For Allen, he only needed to provide some information to Hermione, and Hermione would still be the main instructor.
At this time, she was sitting in the library, her quill gently gliding over the parchment, leaving behind beautiful characters. A small model of a Hungarian wasp was placed on top of the parchment. When she looked up, she saw the little dragon yawning, curling up its body and closing its eyes. Hermione smiled warmly.
As far as Hermione was concerned, she was more than willing to serve as the main instructor. After all, in this way, on one hand, she could be personally taught by Allen, on the other hand, she could share the burden with Allen, and at the same time increase her prestige and position in the training class. It was the best of both worlds.
November brought strong winds and sleet to the Hogwarts. Under such circumstances, the Ravenclaw, who needed to go outdoors to take care of magical animals, missed the hot fire and thick walls of the castle.
Although there was always wind in the castle in winter, it was much better than being outside in the cold wind all the time.
Professor Hagrid, who was in charge of the class, did not have his mind on these students. From time to time, he would get up and provide Ms. Maxim's horses with their favorite malt whiskey. The smell of alcohol wafted from the feed trough in the corner of the temporary stable, making the young wizards dizzy.
Even so, they still had to take care of the terrible exploded-tail conches. Now, there were only ten exploded-tail conches left. Obviously, their desire to kill each other had not been completely eradicated.
Now, each of them was nearly six feet long. Their thick gray protective layer, their powerful swinging legs, their exploding tails, and their thorns and suckers, all together, made the exploded-tail conches the most disgusting thing the young wizards had ever seen.
Hagrid proposed an even more terrible idea. He actually wanted to hibernate these seemingly energetic exploded-tail conches.
The students listlessly looked at the big box Hagrid brought out, which was covered with pillows and furry blankets.
"Let's take them in," Hagrid said. "Then we'll close the lid and see what happens."
As it turned out, they found that the snail didn't hibernate and didn't like being stuffed into a pillow-covered box with a lid.
Soon, Hagrid shouted, "Don't be nervous, don't be nervous!"
This farce left Michael speechless, especially when he saw that the students who were not in the training class did not dare to use powerful spells in order to avoid hurting the shellfish. They also wanted to tie the shellfish up, which resulted in countless burns and scratches on their bodies.
Michael took out his wand and subdued a snail that was rampaging in the pumpkin patch with a Stun Spell.
When the other students from the training class saw this, they also took action. Soon, the pumpkin field, which was filled with smoking box fragments, quieted down.
Rita? Skeeter leaned against the fence of Hagrid's vegetable garden. Today, she was wearing a thick magenta robe with a purple fur collar. Her crocodile leather handbag hung from her arm.
"Who are you?" Hagrid noticed her and came over to ask.
"My name is Rita, Skeeter. I'm a reporter for the Daily Prophet, "Rita answered, looking at Hagrid with a smile, her golden teeth shining in her mouth.
"I think Dumbledore said that you're not allowed to enter the school anymore," Hagrid said with a slight frown.
Rita didn't seem to hear Hagrid at all.
"What are these fascinating animals called?" she asked, her smile widening.
"Shellfish," Hagrid answered gruffly.
"Really?" Rita said, looking very interested. "I've never heard of them before … Where did you get them?"
"Oh, with the permission of the Department of Magical Animal Management and Control, I can buy and raise these little guys."
Hagrid obviously knew what she wanted. He took out a crumpled certificate from his moleskin coat, the red seal of the Ministry of Magic shining on it.
Rita held the certificate with two thick fingers, trying hard to recognize the flamboyant signature on it. "Josephine Harris."
She narrowed her eyes and returned the certificate to Hagrid, her attitude even more amiable.
"Sorry to disturb you, please send my regards to Allen Harris." Hello, Mr. Harris. "With that, she quickly turned and left the pumpkin field.
On her way out, she happened to run into Harry, who was looking for Hagrid. Her eyes lit up, and she went up to him. "Hi, Harry."
Harry looked uncertainly at Rita, who was wearing a magenta robe and holding a green shorthand pen in her hand. She was simply a smiling tiger.
"Harry, are you confident that you can beat Alan, who is currently the top scorer in the next game? Harris? "She looked at Harry with a face full of smiles." I heard that you and Ron Weasley are in a bad relationship. Weasley had a falling out. Was it because Krum had come to Hogwarts? Is there any possibility of you two reconciling? "
"I just want to say one thing to you," Harry said angrily. "Goodbye."
With that, he ran to Hagrid's cottage.
The next day, after the spell ended, Professor Fleevy told the young wizards a piece of news that excited them. "The Christmas ball is coming. It's a traditional part of the trifecta, and also a great opportunity for us to socialize with foreign guests. The ball is only open to fourth-grade students and above, but if you want, you can invite a junior student. "
The audience instantly became restless. It was a ball. Which young people were not frivolous? The young wizards exchanged excited looks with each other.
"Wear your formal robes," Professor Fleevy said with a smile. "The ball will be held at the auditorium at eight o 'clock on Christmas Day and will end at twelve midnight. And Allen? Harris, as the Warriors of the Hogwarts and the champion of the last game, you'll need to dance the opening dance with your partner. "
Allen smiled and nodded as the young wizards looked at him with interest.
Not only the young wizards of Ravenclaw, but all the young wizards of the Hogwarts were excited, especially the girls.
The girls giggled and whispered in the corridor. Whenever a boy walked by, they would laugh shrilly, excitedly exchange opinions, and talk about what the Holy Students would wear on Christmas Day.
The six Warriors in the Hogwarts became the focus of attention. Some people were looking forward to being the Warriors' dance partner, but more people were curious about who the Warriors would choose as their dance partner.
During lunch, Allen was stopped by Hibiscus Chinensis, who had been waiting for him.
Hibiscus Chinensis and Allen left the castle and walked around the lake under the excited and ambiguous gazes of the young wizards.
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