This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Draco didn't show up at dinner. ♦ൠ ♦♦

He probably wrote a letter to his father asking to transfer to another school. After all, if he stayed at Hogwarts any longer, he would only encounter more angry things.

Unfortunately, the reply was rejection.

The reason is also very simple, the timing is wrong.

He just lost his seat on the board of directors, so transferring to another school now just means that he has something wrong with him.

Malfoy had to act like a victim, and he had to suffer quietly for at least half a year.

When the wizard card gains momentum, Lucius will get rid of all the other school directors and come back as the secret chairman of the board of directors.

Albus Dumbledore?

Vincent Wayne?

Leave it all to him, Master Malfoy!

Draco, who had regained his energy, laughed out loud alone in the dormitory.

He smiled, the corners of his eyes still moist.

Very crazy, very abstract.

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Just after early morning,

Six small figures quietly walked out of the castle.

They stopped in front of a small wooden house, and the one at the front raised his hand and knocked on the door three times.

"Hahaha - you are finally here!" Hagrid opened his big hands and held Vincent in the air with a little force.

"Take it easy, I don't know if this little bottle is strong enough."

Hagrid quickly put him down gently, "Follow me, I've prepared the place."

He took the six little ones to the outside of an underground cave deep in the Forbidden Forest. (-_-) (-_-)

There is lots of greenery nearby and the space inside is very spacious.

Vincent uncorked the bottle, tipped the small bottle and tapped the bottom.

Under the weak light, a big guy with green light squeezed out of the bottle.

It had one eye closed, and even the open one had no luster, as if there was a film attached to it.

The body is still the same as before it shed its skin, but since it came out, it has always been lying on the ground limply.

"Wow -" Hagrid carefully reached out his hand and gently touched its huge body, which was almost the same size as himself.

"Hagrid, don't you hate it?"

"I don't hate it. It's actually quite pitiful. Dumbledore told me that it was Riddle who controlled the Myrtle it attacked fifty years ago."

Vincent turned to face the other five people with an expression he had expected.

As a hybrid giant, Hagrid did not inherit the cruel nature of giants.

On the contrary, he is very simple.

Although the basilisk is the murderer of Myrtle, Tom is the culprit of a series of tragedies.

"I never thought that Riddle would be a bad person, and I never thought that he would blame me."

Hagrid's big hand stroking the cold scales paused, "Riddle is him, right? It's Voldemort."

"Yes." Vincent was a little surprised, "He—Voldemort is very good at disguise. Professor Dumbledore said that he had never been exposed when he was in school."

The basilisk seemed to be sleepy and tired, with its big head lying on its body.

"Are you sure there's no danger?" Luofu squatted down and raised his hands in the air.

"Harry told it in Parseltongue not to attack people." Vincent also squatted down and did not reach out to touch it.

"One of its eyes was blinded by Professor McGonagall with my iron-copper alloy sniper rifle, and the other was enchanted by Professor Dumbledore."

He suddenly gritted his teeth and said, "And Snape, this man secretly collected all the venom."

The venom of the Millennium Basilisk is a treasure second only to Phoenix Tears in price.

"Good buddy, don't be sad." George patted him on the shoulder, "Didn't we already have a plan? We will settle the old and new grudges together when the time comes."

"Yes." Fred also squatted down, his tone seemed to be encouraging,

"Don't worry too much. Whether the old bat sells it or brews more poisonous poison, it will definitely not be used up so quickly."

"He will attend Lockhart's hearing next Saturday, so let's wait until then."

Hagrid tilted his big head, "Are you—"

"We're not!" Hermione hurriedly denied, "It's dark and scary there. There must be a lot of traps and mechanisms."

"Ah?" His big hand moved away from the already slightly warm scales, "I just asked you if you wanted Jomgand's venom."

"Jomgande?"

"That's the big guy." He slapped the basilisk hard with his big hand.

The six children only stayed for a moment, and then they all stood up.

Within five minutes of meeting, I had already thought of a name.

"Hagrid, Professor Dumbledore said that Jomgand will live in the Forbidden Forest in the future. Isn't this your idea?"

"Yeah, because I'm going to--" Hagrid suddenly covered his mouth next semester.

All six little ones narrowed their eyes.

An old case from fifty years ago needs to be overturned, and the gamekeeper needs to be promoted to professor?

Is Dumbledore really at his wits end?

"This is not a good position!"

"Yeah, look at Quirrell and Lockhart."

"Perhaps there is still a Tom's soul hidden in this snake-Jom Gander."

Hagrid was very grateful for their concern, "Don't worry, Dumbledore hasn't decided who will be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor next year."

"Then you..." Vincent once again looked at the hole where he stood.

This is an environment that is very suitable for Jomgand to survive, and it can be seen that it has been carefully selected.

The same goes for the nest where the Acromantulas live, and Hagrid probably helped find it as well.

It just so happens that Professor Kettleburn will retire next year, and there should be two vacant professor positions next year.

Hagrid is a talent who can take care of the palm-sized Aragog and have his descendants everywhere in fifty years.

"Are you the new professor of Care of Magical Creatures next year?"

"No, I--" Hagrid was shy, "How did you know? I just received Dumbledore's notice the day before yesterday."

"You have written the answer on your face."

He coughed awkwardly, "Remember not to tell anyone--

By the way, Vincent, don't you need Jom's horn for your experiment? Take it away quickly, finish it early and rest early."

Vincent took out a ring engraved with his own magic runes, put it on his hand, and bent down to face Jom's big head.

"Hagrid, please don't let him move."

The mithril ring melted like liquid and quickly combined into a thin scalpel.

"Be good, you won't feel any pain."

Just as Jom's head was about to be raised, the scalpel in his hand had already slashed horizontally.

Before it understood what was happening, it had already become a thousand-year-old horned serpent.

Vincent did not pick the blinded left eye, but chose the other side.

He turned the scalpel back into a ring and held up the 20-inch-long serpent horn with both hands.

Old pythons will also grow "horns", but they are just a kind of keratinous protrusions.

"Hiss--" Maybe the mithril scalpel was too sharp, Jom's scalpel took more than ten seconds to react.

Hagrid pressed its forehead with one hand and took out a bottle from his coat with the other hand.

He applied the white powder on the right cross section, "Okay, okay, it won't hurt soon."

It may seem a bit rough at first glance, but in fact, you will find that the technique is very gentle after watching it for a long time.

In terms of caring for magical animals, Hagrid is indeed qualified to be a professor.

The premise is that the species living in the forbidden forest will not become more rampant because of this.

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