MTL - The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts-v4 Chapter 111 Want to try some Hogwarts specialties?

After the end of the first project, Hogwarts entered December, and the weather suddenly turned cold. High winds and blizzards swept across the Scottish Highlands, sending a chilling draft into Hogwarts Castle.

At this time, leaning on the thick stone wall, feeling the warmth brought by the fireplace, and listening to the howling of the wind outside, is undoubtedly a kind of happiness. Durmstrang's students must have had a tough time, because their ghost ship didn't look like a shelter. Whenever the strong wind blows, the boat will undulate with the water in the Black Lake, and the sails will flutter in the wind. This kind of living environment can not be called good. Ordinary people will be vomited in less than half a day. Durmstrang's students were tough, but limited in their ability to endure. So they would spend as much time as possible in Hogwarts Castle, not returning to the cabin together until bedtime.

Madame Maxime's giant horses are very picky and drink only single malt whisky. After the weather turned cold, Hagrid also increased the supply of whisky, filling the stables with alcohol. The smell of alcohol is so strong that students who come to class will be slightly drunk.

Of course, Hagrid very thoughtfully provided the students with a sober assistant: fried tail snails.

Now these fried tail snails are not the creatures like Pipi shrimp. Each of them is six feet long, covered with a thick layer of gray protection, with rambunctious legs that have become extremely powerful, tails that can breathe fire, plus spines and suckers...

Tom thought this creature was a magic tank.

"If Dumbledore had the help of these things, maybe You-Know-Who would have hated in Azkaban." Tom said half-jokingly. The terrifying and magical animal, the fried tail snail, is by no means a species that normal wizards can match. When encountering it in the wild, the best strategy is to escape.

"I hope Hagrid doesn't throw this kind of thing into the Forbidden Forest." Hermione glanced in the direction of the Forbidden Forest with pity.

Hagrid was moving some large wooden boxes with pillows and blankets.

"We're going to try to find out if the blow-tail snails will hibernate. Come, let's bring them into the box together, and then close the lid to see what happens." Hagrid said while directing the little wizards. Go and bring the fried tail snails into the wooden box.

Tom is on the side, no matter how you look at it, it seems unreliable. Animals do have the term hibernation, and species involving mammals, arthropods, terrestrial shellfish, amphibians, reptiles and other species all have hibernation. But Tom instinctively felt that the fried tail snail would not hibernate.

The reason is also very simple. Who has ever seen a hibernating animal without any signs before hibernation? They don't even have extra food to reserve energy! Take your head to hibernate!

Hibernation is not about finding a hole to lie down on, and then falling asleep—that's what bears do, but bears do not belong to true hibernation, but a state close to sleep. Hibernation is an extremely complex state that requires a long period of preparation, not an animal that can hibernate immediately if it wants to.

Seeing how the fried tail snails were jumping around, Tom felt that they were a little far from the word hibernation.

Perhaps Hagrid wanted to passively hibernate by changing the photoperiod, food and outside temperature to induce hibernation, but this is still useful for hamsters, and for fried snails, it can only be said that Hagrid is happy.

Sure enough, the fried tail snails didn't appreciate it. They smashed boxes into pieces and rampaged through Hagrid's pumpkin patch, getting into a serious conflict with Buckbeak. It's just that these reptiles can't hurt the flying Buckbeak, and Buckbeak's claws and beaks can hardly leave a real wound to the fried tail snail.

The students who were not in high spirits fled, ran into Hagrid's hut, and locked themselves in the room.

Tom sighed as he watched this chaotic scene. It was clear that Hagrid had studied with Newt last semester, why is he still so clueless this semester? Is fried tail snail really suitable for little wizards to learn?

But he couldn't stand by and watch Hagrid's jokes.

He motioned Hermione to move closer to him.

"Use the Levitation Charm to make these big guys float first! It's easier for us to control them!" Tom shouted to the students around who were still willing to clean up the mess.

"Three, two, one, Wingadim Leviosa!" Six or seven floating spells hit a particularly vicious blow-tailed snail at the same time, and it suddenly floated up.

Tom also dropped it one by one very deliberately, making it belly upside down. Sure enough, the threat of this ferocious exploding snail plummeted after it left the ground. Although its tail swayed wildly and spewed out sparks, although the spikes on its back were all arched, and although it had mobilized every muscle on its body, it still couldn't break free from the levitating spell cast by several wizards in unison .

"Tie it up with rope!"

Without Tom's shouting, the little wizards who were still free around them conjured up ropes and tied the bomb-tailed snails firmly.

Everyone did the same, and quickly subdued the exploding snails one by one. These guys were surprisingly easy to deal with after they were on their feet.

"Interesting creature." Rita Skeeter appeared on the edge of the hedge in Hagrid's vegetable garden at some point. She was leaning against the fence and watching the farce, feeling a little regretful: How come no students were seriously injured? If he or she is injured, he or she has good news material.

After Hagrid and the other students subdued the last blow-tail snail, they looked at Rita Skeeter.

"I'm Rita Skeeter~www.novelbuddy.com~The Daily Prophet, may I know the names of these charming animals?" Rita smiled brightly, the big gold teeth in her mouth sparkling Bright.

"They are blow-tailed snails." Hagrid dragged the blow-tailed snail hard and put it with his companions.

"So... where did you get them? Do they have any special effect? ​​By the way, is that hippogriff the one that seriously injured a student before?" Rita He took out a stenograph and parchment from his handbag, and looked like he was going to do an interview on the spot.

"This is our food. It tastes very delicious. Would you like some special Hogwarts dishes?" Tom walked out and took the initiative to change the subject. Because he knew that if Rita continued to ask questions like this, Hagrid would probably be sent to Azkaban.

Tom knew with his toes that the origin of this group of fried-tailed snails was inscrutable - which serious wizard would cultivate such a thing?

"Ha, Tom Yodell! So these things are food--wait, you said it's food?!" Rita was very happy the first time she saw Tom, but she suddenly heard something incredible .

Fried tail snails, food? Are you serious?

Rita looked at those strangely shaped fried tail snails with a dull expression. Even in the UK, this stuff is wicked enough!

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