"So, you only used the shrinking potion to temporarily return Lu Wei to his infancy?"
While Hagrid picked up a kettle from the fireplace and brought a cup of steaming hot tea to each little wizard, he looked curiously at the three-headed puppy lying yawning in the middle of the table, with a look on his face.
His expression was quite strange.
However, he was surprised. The hybrid giant was not worried at all about Lu Wei's physical condition.
As a serious fan of magical animals, Hagrid is well aware of the strength of the magic resistance of an adult three-headed dog.
If Lu Wei hadn't actively cooperated, let alone the shrinking potion, even most poisonous potions would not have a very good effect on this big dog.
At least judging from Lu Wei's current expression, he seems to be quite happy and enjoying himself?
"Yes, this is the shrinking potion that I asked Professor Snape to help prepare."
Elena nodded, stretched out her fingers to scratch Lu Wei's chin, and admitted openly.
"In this way, I can bring Lu Wei back to the castle to raise him, and I won't let him be exposed to the wind and rain outside the castle all the time. It's so pitiful - Professor Dumbledore should have explained to you that he is now
You have signed a contract with me."
"Well, Professor Dumbledore and Mr. Apokalis told me once."
Hagrid nodded slightly, not too confused, but with a slightly reluctant look on his face.
Since a formal professor came to help, Professor Dumbledore, as the principal of Hogwarts, must have known about this matter, and if he had no objection, he would probably have acquiesced.
But it seems that from now on, his big road will become Elena's small road.
Hagrid glanced at the three-headed puppy reluctantly, turned his head and looked into Elena's eyes and said seriously.
"Then... Lu Wei will be handed over to you from now on. I hope you will take good care of it."
"Don't worry, Hagrid, I will treat Little Lu Wei as carefully as I treat my reserve food."
Elena raised her head and glanced at Hagrid, who had a slightly subtle expression on his face, and quickly added, "Reserve food—well, it's my little owl—you've seen it."
Little owl? Hagrid blinked his eyes and his expression instantly relaxed.
Of course he remembered that little guy who was full of spirituality. There were many little wizards who liked owls, but it was very rare for Elena to like them so much that she could tuck them into her clothes. The tacit understanding between the two was really rare.
Moreover, watching Elena and others teasing Lu Wei with small strips of meat, Rubeus Hagrid couldn't help but recall that many years ago, when he was still studying in Hogwarts Castle, he secretly slept on the dormitory bed.
The time when Aragog was raised underneath.
"By the way, do you want to hear the story of Lu Wei's childhood?"
Hagrid glanced at the girls surrounding Lu Wei in the hut, and suddenly grinned happily.
If Hagrid has any additional hobbies besides raising magical animals, then sharing his experience in raising magical animals is definitely one of them.
"I remember that Lu Wei liked to drink milk the most when he was a child. Now that he has become smaller again, I am not sure whether the recipe will be the same as before. Also, I remember..."
After last week's unicorn group shooting experience, the girls are obviously much closer and more familiar with Hagrid than before. They are naturally very interested in this kind of story-telling session.
Anyway, I don’t have any other plans this afternoon. Playing with the puppy while listening to stories about magical animals is indeed a good choice - and for Elena and others, they really need to know how to feed Lu.
Power.
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At the same time, outside Hogwarts Castle.
The Care of Magical Creatures lesson for the third year students at Hogwarts has just ended, and today’s lesson is about the sensitive and naughty Bowtruckle.
I don’t know why, but the Gryffindor and Slytherin students did not have too many quarrels or unpleasantness in this class, which made Professor Burns feel relieved.
After announcing the end of get out of class, the elderly Kettle Bourne lowered his head and began to count the number of Bowtruckles. He did not notice that the students did not walk straight towards the castle as usual, but instead started to walk towards the castle intentionally or unintentionally. Walking towards the greenhouse of the herbal medicine class.
On the other side, the fourth-year Ravenclaw and Slytherin students who had just finished today's Herbology class were not in a hurry to leave.
Several young wizards took turns pestering Professor Sprout, asking various questions about herbalism. More people quietly took out their wands and held them in their hands, looking expectantly not far away.
The lush vegetable garden.
At the entrance of the distant castle, little wizards filed out one after another...
Ravenclaw, Slytherin, Gryffindor, except for the little wizards of Hufflepuff, and almost more than half of the first, sixth and seventh grade students who had no classes came out talking and laughing.
