This Hogwarts is not normal

Draco didn't show up for dinner.

He probably wrote to his father asking to transfer schools. After all, if he stays at Hogwarts, he will only encounter more angry things.

Unfortunately, the reply was a refusal.

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

He just lost his seat on the board of directors, so if he transfers to another school now, it means that he has a ghost in his heart.

Malfoy had to show the face of the victim, at least for half a year in silence.

When the momentum of the wizard card picks up, Lucius will get rid of the other school managers and come back to be the chairman of the board secretly.

Albus Dumbledore?

Vincent Wayne?

Give him everything, Master Malfoy, and wait!

The refreshed Draco laughed alone in the dormitory.

Smiling and laughing, the corners of his eyes were still moist.

Especially crazy, especially abstract.

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just past morning,

Six small figures quietly walked out of the castle.

They stopped in front of a cabin, and the one in 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, "Come with me, I've got the place ready."

He took the six cubs to an underground cave deep in the Forbidden Forest.

The surrounding area is full of greenery, and the space inside is very wide.

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

Under the faint light, a big guy glowing green squeezed out of the bottle.

It had one eye closed, and even the open one was dull, as if it had a membrane attached to it.

The body is the same as it was before shedding its skin, but since it came out, it has been coiled on the ground weakly.

"Wow——" Hagrid stretched out his hand cautiously, gently stroking its huge body that was almost equal to his own.

"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 it to attack Myrtle 50 years ago."

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

As a half-blood giant, Hagrid did not inherit the brutal nature of giants.

On the contrary, he is very simple.

The basilisk is certainly the murderer of Myrtle, but Tom is the culprit of a series of tragedies.

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

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

"Yes." Vincent was slightly surprised. "He—Voldemort is very good at disguising. Professor Dumbledore said that he never showed his feet 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 is no danger?" Rove squatted down and raised his hands in the air.

"Harry used Parseltongue to instruct it not to attack people." Vincent also squatted down, without reaching 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 gritted his teeth suddenly, "And Snape, this guy stole all the venom."

The venom of the millennium basilisk, the price is second only to the treasure of Phoenix tears.

"Good buddy, don't be sad." George patted him on the shoulder, "Haven't we already planned it? The old and new grudges will be settled 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 a more poisonous poison, it will definitely not be used up so quickly."

"He has a Lockhart hearing next Saturday, so let's wait until then."

Hagrid tilted his head, "Did you—"

"We're not!" Hermione hastily denied, "It's eerie and scary there, there must be a lot of traps and traps."

"Ah?" His big hand moved away from the slightly warm scales, "I was just asking if you want Jomgand's venom."

"Jomgand?"

"That's the big guy." His big hand slapped the basilisk vigorously.

The six little ones stayed for a while, and then they all stood up.

Within 5 minutes of meeting, I even thought of a name.

"Hagrid, Professor Dumbledore said it-Jomgand will live in the Forbidden Forest in the future, isn't that your idea?"

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

All six little ones narrowed their eyes.

The old case 50 years ago will be overturned, and the gamekeeper will be promoted to a professor?

Is Dumbledore really lost?

"This is not a good position!"

"Yeah, look at Quirrell and Lockhart."

"Perhaps the snake—Jomgand—has a Tom's soul in it."

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

"Then you..." Vincent looked at the hole in the ground again.

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

The same is true of the lairs where the acromantulas live. It is estimated that Hagrid also helped to find out.

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

Hagrid is a talent who can take care of the palm-sized Aragog in 50 years.

"Aren't you the new Protection of Magical Creatures professor next year?"

"No, I—" Hagrid shyly shyly said, "How did you know? I only received a notification from Dumbledore the day before yesterday."

"You've got the answer written all over your face."

He coughed in embarrassment, "Remember not to say it——

By the way, Vincent, don't you need Jomgand's horns for your experiments?Take it away, finish work early and rest early. "

Vincent took out a ring engraved with his own magic rune, put it on his hand and bent over Jomgand's big head.

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

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

"Hey, you won't feel any pain."

Just as Jomgand was about to raise his head, the scalpel in his hand had been slashed horizontally.

Before it understood what had happened, it had already become a thousand-year-old one-horned basilisk.

Vincent didn't pick the blind left eye, but chose the other side.

He turned the scalpel back into a ring, and cupped the full 20-inch basilisk horn in both hands.

Older pythons also grow "horns," but they're just horny protrusions.

"Hiss—" Perhaps the mithril scalpel was too sharp, and it took Jomgand a dozen or so seconds to react.

Hagrid held down its forehead with one hand, and with the other he took a bottle out of his coat.

He applied white fresh powder to the cross-section on the right, "Okay, okay, the pain will be gone soon."

It may seem rough at first glance, but after a long time, you will find that the technique is very gentle.

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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