Chapter 278: Cedric With Flags, Aragog Is Going To Die?

Chapter 278: Cedric With Flags, Aragog Is Going To Die?

Two bottles of Phoenix King's tears and a bag of Nirvana ashes.

Wayne even gave Snape a bottle of ten-year-old eaux-de-vie.

It was the first time I saw Wayne being so generous, and the old bat was still a little uncomfortable. In gratitude, he sent Wayne out of the house for the first time.

Is this the deterrent of supplier dad?

It's the first day of school again, and the students who have been crazy for the whole vacation board the Hogwarts Express and sail to the Scottish Highlands.

With the lessons learned from the last time, there will be no unsighted people lying on the railings and searching the train during this trip.

In the evening, the train arrived at the station smoothly.

Walking into the campus through the white snow, the students enjoyed a sumptuous dinner and then followed the prefects of each college back to the lounge.

As soon as they returned to the lounge, the little badgers who were no longer in Xianshi immediately became energetic.

"Third-year Transfiguration! Change to Defense Against the Dark Arts. Is there any replacement for it?"

"Fifth grade potions sale, all you need is astronomy and history of magic to take away immediately!"

"I haven't written anything, but I can make a copy for you. Is anyone willing to hire me? It's only for third graders and below. It comes with its own standard answers.

The lounge became a vegetable market, and the homework in the hands of the little wizard became their bargaining chip.

Hannah ran back to the dormitory, took out the mutton pie she made, and took away the Defense Against the Dark Arts and Herbology homework from Wayne (Hermione's).

It is estimated that many people will stay up late to read tonight, and even Cedric is holding his roommate in his arms and making a fuss about it.

"You can't copy it directly here." Seeing Cedric copying even the prophecies he made up, the roommate finally couldn't sit still:

"There are no exact predictions. Professor Trelawney can definitely see through them at a glance."

"Then what should I do?" Cedric had a headache: "I'm afraid I didn't make it up."

"As long as your writing is miserable enough, no matter whether it looks like it or not, you will get high marks." The roommate came up with a good idea.

"It makes sense, then I'll write that I will die next year." Cedric nodded in agreement and continued writing furiously.

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He looks at Xiaosai now as he looks at the old general on the stage.

Not only Hufflepuff, but all the lounges are full of life and everything is in competition.

When they learned that Hermione's homework was all in Wayne's hands, Harry and Ronald both howled in agony.

Hermione looked at Harry strangely: "You've been at school all holiday, and it only takes two days to finish all your homework..."

"If you can't even spare this little time, what on earth are you doing?"

Harry lowered his head in embarrassment.

Can he say that he was in emo a few days ago and then returned to normal after being enlightened by Lupine?

During this Christmas period, Harry also found out that Lupine was a classmate of his father and Black.

Lupine talked a lot about his father's past.

He also advised him not to pretend to be full of hatred in his heart. His parents definitely didn't want him to live for revenge.

Harry listened to some of it, but he didn't forget it, he just suppressed the hatred in his heart.

Then he took several tutoring classes with Lupin to learn the Patronus Charm, and in the blink of an eye, school started...

"It's easy for you to say." Ronald muttered: "You are the only one who can finish it in two days. We need at least four days."

Hermione smiled: "I'm sorry, you only have less than twenty-four hours now.

Ronald shivered and pulled Harry to find Lavender Brown.

On the first day of school, half of the students showed up in the auditorium with dark circles under their eyes.

Toby and Norman both felt like they were going to see Merlin in the next second.

They stayed up all night last night, not just catching up on their homework, but practicing the charging technique that Wayne taught them.

"I've used up a whole pack of AA batteries..." Toby said lightly, numbly stuffing a piece of bread into his mouth, "Wayne, can't you design the spell to be simple?"

"If I keep practicing, I won't even have money to buy batteries."

"It's simple enough." Wayne shrugged: "Practice for a while, and you will definitely be able to use it skillfully."

"And if the battery is broken, can't it be restored with a repair spell? Why are you so distressed?"

Toby's body trembled suddenly and he looked at Norman who was also shocked. Finally, the two of them said in unison:

"Why didn't you tell us last night!"

"I was sleeping at that time." Wayne yawned, "Did you throw away the damaged battery?"

Toby and Norman looked at each other, wanting to cry.

Until they took the divination class, they were still worried about their pocket money.

"Child, please don't frown." | Trelawney looked at the two of them with concern: sadness will only make you encounter greater suffering.

