"What I want to say is decoration..."

"Don't!" the Sorting Hat screamed, "kind, kind-hearted Miss Granger, please don't do this. I'm just enjoying myself in misery, and I don't really like that kind of life."

Whoosh——

The Sorting Hat was startled.

Harry shook his head: "No, they are only more than ten years old."

A stream of milky white liquid popped out of the woods and headed towards Harry.

Harry reminded it: "Have you ever thought that if you had another hat, you wouldn't have to be a scratching post for decades?"

If this continues, maybe the family's book expenses can be saved next year.

Hermione also waved her wand and turned them all to stone - as dark magic creatures, they have a certain degree of magic resistance, and it is difficult for the third-year witch's spell to have an effect.

"Principal McGonagall will take over when the time comes."

This kind of smile made both of them feel a little nervous, the hairs on their hair stood on end, and a chill rushed up along their tailbones.

Harry waved his wand: "I'm very busy now, don't disturb me."

When they began to pant and their magic power was almost exhausted, there were already corpses of Acromantula lying around them.

The Sorting Hat sighed and agreed: "Okay, okay, three days is all. I tell you, I have a lot of experience with cat scratching posts, so Miss Granger, you must buy me the best quality ones."

"

Ron's face turned pale and he trembled: "Spider...Spider."

The Sorting Hat was startled, and many wrinkles appeared on the hat.

Harry waved his wand and knocked it away.

Hermione grabbed it: "Then I will take you back today. Crookshanks misses you very much."

"But next time, it's best not to comfort people."

Ron's face turned resentful, and he sighed: "Harry, I know you mean well."

"Here are the teaching aids." Harry turned back, looked at them and smiled.

The Sorting Hat panicked: "No, God, Harry, what are you thinking about?"

"They are extremely intelligent. Judging from their size, they should be twenty to thirty years old."

He gritted his teeth, waved his wand, and uttered a spell. The vines in the forest spread out and headed towards the giant spider that circled behind Harry, preparing to launch a surprise attack.

"Um……"

It calms down and thinks carefully.

The Sorting Hat shook his head and bargained: "One day, one day!"

Click, click, click. Even Hermione and Ron could hear the noise getting louder and louder. Several black spiders the size of large dogs crawled out of the shadows and swung their claws at them.

"I remember Minerva had no pets."

Hermione stopped: "What's wrong?"

"That's the result of the contract, what does it have to do with you?" Harry waved his hand and responded casually.

"Harry, Albus wanted to get the map from me during the summer vacation." The Sorting Hat took credit, "I never gave it to him, why don't you praise me?"

Ron and Hermione were still a little unfamiliar at first, but gradually, they became familiar with the fighting ideas, the transformation skills surged, and the speed of solution became faster.

The Sorting Hat finally reacted: "No, Harry, we are not talking about the cat scratching post now. The headmaster has passed away. Dumbledore only has Fawkes. He... um... he likes to be clean and rarely touches me.

.”

This group of Acromantulas fled very fast, scrambling for the first place, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Today's first lesson." Harry looked at the two stunned people, "Sometimes you don't have to use spells to solve problems. Your brain is a very useful tool."

Hermione said dryly: "Oh, yes..."

"The basilisk is the natural enemy of the Acromantula. You also gave each of us a pack of basilisk bone powder."
Chapter completed!