The Admiral of Hogwarts

"Good job, Hugo." After finishing the speech and announcing the start of the banquet, Hugo returned to the side of the dining table. As soon as he sat down, his sister patted him on the shoulder and praised him.

"It seems you've grown up now, at least your performance in the speech just now was very good. At least I think everyone in the audience listened to your speech."

"Actually, my speech isn't the main reason everyone is excited." Hugo shrugged and said, "I think the real reason everyone is so excited is because we did it."

"You know, language is powerless compared to facts. No matter how good the speech is, it can only excite everyone for a while. Only facts can penetrate people's hearts."

"The reason everyone is so excited now is because the ship girls have indeed done a very good job, allowing everyone to see a bright future."

So, in an atmosphere of excitement, the entire banquet came to a successful conclusion. The next morning, Hugo and Hermione returned to London through the sub-dimensional connection and boarded the Hogwarts Express.

"What's wrong? You seem a little listless." On the train, Hugo noticed that his sister seemed a little down, so he curiously asked.

"It's nothing, I just suddenly feel unmotivated." Hermione tucked the hair that had fallen in front of her face behind her ear, then raised her head and said. "I always feel that everything in school has become unusually small compared to what I saw before."

"You know, my biggest goal before was to become the Minister of Magic. But I think compared to the starry sky, the Ministry of Magic, or even the entire wizarding world, is really not worth mentioning."

"Okay, I understand what you're thinking." Hugo immediately understood the reason why his sister looked a little depressed. It's the same principle as sometimes ignorance is bliss.

"But you don't need to worry like this at all. You know, we now have a long time, so you don't have to be too entangled in this kind of thing."

"You can first take the Minister of Magic as your goal here, and then consider other things when the time comes. After all, our future plans also require a large number of management personnel, and the Minister of Magic is a very good transitional position."

"The way you say that, I think other wizards would probably be pissed off if they heard it." After hearing Hugo say this, Hermione chuckled.

Because after being told this by Hugo, she realized at this time that her worries were completely unnecessary. For those ship girls who have a long life, choosing everything when facing a choice is also a good option.

After calming down, Hermione's spirit suddenly cheered up from the depression just now. Unlike ordinary ship girls, as a ship girl converted from a human, she retains more of the human side, so she always has some special ideas.

Indeed, some of these special ideas will bring new, positive thinking or new ideas to the ship girls, but other parts may bring some negative things.

Fortunately, the Admiral Network can always sense this type of information and make timely judgments, so that the situation does not deteriorate significantly.

Soon, everything in the school returned to normal, but although it is already January, spring is obviously not coming so soon.

On the first day of class, the grounds were still covered with thick snow, and fine water droplets condensed on the windows of the greenhouse. They couldn't see the scenery outside the window at all when they had Herbology class.

It's not a good idea to go to outdoor classes in this kind of weather, especially when you need to deal with Blast-Ended Skrewts. Fortunately, when they arrived at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, Hagrid changed the teaching content.

This may be related to his recent success in love, so when everyone gathered together to prepare for class, they found that Hagrid didn't bring those disgusting Blast-Ended Skrewts, but instead led a winged horse out of the stable.

"Madam Maxime has generously allowed me to introduce these big guys from the south of France to everyone." Hagrid introduced to everyone while pulling on the reins on the horse's halter.

Everyone unreservedly expressed their love for this kind of horse, especially Quidditch enthusiasts. Because the History of Magic once said that the flying runes on the earliest flying broomsticks came from the natural patterns on the wings of this magical creature.

Yes, most of the flying power of these horses comes from the magical structure on their wings. Otherwise, with their not-so-large wings and tons of weight, they definitely couldn't fly by relying on their physical bodies alone.

Hagrid really has a way of dealing with magical creatures. When it was first led out of the stable, this horse shook its head uncomfortably because of the outside temperature, but after Hagrid offered a barrel of wine, it immediately calmed down and started drinking the whiskey in the barrel.

Winged horses generally look very similar to winged Palomino horses, and the muscles on their bodies are full of strength. The light golden fur and silver mane add a touch of elegance to this horse in addition to its strength.

"Oh, it's so beautiful!" Lisa Turpin whispered, "I heard that this kind of horse only has wild populations in the central United States, and only Beauxbatons and the magic ministries of a few major countries can breed them. It's difficult for ordinary people to see them."

"Miss Turpin, you're right." Hagrid nodded at this time and said. "This is mainly because the cost of raising this kind of horse is too expensive. On average, one horse may consume hundreds of Galleons a month."

"The reason why it costs so much money is that, on the one hand, the only food this kind of horse will eat, other than certain precious herbs, is hand-brewed high-end whiskey, and on the other hand, their adaptability is relatively poor—"

Obviously, Hagrid's knowledge of magical animals is not limited to those fierce monsters. He knows no less about these noble creatures.

However, from Hagrid's tone, Hugo felt that he probably thought in his heart that it would be better if such a strong horse had claws and teeth and liked to eat raw meat in large mouthfuls.

"I thought this kind of horse was a purely artificially cultivated creature." Hermione said softly while taking notes. "Because almost all books only say that this kind of horse drinks high-end whiskey."

"Actually, this is part of the wizards' propaganda." Hugo also said softly. "Historically, wizards once hunted this animal extensively because their diet contained a large number of valuable herbs."

"However, as the number of this animal decreased significantly, the wizards realized that they needed to protect this magical animal. So, there was this new propaganda to reduce the wizards' disgust for this magical creature."

"This is really—" After hearing Hugo's explanation, Hermione shook her head. Obviously, this kind of protection that is purely out of utilitarianism always makes people want to complain.

Obviously, this beautiful magical creature attracts everyone's attention more. When the class bell rang, the students realized that the time of this class had passed so quickly.

When leaving the playground, every student expressed their satisfaction with this class. In particular, many girls hoped that Hagrid could maintain this state now, because those sticky Blast-Ended Skrewts were really disgusting.