Norman swallowed: "Professor, what do you mean..."

"Hey..." Trelawney shook his head regretfully: "Face the reality with a smile, the things you worry about will always happen, it is inevitable.

Hearing what she said, the two of them became even more frightened.

"Sherlock, what are you worried about?" Ronald asked curiously.

"Pocket money." Norman said bravely: "Professor, we won't lose a lot of money, right?"

Trelawney just looked at the two of them inscrutably, and suddenly his eyes widened: "Other students should also pay attention, there will be a flu that will harm you soon."

"But don't worry, I have already told Madam Pomfrey and she has prepared a special medicine."

"Thank you, Professor." Lavender Brown said movedly.

Many girls also looked at Trelawney with admiration, and Wayne rolled his eyes quietly.

Many people catch colds in January and February every year. This has almost become a law at Hogwarts. Do you still need to predict it?

With his excellent ability to fool, Trelawney now has a large group of little fans, such as Lavender Brown and the Patil sisters.

These few people ran to the tower when they had nothing to do. When they came back, they sighed at a certain student. They had been completely deceived and lame.

But one advantage of taking Trelawney's class is that it's relaxing.

It's like going to listen to a lecture by a successful master. As long as you don't get fooled, you can treat her as a piece of fun.

However...if you face Professor McGonagall with this attitude, you will only be asking for blessings.

School has just started, and the little wizard is still in a vacation state. He can't concentrate at all in class, which makes Professor McGonagall very angry.

As a result, today's homework became fourteen inches long, fully doubling the length.

Students who have not completed their holiday homework have to go to her office to finish their homework after eating.

"What are you looking at?"

Hermione asked curiously, noting that Wayne's eyes had been lingering in the direction of Ronald and Harry.

Wayne whispered into the little witch's ear: "George and Frey replaced Ronald's ink with invisible ink. I'm wondering when it will take effect."

Hermione's expression suddenly became extremely exciting.

"Ronald is their biological brother..."

"Because we are close, we use him for experiments." Wayne looked at Ronald who was still having fun with Harry, and connected with Harry helplessly.

"Even if he is discovered, as long as you give him some pocket money, the matter will be over."

Hermione wondered if her attitude towards Ronald was too bad.

The poor child's life was miserable enough that she could not help but feel sympathy for him.

"Hey, isn't this special?"

When Harry followed the crowd to the corridor outside the auditorium, Malfoy happened to come over with his two followers.

Finding Harry quickly, Malfoy's eyes lit up and he stopped directly in front of him.

"Malfoy, what do you want to do?" Harry suppressed his anger.

If he hadn't seen a greasy figure stopping not far away, he would never have spoken as politely as he did now.

"It's nothing, I just have good news to share with you." Malfoy looked at Harry with a very disgusted expression: "I have learned the Patronus Charm and can summon a physical Patronus."

"I heard that you went to Lupin for extra lessons during the holiday. How was your practice?"

Harry's body trembled slightly.

Although he has made great progress, he has only made the mist thicker several times, and there is still a certain distance between him and the entity.

Ever since taking extra classes with Wayne, his performance has been better than Malfoy's.

But this time, he lost completely.

"You see, you haven't learned anything yet?" Malfoy smiled even more happily.

"Po Te, you can't do this. Don't slow down my progress. Should I tell Wayne that I should have separate make-up lessons?"

"No need." Harry raised his head, "I just wanted to have a chat with Wayne. There's no point in learning the Patronus.

He suddenly laughed: "We haven't had any actual combat training for a long time. Why don't we have a duel this weekend? What do you think, Master Malfoy?"

Malfoy couldn't be prouder.

In terms of actual combat, he was no match for Harry.

Ronald added another blow: "Your family must be very happy that you can use the Patronus. After all, I heard that all Death Eaters can't learn this magic.

Malfoy's face was as pale as paper. Harry and Ronald looked at each other and smiled. At this time, a familiar and annoying voice came from behind them:

"Weasley, why are you making so much noise in the corridor? Five points from Gryffindor.

Harry and Ronald cursed in their hearts at the same time, but did not dare to refute on the surface. They quickly took a few steps away from Malfoy and Snape.

It wasn't until he was sure that they couldn't hear that Ronald complained: "Snape must have been hurt by me. He was also a Death Eater before and couldn't learn this magic at all."

"You must learn it as soon as possible, and then use it in front of him to disgust him."

Harry nodded vigorously.

