Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God - Vol 7 Chapter 36

On the first morning after school, the storm subsided, but the ceiling of the auditorium was still gloomy.

As Harry and Ron ate breakfast and pored over their class schedule for the semester, a thick cloud of blue-gray was rolling over their heads.

At the same table, Fred and George, who were a few seats away from them, were discussing with their good friend Lee Jordan on what spells to use to make them age, and then slipped through and entered the final three. Competition.

“It was a good day…outdoors all morning,” Ron said, sliding his fingers over the Monday column in the class schedule, “herbal class, with Hufflepuff students, conservation of magical creatures class…unlucky , with Slytherin again…”

“Two divination lessons this afternoon.” Harry lowered his head and sighed.

Divination was his least favorite subject after Potions, and Professor Trelawney’s constant predictions of Harry’s imminent death annoyed him.

“Perhaps you should drop this class like I did.”

Hermione, who had just finished the morning run with Clark and the others, sat down next to Harry, picked up a slice of bread with her hands without hesitation, and stuffed it into her mouth.

“That way you can take a more learned class, like arithmetic divination, or ancient rune or something.”

“I noticed you’re eating again.” Ron teased as Hermione smeared butter on the slices of bread again.

“I’ve figured it out, there’s a better way to show my stance on the rights of elves,” Hermione said proudly.

“Just one night?” Ron said with a grin. “Yeah… maybe you’re starving too.”

While they were chatting, hundreds of owls had already flown in from the open windows above their heads, bringing everyone the morning mail and newspapers.

“Huh, is your Hogwarts Magazine responding so quickly?” Ron took Clark’s magazine and saw the glittering letters on the cover at first glance, “Professor Dumbledore announced the news yesterday, three The Stronghold Tournament is the headliner today.”

“Idiot, the content of the school magazine has been determined in advance, it’s just a cover change.” Ginny rolled her eyes at Ron.

After eating in the morning and evening, everyone began to go to different classes respectively.

Clark and their first two classes this semester—

Herbal classes and Fantastic Beasts classes are both outdoors, but they feel very different.

In Greenhouse No. 3 of the herbal class, Professor Sprout showed the class a peculiar, no! It should be an ugly plant.

In fact, they didn’t look like plants, but more like black, slimy lake slugs, sprouting straight out of the soil.

And they are all squirming slightly, and there are many shiny big bulges on their bodies, which seem to be full of liquid.

“Babble tuber,” Professor Sprout told everyone cheerfully, “you need to squeeze it with your hands, you have to collect its pus–”

Obviously, this was not a pleasant course.

But the process of squeezing the tubers, as disgusting as it may be, produced a strange satisfaction, like squeezing blackheads.

Every time a bulge burst, it spewed a thick, greenish-yellow liquid with a pungent smell of gasoline.

It’s disgusting, but it just can’t stop.

In the process of operation, they also have to be extra careful.

Although Babo tuber pus has extremely high medicinal value and is the main raw material for many beauty potions, undiluted Babo tuber pus is also dangerous and can cause unusual damage to human skin. .

“Perhaps this is the magic of alchemy,” Clark said as he collected the liquid into the bottle, “the liquid that was originally harmful to the skin, after being processed by alchemy, has become a treatment for stubborn acne. The best medicine.”

“What are you trying to say?” Clark had just finished speaking when Hermione guessed that there must be something in his words.

“Cough,” Clark coughed awkwardly, “how come you’re so smart.”

He said, “In fact, some concepts of alchemy still have a wide range of application in the occult.”

“Like?” Hermione raised an eyebrow.

“Like the principle of equal exchange,” Clark said, “in the house-elves thing…”

“Clark!” Hermione said dissatisfiedly, “Am I an irrational person in your mind?”

Clark shook his head.

“That’s not it.”

Hermione’s hands were so hard that the liquid in the pus spattered out, almost spraying her face, but Clark stopped the pus in time with his mind power and put it back into the bottle.

“Thank you,” Hermione said. “Since you think I’m sensible, you should trust me to handle this.”

