Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

Hermione still looked a little confused and was about to ask more questions when Soul put his finger to his lips to signal her to be quiet.

Then, under Hermione's doubtful gaze, Soul squatted down, picked up a stone on the ground, and used a silent spell to turn it into a transparent glass bottle.

That beetle, if nothing Sur expected, was the one in the Daily Prophet who loved to use exaggerated or untrue language to report, the famous one---

Rita Skeeter.

The way she obtains information is to turn into a beetle, fly around, and lie down in other people's homes to eavesdrop on information. This also explains why she has all kinds of explosive revelations.

She is more of a paparazzi than a reporter, because the targets of Rita's revelations are often famous wizards.

This beetle is Rita's Animagus form. The key point is that this is an illegal Animagus that has not been registered by the Ministry of Magic. It is also something that Rita Skeeter deeply hides. The biggest secret known to outsiders.

There were so many beetles, how could Soul be sure that this beetle was Rita Skeeter whom he wanted to find and teach a lesson.

Oh, don't forget what time of year it is.

This is December, a winter when the daily temperature on the Scottish Plateau fluctuates around zero. Even if there is temperature control magic here, it is impossible for a normal beetle to appear here in a short period of time.

Even in the magical world, even magical animals must follow the laws of nature.

What an unexpected bonus.

Sol held up the glass bottle and cast a silent silencing spell at his feet. Under Hermione's puzzled gaze, he tiptoed close to the giant deer statue.

Rita Skeeter was lying on the statue at the moment, listening intently to Hagrid's chat, hoping to get a chance to make some big revelations. She didn't notice at all that there was a little wizard holding a glass bottle behind her who was trying to figure out something. on her body.

Not a trace of defensiveness, not a trace of worry.

The beetle was perfectly enclosed in the glass bottle with a crisp sound of collision between glass and stone. It spread its wings in panic and flew upwards, but hit the bottom of the glass bottle and was a little dizzy for a while.

"Who is it?" A dull voice sounded. Sur's actions naturally could not be concealed from the two 'big men' on the stone bench not far from the stone deer statue.

"It's me, Hagrid, good evening." Soul replied in reply, conjuring a cork with one hand and plugging the mouth of the bottle as quickly as possible.

Ha, that went so well.

"Oh... Soul, why are you here, and where is Hermione?" Hagrid tilted his head and said something to the person next to him, then stood up and walked over.

"I'm here." Hermione stepped forward, "We came here for a walk, what about you?"

Hermione looked at the other 'big man' who was sitting motionless, "Are you coming here for a date with Madame Maxime?"

Hagrid subconsciously looked back at the stone bench. Mrs. Maxim heard his name and looked over curiously.

"Aha, no, we just felt that the air in the auditorium was a bit stuffy, so we came out for some fresh air." Hagrid turned around again, and in the hazy light, his face could be seen a little rosy.

"By the way, what did you just do?" Hagrid seemed not to want to continue talking about this embarrassing question. He scratched his head and turned his attention to Soul.

"It's nothing, Hagrid." Suer picked up the glass bottle, shook it, and said with a smile, "I saw a beetle. It was strange that beetles appeared in winter, so I grabbed it and wanted to go back and study it. There’s something special about a beetle, like plucking its wings or something.”

For the two people present, oh, and Madame Maxime, there was actually nothing wrong with this sentence, it was just a beetle.

But this beetle is no ordinary beetle, it is a human being and can understand human speech.

So, after hearing words like plucking his wings, Skeeter flew up in panic, struggled wildly in the bottle, and bumped into walls everywhere, but it was of no use other than knocking himself dizzy.

"Ha, it's really strange. There are still beetles that can stay active in such a cold weather. If you find anything, please tell me." Hagrid looked at the bottle with interest.

"That's it, you can continue walking."

"Okay, Hagrid, but I have something to say to you." Suer glanced at Mrs. Maxim on the stone bench, not forgetting the purpose of coming out this time, and at the same time he breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that he arrived quite early, and things have not yet reached the worst point, when the two of them parted ways.

"What?" Hagrid was about to turn around and chat with the 'girl' who had attracted his attention. Hearing this, he blinked his dark eyes blankly.

Soul handed the bottle to Hermione and leaned against the stone deer statue. Seeing this, Hagrid also leaned over.

"That's right, Hagrid, I got an important piece of information about that person." Suer blinked and used the skill of making his voice sound like a line.

If someone is next to Sur, they can only see his mouth moving, but no sound will come out.

Seeing Hagrid's surprise and preparing to ask a question, Soul quickly raised his finger and said, "Shh, don't talk."

"Listen, Hagrid, listen to my advice. When you are chatting with Mrs. Maxim, don't mention any topics about blood. According to the information I know, Mrs. Maxim is very concerned about this."

Hagrid showed a surprised expression, but seeing the serious look on Su Er's face, he still nodded in understanding.

Although Hagrid doesn't have a high emotional intelligence and can't hide all his secrets like he grew up drinking truth serum, he has a very good advantage, that is, he listens to advice.

After receiving a positive answer, Soul pulled Hermione away with satisfaction.

He has done everything he can. Now, it depends on Hagrid himself. No one knows whether this love will blossom or bear fruit.

But Suer very much hopes to receive an invitation from Hagrid to his wedding one day in the future.

To be honest, Hagrid and Madame Maxime have a very high sense of camaraderie. They are both mixed-race giants. In terms of height and physique, the two of them are very suitable.

Moreover, it can be seen from the time when Hagrid took Mrs. Maxim to see the fire dragon in the jungle that Mrs. Maxim and Hagrid have the same preference for ferocious creatures. This is already a very rare place. .

Two people with similar views can often go further than others.

It would be a real pity if you missed it like the original.