Wayne had no classes in the afternoon, so he went back to the lounge directly after dinner.

Hermione followed the other little wizards to the venue, waiting for the Care of Magical Creatures class.

............

At present, Hagrid's reputation among students is still good.

With Wayne's advice, he chooses just the right magical animals for each class.

It's both cute and not too dangerous.

Of course, some boys are dissatisfied. They come to class because they want to see those powerful magical animals. For example, the hippogriff in the first class is good.

Hagrid had also been tempted, but Wayne gave up the idea after telling him about Neville's injury and threatening him with a series of legal provisions.

It can be said that Wayne was worried about the safety of this 'big friend' and the little wizards in class.

Dumbledore really should give him a teacher's allowance.

But today's Hagrid is a little different, he is completely absent-minded.

He gave each person a bucket of Flobberworms and asked them to collect the mucus and feed them.

I sat aside in a daze, frowning.

Malfoy's face turned green: "You just let us play with these disgusting things in class?"

"Ten points will be deducted from Slytherin for questioning the professor's course." Hagrid glared at him and became dazed again. Malfoy was so angry that his face turned red, almost as red as Ronald's hair.

So a group of people gathered around the small wooden barrel and began to empty their seats.

With a flick of his hand, the sticky mucus was hung up.

The whole process seems extremely relaxing, but only those who have experienced it know how uncomfortable it is.

Harry was breathless with nausea, and his hands were now full of the stench of mucus.

When he saw Hermione next door actually wearing a glove, he was dumbfounded.

"Hermione, where did you get your gloves?"

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"I have all the teaching aids with me." Hermione squeezed out a lot of mucus with a skilled force.

Harry became even more confused: "I just saw that you didn't bring anything with you when you came."

"Ask Wayne."

It is illegal to abuse the Invisible Stretch Charm, Hermione just mentioned it vaguely.

Harry understood and felt envious in his heart.

If he could have a bag like this, it would save him a lot of trouble. At least when he goes to play Quidditch, he doesn't have to carry big and small bags.

But I was reluctant to let him go to Wayne to buy him. It is said that one cost dozens of galleons.

After class, in order to find out what happened to Hagrid, Hermione, Harry, and Ronald all stayed behind.

"Hagrid, are you in any trouble?" Harry asked.

"No." Hagrid sighed, "I have an old friend... who is not in good health recently."

"Do you need a magic potion?"

Hermione said enthusiastically: "I can make some simple potions. If it's complicated, you can also ask Wayne."

"Thank you, Hermione." Hagrid forced a smile: "But this is not a disease, it's just age, birth, old age, illness and death, which no one can reverse."

The three of them fell silent, not knowing how to comfort Hagrid.

This is not something they can help with.

In the end, the three of them just chatted with Hagrid and temporarily diverted his attention.

But seeing that Hagrid was not in high spirits, they left not long after sitting there.

On the other side, Wayne is studying the potion formula that Snape gave him.

The complexity of this formula is no less than that of Felixir. It uses a variety of drugs to neutralize and fight poison with poison. This shows how much hard work Snape put into it.

After studying for an afternoon, Wayne learned a lot.

He wanted to use this pharmacy to improve a potion that could regenerate severed limbs, and he already had a rough idea and prototype.

During dinner, Hermione told her about Hagrid.

"friend?"

Wayne frowned slowly.

"Did he say who it was?"

"No."

Hermione said, "He only said he was an old friend who he had known for more than fifty years. We were too embarrassed to ask who he was specifically.

Wayne had more doubts in his mind.

More than fifty years old, basically the same age as Hagrid, and even ordinary people are not close to old age and death.

Besides, apart from Dumbledore and the professors at the school, Hagrid would have no one to be friends with him outside...

etc.

Wayne's face changed slightly.

Could this be referring to Aragog?

He only went to the Forbidden Forest to purchase goods in October last year, and Aragog was still doing well at that time.

"Do you know that person?"

Seeing Wayne's expression change, Hermione asked softly.

"I'm not sure who it is yet." Wayne shook his head: "I'll go find him and ask him later."

"In a while?" Hermione looked at the current time: "Are you in such a hurry? You can go tomorrow."

"It would be better to ask earlier. Maybe I can be of some help."

If Aragog was really going to die, he couldn't just sit idly by.

This is his designated cow. Without Aragog, where would he collect so much Acromantula liquid?

After eating, Wayne walked straight out of the castle and came to Hagrid's cabin. .