Hogwarts Fantastic Beasts in the Stomach

In the near winter, the Hogwarts grassland is like a huge piece of green cheese, swaying back and forth with the last breeze, and then the bare trees are like small holes in the cheese, making people curious, but also looking particularly ugly.

Carlos was leaning under a tree with Mane and Luo Lizard at this time, sniffing and lizard, just lying together looking at the clouds in the sky.

The scenery was so peaceful, and of course it would have been better if Carlos hadn't been criticizing Mane.

"Manet blames you for eating too fast..." Carlos said and flicked Manet's stomach with his fingers.

"If you can stay a little longer, we can analyze the specific information of the magic cooking." Of course Carlos was talking about the bowl of fish soup made from the Black Lake silver carp. After Carlos returned to the dormitory Finally, Mane was already lying on the empty plate, burping happily.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Mane seemed to be dissatisfied with Carlos playing it, and it fluttered its short hands to resist the epidemic and said: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"

"What do you mean by catching another one?" Carlos curled his lips: "We have been fishing for three days and haven't gained anything."

"Plop." Just as Carlos was saying this, there was a vibration and splashing sound from the fishing rod. He quickly got up and pulled up the fishing rod.

"Hey..." Looking at the caught spoon, Carlos shook his head subconsciously: "Look, Mane, do you know how difficult it is to catch a silver carp?"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Mane crossed his arms with an indifferent expression, then raised his head without any intention of admitting his mistake.

"You guy...wait a minute, Mane, you'd better pray that you don't meet me one day so hungry that I can't stand it anymore." Carlos threatened Mane and then took off the cooking manual from his waist.

He talked a little too much and he was getting hungry.

"Luo Lizard, come and help..." Carlos said, calling out to his other partner. It seemed that because winter was coming, Luo Lizard's movements had become sluggish.

Maybe the gradually colder weather has affected it.

"Hiss, hiss." Luo Lizard shook his head and climbed onto Carlos's sleeve, then opened his mouth and spit out a ball of fire.

Looking at the lit firewood under the crucible, Carlos nodded slightly: "What are you going to eat today?"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Mane was the first to express his opinion.

"As I said, there are no more tarpons." Carlos rolled his eyes at Mane angrily: "We only have eight-eyed spiders and Billywigs left."

"Hiss, hiss." Luo Lizard couldn't help but stick out his tongue as soon as he heard Billywig's name.

"It's not that bad, right?" Carlos couldn't help but shake his head after hearing what it said: "Isn't it just... that Mane ate and vomited..."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Mane waved his fist and hit Carlos, as if he was warning Carlos not to mention that incident again.

"Okay, okay..." Carlos smiled softly and reached for his pocket. Only a Silver Siko could comfort the angry Niffler.

But it was obvious that when Carlos put his hand in, he found that the Silver Siko seemed to have been put into Sniff's pocket.

"Damn it, Mane!" Carlos immediately raised the back of its neck: "You stole my money again!"

"Woooooo!"

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Soon, as the sun set, Carlos and his two friends sat around the crucible, and then slowly tasted the eight-eyed spider soup in the bowl.

"Every time I drink this soup, I feel very energetic..." Carlos said thoughtfully while lying on the grass, "I wonder if this is magic cooking?"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!" Mane was the first to object to Carlos's idea, patting her belly.

"Is this the same as Grandpa Newt's black coffee?" Carlos immediately retorted: "Besides, that black coffee is not so refreshing."

"Click." Just as the two "people" were saying this, Carlos suddenly heard a crisp sound. When he turned his head, he saw several students riding brooms chasing a golden object flying in the sky. .

At first glance, Carlos thought it was the Snitch, but soon he realized that it seemed to be the Golden Snitch.

Since he watched a real Quidditch game, he finally understood the rules of Quidditch. He didn't expect that Harry's status was so high at the time.

"Carlos, catch him!" Someone in that group of people seemed to know him?

Carlos was stunned for a moment, then watched the golden snitch flying towards him, and subconsciously reached out to grab it.

"Snapped."

A cold touch followed, and Carlos was slightly startled when he looked at the Golden Snitch in his hand.

"Well done Carlos!" The Quidditch players on their broomsticks rolled over, led by Cedric Diggory, the Seeker of Hufflepuff College.

"Cedric?" Carlos looked at him and was stunned for a moment: "Shouldn't you be training in the stadium?"

"It's all Ned's fault," said a player behind Cedric. "He slipped and let the Snitch free."

"It's not entirely his fault. He was also careless." Cedric comforted his teammate with a smile.

Then he gently stretched out his hand to Carlos: "I didn't expect you to react so quickly." He took the Golden Snitch and said, "If you are interested in Quidditch, I can help you ask our captain."

"That's right." Another player nodded: "You know, Harry from Gryffindor is only in the first year."

"But he did really well."

When Carlos heard this, he quickly shook his head. Not to mention whether he wanted to be a Quidditch player or not, he just thought about training every day like Harry... Carlos felt that it was better to forget it.

"I don't know much about Quidditch, and I'm not interested in it."

"That's a pity." Cedric smiled softly. Since Carlos didn't want to, he naturally wouldn't force it.

"If you change your mind, come find me." Cedric said, holding the broom on his crotch: "See you later."

"Well, see you later!" Carlos waved to them, and then watched the Hufflepuff Quidditch team leave.

But Carlos didn't make any move after watching them leave. He began to think about his behavior just now...how did he catch the golden snitch?

By reaction?

Carlos is fully aware of his own reactions. He has never won the Scamander home's ball-finding and bird-escape competition.

The worst time was when he even lost to Gilliel, a Bowtruckle raised by Newt.

But... I just now... could actually see and catch the golden snitch...

Carlos couldn't help but start to wonder if all this was influenced by the bowl of spider soup?

Could it be that...this bowl of spider soup is also magical cooking?

Carlos frowned slightly, then picked up Mane who was leaning at his feet: "Let's go, Mane, let's go find Hagrid."

He needs an eight-eyed spider to study it carefully.