Magic Journey from Hogwarts

In early January, wizards who had returned home for Christmas returned to Hogwarts.

The first class of the new term is Care of Fantastic Beasts, and Gryffindor and Slytherin went to Hagrid's hut with their books.

But this time there were no snails on the field, and their substitute teacher had also changed. It was an elderly witch with short gray hair and a very prominent chin.

"Where's Hagrid?" Harry asked.

"He... feels a little uncomfortable." The witch frowned slightly, "Dumbledore arranged for me to come to substitute class, you can call me Professor Graplan."

Professor Graplan leads the students to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, where a beautiful unicorn is tethered under a tree.

"Wow!"

"It's so beautiful."

"How did she do it, unicorns are hard to catch."

The students all expressed their admiration, and many of them agreed with this temporary professor a little bit more. This should be the Protection of Fantastic Beasts class!

They didn't deny Hagrid's knowledge of Fantastic Beasts, but the snails were nothing compared to unicorns.

"Boys, stand back." Professor Graplan sternly said, "Unicorns like to be touched by women. Girls can approach it carefully and relax."

Under the leadership of the professor, the girls approached happily one by one, while the boys were left next to the stables, where Beauxbaton's Pegasus snuggled up to each other to resist the severe cold.

"What do you think happened to Hagrid?" Harry said to Ron. "It wasn't a schreck accident, did it?"

"Certainly not." Aaron said, "Hagrid is a professional in raising magical animals, and neither the three-headed dog nor the acromantula can do anything to him.

The fried-tailed snail is not as tall as him, so if you want to hurt him, you have to have that ability! "

"I know a little bit about this." Draco said gloatingly.

"You won't really ask Lucius to find a way to change the professor of the Protection of Fantastic Beasts class!" Harry looked at him coldly, "What's the reason this time?"

"Don't get me wrong, although I wish he would be fired, it really has nothing to do with me this time." Draco took out a "Daily Prophet" newspaper from his pocket, "Look at this and you will understand."

Aaron took the newspaper, and after reading only two lines, the corners of his mouth twitched, "So it fell into her hands, no wonder we changed a professor."

"Who did he fall into?" Ron asked curiously.

"Rita Skeeter, the most unscrupulous and unscrupulous reporter." Aaron shrugged, and then handed the newspaper to Ron.

Dumbledore's big mistake...Mad-Eye Moody is the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher...but he is kind compared to the protection of Fantastic Beasts...

Rubeus Hagrid, expelled from Hogwarts in his third year, has carved out for himself the Care of Fantastic Beasts out of many eligible contenders...  

Later, the newspaper mentioned that Draco was wounded by a Hippogriff, Crabbe was bitten by a caterpillar, and there were dangerous creatures such as snails, but the most shocking thing was Hagrid's life experience, a mixed giant.

"This is too...disgusting!" Ron said with a strange expression, "It's okay to be half-truthful, and exaggerate the truth countless times."

"I have to admit, Skeeter still has some skills." Aaron said with emotion, "He even picked out Hagrid's fucking name.

Friedwafa, I bet Hagrid didn't even tell you that name. "

"Of course not. Why is he telling us his mother's name?"

"That's not important. What's important is that the half-breed giant's reputation in the magic world is not very good, and the snail is a very harmful magical animal... I think that idiot's teaching career should be over." De Laco smiled triumphantly.

"I'm afraid you're overthinking this." Aaron said disapprovingly. "Don't forget, this newspaper will make Hagrid uncomfortable for a while at most. After the limelight passes, he will naturally take over again."

"Isn't it?" Draco frowned dissatisfiedly, "The Daily Prophet has said that about him, so can he continue to teach?"

"Why not?" Harry asked eagerly.

"Not asking you, Potter."

"The Daily Prophet has done a disservice to Fudge, who was still the Minister of Magic, and a disservice to Dumbledore, who was also Headmaster of Hogwarts, and a disservice to Arthur Weasley, who was still in the Ministry of Magic, and a disservice to Harry Potter, he wasn't doing just fine.

Don't forget, Dumbledore is the headmaster, he has an unusual relationship with Hagrid, do you think he will fire Hagrid for an unrealistic newspaper?

