Admiral of Hogwarts

After getting Veneto's permission, many interested students stepped forward and picked up the golden egg and bumped it in their hands. To the surprise of many people, the golden egg was not much lighter than a real dragon egg.

"Ha, this thing is quite heavy." Marietta said, holding the dragon egg in both hands, and then looked at the grooves on the golden egg. "It seems that this egg can be opened - Veneto, do you know what is inside this egg?"

"I haven't had time to open it yet." Veneto said while eating a piece of chocolate. "Whoever wants to open it can do it, but it's best to take some precautions before opening it."

"Don't worry, we are not those impulsive lions." Michael Corner placed the golden egg passed to him on the stand on the fireplace, and then several senior students stepped forward and performed magic on the golden egg. Several defensive magics.

Then, Davis, the new captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team, put on his dragonhide gloves and stepped forward, inserted his hand into the groove, and then pried it hard.

This golden egg was much easier to open than expected, so it was opened by just gently breaking the golden egg with your hand, and the contents inside were revealed to everyone present.

The golden egg was empty - there was nothing inside, but the moment it was opened, an extremely terrifying, high-pitched scream filled the entire room.

"Close it!" Several Ravenclaw students shouted at the same time, blocking their ears with their hands.

Fortunately, Davis was better at facing such situations. As soon as the golden egg screamed, he closed the golden egg with force, making the room quiet again.

"This is just an ordinary voice." said Penello, who has become the president of the female student union this year. "Because the magic we set around the golden egg has not changed in any way."

"So I think these voices should be clues, which contain information about the next game. It's just that the contestants have to solve the mystery inside to get the information that the voices want to convey."

"You're right." Veneto took out a handkerchief and wiped the chocolate marks on his hands and said, "We can even narrow the range a little bit smaller. For example, this kind of scream is actually a language."

After determining the direction, if you want to solve the problem, you have to rely on trial and error, and the results cannot be figured out in a short time.

So everyone quickly relaxed completely and began to celebrate Veneto's first game victory in the common room. The celebration did not end until 12:30 in the morning.

December brought blustery winds, rain and snow to Hogwarts. Although there is always draft in the castle in winter, compared with the people living in Durmstrang's big boat parked on the lake, the hot fire and thick walls in the castle obviously look more secure. Some.

The big ship was bumping and swaying in the strong wind, and its black sails were flying and dancing in the dark night sky. Considering that even the large Hogwarts does not have heating in all places, then the living environment of Durmstrang's house, which is like a prefabricated house, is obviously even worse.

Hagrid has been busy during this time, constantly providing Madame Maxime's horses with their favorite single malt whiskey, so that they can still be in high spirits even on snowy days.

Therefore, the smell of alcohol drifted from the feed trough in the corner of the temporary stable, making the students in the Care of Magical Creatures class a little dizzy.

Despite this, everyone still needs to be alert and take care of those Blast-Ended Skrewts that don't seem to be a good source of trouble. Even if Hagrid had reared them separately in advance, the snails' cannibalistic nature meant that only 15 of them were left.

Now each of these horrific creatures is nearly six feet long. They have a thick gray protective layer, powerful legs that swing wildly, tails that are constantly exploding and spitting fire, as well as their spines and suckers.

All of this combined made the Blast-Ended Skrewt one of, if not the, most disgusting thing any of the wizards present had ever seen since birth.

The reason why everyone gathered in the playground today was because Hagrid felt that these snails might need to hibernate. So let’s take a look at how this creature hibernates.

"Didn't the Gryffindor students try it this morning? They said that not only do these creatures not hibernate, but they also hate others putting them into certain sealed spaces." The Ravenclaw student suddenly said .

"Ah - you are right." Hagrid nodded and said, "But after researching it, I felt that maybe the method I used was wrong, so I decided to try another method."

Hagrid's new method was to have everyone dig a hole in the open space around his house, then place the blast-ended skrewts at the bottom of the hole and then cover it with a thin layer of soil.

For most people, this job is obviously much easier than stuffing the blast-ended skrewts in a box covered with blankets and pillows. Especially with the help of magic, digging holes is a very easy job.

So in just ten minutes, everyone dug a large hole as big as a well and deeper than a person. Then they threw the snails in and covered them with soil as hard as they could.

The snails didn't seem to like being treated like this, but after entering the pit, the snails were completely restrained. Neither the flames nor the thorns on their bodies could hurt the wizards who came to class.

"Wait a minute, everyone, stop." Seeing a group of students happily using shovels to flatten the mounds of soil raised by the snails, Hagrid quickly waved his hand to stop everyone, and then dug up the snails. come out.

It has to be said that the snails have rough skin and thick flesh. Even if they are buried for more than ten minutes, most of them are still alive and kicking. As long as they stop beating with the shovel, they can crawl out by themselves as soon as the soil on their bodies is lifted.

The only exception was the two pits that Veneto had photographed just now. The two snails that were inside looked a little wilted, but there was no problem on the outside.

So during the rest of the class, Hagrid admitted that his plan to hibernate the blast-tailed snails would not work. He then put away these little monsters and took out several fire crabs that had been used to cultivate the blast-ended snails for everyone to practice. explain.

Compared to the fried-tailed snails, which are ugly, smelly and very fond of attacking people, the fire crabs can spit fire from their butts, but their personalities are much better than the fried-tailed snails.

At least compared to those blast-tailed snails that spit out flames for no apparent reason, everything about fire crabs is foreboding, and there is no problem of being burned without warning.

What's more, although fire crabs are actually called crabs, they look like turtles, with their shells studded with jewels. It looks to be several levels higher than the appearance of a bomb-tailed snail.

While everyone was observing the Fire Crab, Hagrid approached Hugo and the others and talked about Rita Skeeter's interview in the Gryffindor and Slytherin class that morning.

"Hagrid, you shouldn't have done that to Rita." After listening to Hagrid's description of the whole process, Hermione frowned and said nervously, "After all, she has no moral bottom line, and no one is willing to read what she writes. Quite a few.”

"So it is very likely that she will dig out some secrets from you and then add to them. By that time, I am worried that you may encounter the situation that happened to Harry recently."