Many people were holding broomsticks in their hands, and at first glance it seemed like a large-scale Quidditch hobby exchange match.
In fact, the one or two Hufflepuff first-year students who walked out of the crowd without knowing the truth thought so - it seemed that except for Hufflepuff, everyone happened to think of the leak outside the castle.
Ventilated?
In fact, in a sense, it is not completely wrong.
After all, the main "actors" who triggered this incident were indeed members of their respective college's Quidditch teams.
Well, we've almost arrived at the designated location.
Cassius Warrington, the chaser of Slytherin House, looked around at the crowd around him, nodded secretly, stopped, turned around and looked at the Weasley twins standing not far away from him, and suddenly
He taunted loudly in a voice that everyone could hear.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Weasley, it seems you Gryffindors are really stupid. You can only grow live potatoes, right?"
"Heh, that's better than you Slytherins eating shit."
Fred Weasley shouted back without hesitation, with just the right amount of disgust on his face, "Who at Hogwarts doesn't know that you dung beetles eat from the toilets every day."
"Huh? What did you say?!"
The expression on Cassius Warrington's face froze slightly, and his brows frowned heavily.
This seems to be different from the script that was prepared before? It was clearly agreed that it just smelled bad, but why didn't the Weasley opposite him follow the script plan provided by Slytherin?
"I said, the noble Slytherin eats shit every day!"
"No, no, Fred, they still want to eat stinky socks!"
The two brothers looked at each other and said in unison - they were all trying to find a reason to fight anyway, so they must have scolded them however they felt comfortable. They would not completely listen to the instructions of the Slytherin guys.
"Weasley, you scum of the pure-blood family, the best thing you have ever eaten in your life is probably potatoes, right? I heard that your family is so poor that you take turns wearing clothes, and the ones you don't wear are your mother's.
Socks."
A coldness flashed in Cassius Warrington's eyes, and he began to sarcastically respond tit for tat.
Slytherin House is not an existence that can be bullied at will. If we can take this opportunity to beat up Gryffindor openly and vent his anger, it actually seems to be a good bonus.
"Penello, they..."
A little Ravenclaw witch tugged on Penello's sleeves with some worry. Just at the beginning, Gryffindor and Slytherin House put aside the original script and acted freely. This can't help but make people feel uncomfortable.
She was a little worried.
You know, according to the original negotiation process of the three colleges, they just simply laughed at each other, then waved the magic wand a few times to create a mixed wheel, and took the opportunity to steal the food. But look at the current trend...
"It's okay, Gryffindor and Slytherin...heh, they will definitely not be friendly from the beginning."
As the candidate for Ravenclaw's next prefect, Penelope Crevat chuckled and shook her head. A hint of eagerness and mischief flashed in her eyes, and she answered in a determined tone.
"So they will definitely fight!"
"Huh?! But..."
"But what does it matter? It's not a bad thing for us, is it?"
While the two were conversing, Gryffindor House and Slytherin House not far away had begun to quarrel, and the level of tension was at least twice as intense as previously planned.
As Penello said, a quarrel can easily lead to a real quarrel even if it's between acquaintances, let alone between two academies who already dislike each other.
More and more Slytherin students and Gryffindor students gathered around both sides, holding each other's wands in a stalemate in the open space. The atmosphere gradually began to become tense, as if it only took a small spark to turn the two sides away.
The air ignites directly.
Professor Sprout, who was surrounded by students, gradually noticed the quarrel not far away. He couldn't help but stop answering questions, frowned and looked at the source of the sound, moved his feet and was about to go over to see the situation.
However, before Professor Sprout could take a step forward...
"Don't think I don't know. You guys are even willing to lick Ravenclaw's shoes for a bit of fruit - why, Weasley, did it hit your sore spot? Your father also licked other people's shoes in the Ministry of Magic.
Bar?"
"You will pay for your words, Warrington!"
"Go and eat shit! Slytherin!"
Fred and George roared loudly at the same time, angrily pulling out their wands and pointing at the guy in front of them.
boom!
Two dazzling red lights were emitted from the tips of their wands, directly knocking Cassius Warrington away who was still sneering, and hit the crowd behind him hard. Obviously, they had no intention of holding back.
"Weasley! You guys, do you really want to fight?! Come on then!"
