From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"Hagrid must be cursed!"

Fiddled with the divided puff pastel, Harry and the others talked in a low voice.

This fluffy ball-shaped magical creature has a gentle temperament, even if it is poked with a finger, it is not angry.

"I think so, Purongrong..."

Ron picked up the assigned one with his fingers and shook it in the air.

"Buzzing~", the fluffy **** made a low hum, seeming to be extremely enjoyable-just like Hagrid just said, they are the gentlest magical creatures, and they don't even mind being thrown around.

"It's too safe," Ron fed him some food boringly. "I've raised one before, it's actually quite popular."

This is true, the students have no resistance to this furry, gentle creature, even the Slytherin students play with it quite well.

"Hagrid is like a different person," Harry poked at his one and looked at Malfoy. "But I really didn't expect that Malfoy would crumble like that..."

"Haha, who said no, he is still sitting there stupidly now."

Ron secretly pointed his finger at Malfoy and laughed.

They originally thought that Hagrid's good temper would suffer from Malfoy, but no one thought it would turn out to be this way.

So now it's time to laugh at Malfoy as much as possible.

Like he said, Malfoy was sitting there in a daze-everyone saw his impolite behavior very clearly, although some students would think it was cool, but in terms of the result, even if it was stubborn. The children didn't think Malfoy had succeeded in making trouble.

'Why is this so? ’

Malfoy didn't care about the puff pastel in front of him. Compared to the messy little thing, he was more concerned about why the stupid professor just now explained so calmly.

He didn't even bother to take care of his two followers, Gore and Crabbe, and began to sit on the ground and think.

Just as Harry and the others suspected Hagrid had a problem, he also suspected that the new professor had a problem...

But why did it become like this?

He couldn't figure it out, so he simply threw his course aside and seriously remembered it.

The Purongrong assigned to him was not restrained in any way, and was not even harassed, so it began to eat happily.

The little grain that Malfoy had bought was quickly eaten up by the puffed wool, and then the cute plush creature stuck out his slender pink tongue, trying to add a meal to himself.

A few passing spiders were unfortunately reduced to one of the meals, but it was not enough-it jumped up, and then observed the little wizard who was with itself.

Although Purongrong’s head does not have the concept of owners or pets, it has an innate instinct to eat. After observing for a long time and discovering that the little wizard in front of him has no intention of moving, it decisively turns on its own. Eating state.

——

"what!!!"

A huge scream sounded from the corner of the edge of the forbidden forest, alarming countless students teasing Purongrong.

Hagrid, who opened the textbook to review the teaching experience, put the book down the first time, and then fumbled for the potion from his pocket.

"What's going on, what happened?"

Hagrid's rough voice calmed all the students, and everyone began to search for the source of the sound.

It didn't take long for everyone to confirm the source of the noise and cast their eyes on Malfoy, who was sitting on the edge of the student.

"What happened, classmate Malfoy?"

Hagrid's tone became gentle again, and he watched Malfoy carefully, his eyes especially focused.

"No, nothing happened!"

Malfoy said in a panic, flushing again appeared on his pale face-I don't know how many times it was today.

"But I just heard a scream on your side..."

Hagrid looked at him suspiciously, his probing eyes barely concealing anything.

"No, that's not it," Malfoy said a little grumpy, but soon he realized something, "Nothing big, Professor, I just had a numb leg, so I made a noise."

He suddenly wanted to understand. According to the new professor's performance, if he didn't say something, then the professor would continue to ask in that disgusting voice without feeling disobedient.

"Is there really no problem?"

"No one has any questions, thank you for your concern, Professor."

He specifically added all the honorifics he could add-that kind of disgusting voice was fine, and if he was found out about what had just happened, he would definitely choose to hang himself at the door of the Slytherin lounge.

"It's so fussing about having a numb leg," the Weasley cub said strange things over there again, but he didn't mind the other person saying that-he would rather be said something like that than what happened just now.

If someone finds out what happened just now...

He didn't dare to continue thinking about it...

The crowd quickly turned their attention back to the fluffy balls, but Malfoy looked at the humming guy in front of him, wishing to incarnate the batter to give it such a stick.

But this is definitely not possible, he can only pray that the scene just now was not seen by anyone.

‘Why haven’t get out of class finished yet! ’

He didn't even have the idea of ​​saying strange things, and for the first time in his life so looked forward to the end of a class.

But the time in the Forbidden Forest was much slower than he thought.

Time seemed to be frozen, and the sun became hot. He felt that his lips must have been cracked...

The voices of the surrounding students' discussions continued to flow into his ears, and he even had the illusion that those people were discussing themselves.