So they never talked about it again.

By the end of the get out of class, they had collected several bottles of pus.

After handing over the fruits of one class’ labor to Professor Sprout, they started rushing to the next class.

Among them, Hufflepuff’s students walk up the stone steps, ready to go to Professor McGonagall’s Transfiguration class.

The Gryffindor students went in the other direction, following the slowly descending lawn to the log cabin on the edge of the forbidden forest. Professor Hagrid from the Conservation of Magical Creatures class was leading his huge hound Fang Fang. , standing outside the door.

On the ground at his feet, there were several open wooden boxes, and the hounds barked their teeth and struggled with their collars, as if they wanted to investigate the contents of the boxes carefully.

As they approached, a very strange kara kara came to their ears, accompanied by a faint explosion.

“Good morning!” Hagrid smiled at Clark and the others. “Better wait for the Slytherin classmates. They definitely don’t want to miss this – blowing tail snails!”

“Again?” said Ron.

Hagrid pointed to the box under his feet.

“Disgusting!” Lavender Brown screamed, jumping back a few steps.

The word “disgusting” also sums up the image of this fried tail snail.

They look like deformed, shelled lobsters, covered in white, gray, and sticky lakes and lakes. They look very scary. There are many feet sticking out from below, and they can’t see where their heads are.

Disgusting stuff like this, there’s about a hundred in each box, each about six inches long.

They crawled around on top of each other, slammed into the wall of the box dazedly, and there was a very strong smell of rotten fish and shrimp all over them.

Every now and then, some sparks would shoot out of the tail of a snail, and with a light snap, the snail would propel a few inches forward.

“Just hatched,” said Hagrid proudly. “You can try hatching some, then feed them, and use them for a big project!”

“Why do we hatch them?” said a cold voice.

The Slytherin students came. It was Draco Malfoy who had just spoken. Crabbe and Goyle giggled behind him, applauding his words.

“Looking like this, are you planning to learn how to hatch them?” Hagrid asked uncertainly.

Malfoy glanced at the box and said disgustedly, “Who wants to hatch such disgusting things and feed them, you are just kidding!”

Hagrid opened his mouth, and after a few seconds of pause, he said gruffly, “Then you won’t have to take your class for a while!”

Hearing this, Malfoy instantly blushed angrily. He didn’t expect that this stupid big man who used to be obedient to students would be so hard-hearted today.

It’s embarrassing now. If he goes, doesn’t it prove that he is afraid of this stupid big man and will be driven away by the scumbag.

But if you don’t go, standing here will only make people laugh, and it will be too stupid.

However, Hagrid didn’t seem to care about Malfoy’s dilemma, and turned his head to continue preaching to the other students.

“Okay, try feeding them a few different things first – I haven’t raised them before, and I’m not sure what they like to eat – I prepared ant eggs, frog livers and green snakes – each Try a little of everything and see if they eat it.”

“First it was the pus from the tuber, and now it’s this again.” Seamus said.

Harry and Ron pinched their noses and grabbed a handful of greasy frog livers out of their deep affection for Hagrid, and put them in the box to lure the snails.

In contrast, Hermione was much smarter, and she casually broke off a branch as a tool.

But they couldn’t help but suspect that this matter was meaningless, after all, the fried tail snail didn’t seem to have a mouth at all.

And Malfoy saw that the others were busy under Hagrid’s command, and he couldn’t help but get even more angry, and finally stomped his feet, greeted his two attendants, and turned towards the castle.

Crabbe and Goyle were secretly happy that they could go back to the dormitory to lie down, but Malfoy, who was walking in front of them, suddenly stopped.

It’s all just because Dean Thomas, who was taking care of the blow-up snail, screamed, “Hey, it hurts me!”

“The Age of Rebirth”

Malfoy turned his head in schadenfreude, and saw Hagrid walking beside Dean, looking a little flustered.

“It’s tail exploded!” said Dean angrily, showing Hagrid the burn on his hand.