Cassius Warrington, who was caught off guard and knocked down, got up from the ground panting, drew out his wand and pointed it at Fred Weasley, and shouted without thinking, "Collapse!"
This seemed to be a signal. The next moment, Gryffindor and Slytherin, who had already tensed their nerves to the extreme, loudly chanted their spells towards each other, and the entire venue turned into a curse in an instant.
A chaotic melee.
Of course, the Slytherin students who were originally gathered around the greenhouse and the Gryffindor students who came out of the castle also rushed into the "battlefield" and joined in the chaos that caused chaos.
Compared with the previous small-scale "street battles" and "pursuit battles", this head-on confrontation with people gathered in advance was undoubtedly much more intense and chaotic - all kinds of magic spells were flying everywhere, and the students chanted as they pleased.
Reciting all the spells I have learned is like a grand party game.
Of course, the group of people in the center of the field were obviously really fired up.
The Weasley twin brothers are undoubtedly the most powerful core output position. The two of them can even parry more than twice the number of attacks at the same time with a tacit understanding, and the curses emitted from their wands are also more difficult to resolve.
"Oh, stop! Stop it!"
After Professor Sprout was stunned for a few seconds, he quickly reacted and pushed his way through the crowd, squeezing towards the center of the battlefield while anxiously waving his wand in an attempt to interrupt this inexplicable student fight.
However, before she could take a few steps forward, an explosion broke out at the gate of the castle, in the direction of the Care of Magical Creatures class, outside the greenhouse of the Herbology class, in the direction of the Hufflepuff vegetable garden...almost everywhere.
Fierce fighting.
The roar of magic spells and the shouts of chaotic students were mixed together. The short Professor Sprout didn't even know which side was where the fighting was the fiercest, and what was even worse was...
"Professor Sprout, we are here to help! Don't fight!"
Seeing the Gryffindors and Slytherins mixed together, as well as Professor Sprout drowned in the crowd, Penelo Crevat shouted, then took out his wand and placed a magic wand in the sky.
Blue firework signal.
Immediately afterwards, the reserve prefect of Ravenclaw turned his head and winked to his side, speaking in a calm tone.
"Sisters, it's our turn, let's act as planned."
As the blue magic signal exploded in the sky, the little Ravenclaw wizards lingering on the outer edge of the battlefield looked at each other, took out their wands with great interest, and began to cast various spells on the open space or in the air.
He cursed while pretending to make various screams and curses.
The level of chaos in the entire venue instantly increased several times again. Being among the crowd, Professor Sprout seemed to be in the wizarding war decades ago - the power of an individual in this scene is really important.
It's too small.
Even though Professor Sprout had released [Loud Voice], her stopping sound still seemed extremely helpless and inconspicuous amidst the explosions and collisions of various spells, and could not be conveyed too far away.
In fact, unless they are the top wizards like Dumbledore and Grindelwald, once anyone falls into such a chaotic magical battlefield, it will be too difficult to quickly end the chaos on their own.
"Don't fight! Stop it, stop it!"
Professor Sprout roared at the top of his lungs. This was the first time in so many years that she had shown such anger and impatience. In her field of vision, students were being struck by the curse every moment.
There were also students screaming.
This feeling of helplessness is simply more terrifying than any nightmare for this kind and honest witch - why, why, why is this happening?!
Have the conflicts between the Hogwarts houses reached such a level of conflict?!
Professor Sprout felt despair and helplessness in his heart. He kept waving his wand, yelling loudly, and struggling to shuttle between the students who had "red eyes", trying hard to end this inexplicable chaos.
However, no matter how she tried to mediate and stop it, as soon as she left, the once quiet position would resume again.
Those students seemed to have a deep hatred. The magic spell flying above everyone's heads almost formed a curtain of light. The explosions and shouts never stopped from the beginning to the end. Many students even had a twisted and terrifying look on their faces.
abnormal smile.
This made Professor Sprout even more panicked. In her decades of teaching experience, she had never encountered such a strange situation.
Could it be that for these children, fighting and hurting each other can already bring them happiness and pleasure?!
What a terrible kind of bigotry and hostility is this?!
Professor Dumbledore is right, the deep-rooted barriers between the colleges must be opened and resolved. Otherwise, if this continues, Hogwarts will be over.
However, outside of Professor Sprout's sight, those places that have not been noticed...
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