Carlos' muttering did not attract attention.

As he cut off the bandage, Carlos instantly smelled an unpleasant smell.

"What did you apply?" Carlos looked at the ugly-colored liquid and asked, "Don't tell me you cleaned the wound with water."

He looked at his two pale friends and understood immediately... They had indeed done this... If the person in front of him was not a human but a Sniff, Carlos would probably have to persuade them to do Sniff. It’s sweet and sour pork.

"You probably haven't sterilized it either, right?" Carlos said, shaking his head, and then immediately took down his cooking manual.

"Okay, okay...I still have something here..." Carlos said, picking up the wand: "The alcohol is coming."

With a "pop", Carlos caught the flying alcohol. Fortunately, he got a bottle of alcohol from Professor Snape's cabinet yesterday. He originally thought of using it as a dye... but he didn't expect to use it here. .

Carlos stirred the alcohol and said, "Can you get me a clean cloth?"

"Or maybe cotton?"

Harry nodded and stood up staggeringly, and Hermione also broke out of her dazed state. She pulled off the hem of her skirt and asked, "Is this okay?"

Carlos was stunned for a moment and then nodded: "Of course..." He took the corner and quickly dipped it in the alcohol.

"Hold him down." Carlos said to Hermione: "Hold down Ron?"

"What?" Hermione was stunned for a moment.

"It will hurt a lot, and he will definitely twist..." Carlos explained and raised the alcohol on his hand.

Only then did Hermione realize that it wasn't that the little witch wasn't knowledgeable enough, it was just that she was overwhelmed by the anxiety in her heart.

"Huh." Carlos nodded: "It's about to begin."

He held up the alcohol cloth in his hand and lightly touched Ron's wound. The wound on Ron's arm was long, but it didn't look like a bite, more like a claw wound.

That's not bad... Carlos thought about applying the alcohol on it. As soon as his alcohol cloth touched Ron, he screamed and squirmed at the same time.

"Hold him down!" Carlos said, and continued applying.

Hermione's strength wasn't too great, but luckily Ron didn't seem to have much strength due to his injuries. The two of them were able to disinfect the wound after working hard.

"Huh..." Carlos breathed out, then took the bandage from Harry's hand, and while wrapping the bandage on Ron, he said: "Let's take him to Hagrid quickly."

"I can only disinfect him."

That's right, Carlos discovered that Ron's wound was very deep, at least to the point where he needed stitches... This was something he couldn't handle. Of course, it might be faster to use a magic spell.

But none of the three of them should be able to do this kind of curse.

"Thank you for your help Carlos..." Harry nodded and looked at Carlos. He was very grateful that his friend could skip class and help him.

"It doesn't matter." Carlos shook his head. He actually felt that helping others was important, and it was definitely more important than going to class anyway.

Only Hermione shook her head slightly and said, "Carlos, where did you learn medical skills?"

"Learn?" Carlos shook his head: "I haven't learned anything."

"These are the methods I use when dealing with magical animals."

"Fantastic beasts?" Hermione and Harry were stunned.

Then blurted out: "So you're a veterinarian?"