...

"Why is Malfoy so nervous?" Harry looked at his rival for the last time, and changed his puff pastel to a different kind of food.

"Who knows," Ron changed his gameplay again, and the puff pastry allocated to him played quite happily with him.

"Can you read the information carefully," Hermione said dissatisfied, this biting book was a textbook she couldn't deal with before-she had been thinking about it for a long time, and she didn't know how to open it until today.

"Anxin, Hermione," Ron rubbed the puff pastel allocated to him with two index fingers. "I raised it when I was a child, so how could I not understand?"

"So," Hermione shared her book, "what potion does it work on, and what is your favorite food?"

"Potion?"

Ron thought for a while, "Laughing potion? Mom made it before."

"Well, you're right," Hermione nodded. "What about the food?"

"Spider," Ron replied faster, "It likes to eat spiders very much, so there are no spiders in my room!"

"Sorry, Ron, you made a wrong answer this time." Hermione opened a page of the book and pointed it to the other two people. [But what she likes best is to eat with her long tongue while the wizard is sleeping. Their dry booger. 】

"The Monster Book of the Monsters" clearly marked such words, and then Harry's eyes turned strange when he looked at Ron.

"No no no..."

Ron's face flushed, but fortunately, Hagrid suddenly announced loudly, "Okay, get out of class is over, please hand in the puffed wool, they will be released later."

"Professor, can't we keep them?"

Several girls asked reluctantly, they were very happy with these little guys.

"It's okay," Hagrid tried to scratch his head, but gave up. "Students who are willing to raise can take them back. Because of their eating habits, they like to live with wizards. Of course, if you regret it halfway, you can. Bring them back next class and I will release them."

"Great!"

The students who made the request cheered, and a few of the remaining students were moved.

But Malfoy looked at the little guy next to him, and couldn't wait to throw it away right away-‘those stupid guys! ’

He can't wait to leave here immediately, leaving these creatures forever.

But Hagrid’s voice sounded again, “By the way, there is one more thing I almost forgot. We need to preview the content of the next class, and then submit an article about your views on magical creatures next week. It’s about 800 words. enough."

? ? ?

All the students couldn't help but raised their heads, and suddenly heard the bad news when they were playing happily.

‘Isn’t there no homework in the previous class? ’

"By the way... it's the new professor..."

Hagrid looked at the students ignorantly, "Okay, get out of class is over, let's prepare for the next class."

The success of this class was beyond his expectation, and he decided to have an extra drink in the evening.

‘It seems that it’s okay to teach like that... the response from the students is also great...’

——

"Weird, weird..."

William looked at the file he had, and couldn't help but fall into contemplation.

‘According to the information, Sirius Black and James Potter are good friends, and they even violated a lot of school rules together. ’

‘But what is the situation with this name? ’

He put the record over there, looking at the name above in a daze.

Most of the violation records related to Sirius bear the name of James Porter, but in a small part of the records, the number of violations rose to four.

What surprised him was that one of the names was very familiar to him, and that was his new colleague~www.readwn.com~Remus Lupin.

And the other one is occasionally on the confinement list, Peter Pettigrew.

He understood the name behind that the last victim killed by the Death Eater Sirius was cursed with no bones left.

"How did these four people get together?"

"Moreover, why can Lu Ping be the prefect if he violates the rules with them and then violates them?"

Of course, this is a bit exaggerated, but Lupin has a lot of violations-he is familiar with some of the victims of violations.

The dean of Slytherin, the professor of potions at Hogwarts, the recognized potion master in the market, Snape.

‘...Every deduction for Gryffindor is a bitter fruit planted by the ancestors...’

William laughed to himself-of course, Professor Snape's violation record was also in it. Judging from those records, he was not a safe student.

‘Be precise, if someday the Dark Lord returns, I’ll have to pay attention to the dean—’

William was thinking while transcripting.

"The guys who got along with him were all **** Death Eaters... If he wasn't in Hogwarts and stayed under Dumbledore's nose, I'm afraid I would have to give him a few sneak attacks or something..."

‘But forget it now, there are still a lot of things that I haven’t found out, I can’t jump to conclusions. ’

William put away the record book, "Hagrid should have finished the class, and I don't know how it is going, I have to ask..."

"There will be no class tomorrow. If Hagrid's first class does not work well, I will help him review it. Of course, if it is good, it will be even better. We can simply divide the teaching scope of each grade... "

Although he was a bit overreaching, but with Hagrid's personality, he could give third-graders a XXX-level magical creature, and William felt that he cared a lot.