It was obvious that Ron hated Malfoy to the core. What happened just now was indeed too much.
The recent series of unpleasant encounters had put Ron in a bad mood.
Elwyn, Harry, and Hermione had to console him. No matter what, Malfoy had been punished.
Turning him into a stoat, tossing him into the air and then falling back down, he had received quite a bit of stimulation.
If everything went according to plan, Malfoy would probably be more well-behaved in the near future.
When the four of them returned to the auditorium for dinner, the topic shifted to Moody's first Defense Against Black Magic class.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione asked Elwyn what had happened in the class. They had already heard the news.
Apart from the fact that Moody was a fake and the horrifying memory that he had seen, Elwyn told them the rest of the story.
"This is so cool!" Harry exclaimed. "It's the Unforgivable Curse!"
"Soul Snatch Curse?!" Ron's face was exceptionally pale. He had very bad memories of this curse.
"How could he use the Soul Snatch Curse on you!" Hermione said sharply. "This is not allowed by fate. Have you..."
"Don't worry, I broke his curse. He probably didn't expect me to be so strong," Elwyn said in a relaxed tone.
"How did you do it?" Harry asked hurriedly.
"To resist the Soul Snatch Curse, you need strong willpower, or you can use the Brain Occlusion that I taught you." Elwyn explained, "This spell can prevent all external mental intrusions. It's not just the Soul Snatch Curse, it works on all other mental related black magic, such as the dream you've been having recently."
"The Brain Occlusion is too difficult. Is there a simpler method?"
"A simpler method?!" Elwyn thought for a moment. "If your magic power is stronger than the caster, then his curse naturally won't work on you. You can even counter it."
"Increasing magic power is harder than learning Occlusion."
"Harry, we shouldn't be focusing on that. That's the Unforgivable Curse. Professor Moody shouldn't have used it on a young wizard." Hermione said. "If the Ministry of Magic finds out about this, they will definitely make trouble for Moody and Dumbledore!"
"Probably!" Ron said absent-mindedly, as if he was still thinking about the method Elwyn had mentioned to resist the Soul Snatch Curse. "But Dumbledore always does things like this, right? Moody has been a troublemaker for many years. He doesn't know what's right and what's wrong. He always acts first and talks later. Look at his garbage cans! "
"And what Professor Moody said makes sense. It's better to learn how to resist black magic in class than to be trapped by a black wizard, right?" Harry said. "He's teaching us how to deal with a real black wizard."
Hermione didn't say anything. It was obvious that she agreed with this statement.
Although Moody's way of doing things made her feel uncomfortable, she had to admit that she was looking forward to it.
A few minutes later, they sat down at Gryffindor's table. At this time, there were not many people in the auditorium.
Seeing the fragrant food, Ron's bad mood somewhat recovered.
The four of them began to eat the lamb chops and potatoes.
Hermione wolfed down the food quickly. Elwyn, Harry, and Ron looked at her in surprise.
"Oh, Hermione! Is this your new stance on the rights of little elves? "Ron couldn't help but ask," Do you want to puke? "
"No!" Hermione said. Her mouth was full of bean sprouts, but she still tried to put on airs and said proudly, "I just want to go to the library."
"What?!" Ron said in disbelief, "It's the first day of school, and there's no homework yet!"
Hermione shrugged and continued to eat as if she hadn't eaten for days.
Then, she jumped up, said "see you at dinner", and ran away.
Behind him, Elwyn, Harry, and Ron looked at her in surprise.
"Elwyn, do you know what she's going to do?" Harry asked.
"I'm not sure. Maybe she wants to write an article for the Hogwarts Magic Newspaper about protecting the rights of domestic elves."
"She does seem to be very concerned about this matter, and really wants to save those enslaved domestic elves." Harry nodded. "She doesn't have class in the afternoon, so she'll probably stay in the library for the whole afternoon. By the way, Elwyn, what class do you have in the afternoon? "
"Hagrid's Protection of Magical Creatures. I wonder what magical animals he'll show us?"
"We just finished. I promise, it'll be very exciting," Harry said. "You'll know when you see it!"
"Yeah, a bunch of pets that can burn people, sting people, and bite people!" Ron nodded. "Hermione thinks they might be useful, just like dragons. Although they look fierce, their blood has magical effects."
A few minutes later, Harry and Ron returned to the common room to pick up Uncovering the Fog to See the Future.
Both of them had Professor Trelawney's divination class in the afternoon, and they needed to learn about the movement of the planets.
Elwyn, on the other hand, walked out of the castle, along the slowly downhill lawn, and walked to Hagrid's cabin at the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
He was still thinking about Keresis and the monster, and who would Barty Crouch Jr. pretend to be?!
When Elwyn walked to Hagrid's cabin, he heard a series of explosions as soon as he got close, waking him up.
Before he could understand what was going on, a huge black thing pounced on him.
It was Hagrid's huge hunting dog Fangs. He whimpered and pushed Elwyn down on the grass, licking his face.
"Don't do that, Fangs …" Elwyn struggled to stand up.
He led him to the cabin, and Hagrid was busy in front of a large pile of shaking boxes.
There was a strange clicking sound inside, and the explosion that Elwyn had just heard.
"You're here, Elwyn!" Hagrid said happily. "Come and take a look at these fried snails. Harry and the others love them."
Immediately, Elwyn knew what Ron meant by a group of pets that could burn, sting, and bite people.
They were a large group of fried snails that looked like deformed lobsters without their shells.
They were gray and slimy, and they looked terrible. Many legs stretched out in all directions, and it was impossible to see where their heads were.
There were about a hundred of them in each box, each about six inches long, and they were crawling on top of each other.
They bumped against the walls of the boxes in a daze, and there was a strong smell of rotten fish and shrimp.
Every now and then, a fried snail's tail would shoot some sparks, and with a soft pop, the fried snail would advance a few inches.
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