“Ah, yes, that might happen when they blow up,” Hagrid said, nodding. “After all, this thing’s body is rich in some kind of oily magic substance, just like fire crabs, so it can get out from behind the buttocks. It’s no surprise that fire is spewing out.”

“Disgusting!” Lavender Brown also complained. “It’s disgusting, Hagrid, what’s the pointy thing on it?”

“Ah, some of them have thorns,” said Hagrid excitedly (Lavender hurriedly retracted his hand from the edge of the box), “I guess the thorns are males…the females have suckers on their stomachs… I think they probably **** blood.”

“Oh, of course I understand why we have to find a way to keep them alive,” Malfoy said sarcastically. Woolen cloth?”

“They don’t look good, but that doesn’t mean they’re useless,” said Hagrid gruffly. “It wasn’t meant to be pets for some timid guy. I bred them specially. As fire dragon rations.”

“Dragon rations!” Harry and Ron’s eyes widened, and Malfoy was stunned.

“Yeah,” Hagrid said proudly, “fire dragons don’t just eat meat. Just like raising dogs, they also need to supplement all kinds of special substances in addition to meat. According to Charlie, they sometimes even have to Eat some ore to keep the bones and scales strong.”

“So I thought, can we cultivate a food like mealworms so that dragons only need to eat this kind of food to solve all the problems.”

“Are these fried tail snails?” Clark asked.

“Yeah!” said Hagrid. “It’s these fried tail snails.”

“They are rich in oily magic substances, which are an excellent fuel for young dragons to enhance their breathing ability.

In addition, a layer of carapace will grow on the outside of the fried snail. These carapaces may be hard for us, but for fire dragons, they are as crisp as rock skin cakes. They can not only be used to grind teeth, but also enrich the taste of food. It can also provide nutrients to dragons, making their bones, teeth and scales stronger. ”

Hagrid’s words were an eye-opener for these students. They didn’t expect that there were so many ways to feed fire dragons.

“So all these things will be sent to the dragon farm to feed the dragons?” Dean asked curiously.

“That’s right, in the next class, when these fried tail snails grow a little longer, and the hard shells on their bodies are formed, but not too thick to pierce the mouth, I will take you to feed the fire dragons.” Hagrid nodded.

“Great!”

The students cheered, and no longer cared about the disgusting appearance of these bomb-tailed snails, and took care of them with great interest.

As for Draco Malfoy, after hearing that these blow-tailed snails were used to feed fire dragons, and that he was going to the dragon farm for the next conservation of magical creatures class, he never left. Can’t move.

No way, Malfoy’s love for fire dragons can be said to be deep in his bones, and it is difficult to change.

In this case, he gave up the opportunity to feed the fire dragon at close range just because of the issue of face, and he could only cry and say, “I can’t do it.”

So in the next hour, the students in the Protection of Magical Creatures class could see that Malfoy, who was about to leave, not only did not leave, but was squeamish, secretly under the sarcastic eyes of Gryffindor students. stayed.

“Hahaha, I told you, Malfoy was so funny at the time.”

An hour later, as they returned to the castle for lunch, Ron smiled at Ginny.

“Hagrid raised his eyebrows completely this time, and hit Malfoy’s arrogance severely.”

As he said this, he glanced at Slytherin’s long table, but it was a pity that Malfoy didn’t seem to be coming over for lunch at the moment.

They sat down at the Gryffindor table and started eating lamb chops and potatoes.

Hermione devoured and ate quickly, and Harry and Ron looked at her in amazement.

“Oh—that’s your new stance on elf rights?” Ron asked. “Do you want to puke yourself up?”

“No,” Hermione said proudly, her mouth bulging full of potatoes, but she did her best to put on the air, “I just wanted to go to the library.”

“What?” said Ron in disbelief. “Hermione—it’s the first day of school! The professors haven’t given their homework yet!”

Hermione shrugged and continued to eat like she hadn’t eaten in days.

Then, she jumped up, said “see you at dinner”, and dragged Clark and ran away.