Moreover, Hagrid has been a forestry guard for decades. It can be said that the Hogwarts students in the past few decades know him well, and they can all testify to Hagrid. "

"This..." Draco opened his mouth, feeling speechless.

Harry and Ron exchanged glances and gave Draco a defiant look.

"Someone's idea may not be realized."

"Just have fun in your heart!" Draco said with contempt on his face, "At least you don't have to face the disgusting snails."

The two looked at each other and lowered their heads in embarrassment.

Although he didn't want to admit it, what Draco said was the truth, if he had to choose between a unicorn and a snail, he would choose the former as long as his brain didn't twitch.

......

Hagrid was so devastated by the paper that he locked himself in his room without seeing anyone for half a month.

It was not until the end of January that Dumbledore decided to teach again under repeated persuasion and comfort.

After Hagrid came back, he didn't let the students feed the snails, but continued to talk about unicorns following Professor Graplan's class.

As a woodland warden, he knew as much about unicorns as anyone else.

When the two pure golden juvenile unicorns were drawn in front of everyone, almost all the students could not hide their excitement and joy.

"Ahem! Cubs are easier to spot than adult unicorns, they will turn silver around the age of two, start growing horns at the age of four, and turn pure white when they become adults.

In addition, the cub has no defensive psychology and will not be disgusted with boys.

You can come and pat them if you like or just order sugar cubes. "

For a while, everyone was watching the cubs with great interest. The girls were very excited, and the boys were also deeply attracted by their cute appearance.

Abe snorted lightly, and turned his face away in dissatisfaction.

Aaron patted it on the head dumbfounded, knowing that it was upset that it was being compared to two unicorn cubs.

"You are a holy dragon, you will definitely beat them with spread your wings, but it's not time for you to be exposed yet."

Hearing this, Abe nodded slowly, looked at the two unicorns with disdain, and decided not to have the same knowledge as them.

Time passed day by day, and soon it was mid-February.

The progress on Harry's side was not smooth. He, Ron and Hermione searched the library for a way to let him breathe underwater for an hour whenever he had time.

But they searched all the magic books related to water, but found nothing.

Hermione also asked Professor McGonagall for a note for the Restricted Section, but even those ancient spells didn't involve breathing underwater.

"There must be a way, there must be." Hermione kept cheering herself up. The stack of magic books beside her was more than one meter high, but she kept flipping through the books.

"We weren't so serious when we were looking for Nicole Flamel." Ron yawned and rubbed his sleepy eyes, "Hermione, although I don't want to say this, there may not be all the problems in the book Answer."

"But the answer to the second item must be found in the book." Hermione said very seriously, "They can't design a game that can't be passed.

You also see that Krum has been practicing diving these days, there must be some magic that can help him. "

"He's Durmstrang's student!" Ron said speechlessly, "Karkaroff is unconditionally partial to him, maybe he taught Durmstrang's advanced magic to him.

The same goes for Fleur, Maxim must have taught her Beauxbaton's special magic. "

"What about Cedric?" Hermione asked back, "Dumbledore didn't teach him, did he?"

"But his dad is the Director of the Department of Magical Creatures Regulation and Control of the Ministry of Magic, and he knows a lot of magic."

"Indeed, I have almost no advantage over them." Harry said bitterly.

"You can ask someone for help!" Ron said meaningfully, "Didn't Professor Moody give you an idea once?"

"No!" Harry shook his head, "I asked Professor McGonagall, and she said that the Triwizard Tournament cannot ask other people for help, everything can only be done by the warrior himself.

Whether Professor Moody will help me the second time I don't know, but I know he can't cast me a spell before the game. "

"Actually, there is no other way." Ron hesitated and pointed to Aaron who was leaning against the corner to write and draw.

"This...isn't appropriate!" Hermione said with a look of embarrassment, "We still have time, and we won't be at the end of our rope."

"How much time? Two days?" Ron said speechlessly, "Cedric is the only one who can help Harry breathe underwater at this time."

"Don't mention Cedric to me," Harry said coldly.

"You understand the situation, we have no other choice, we can't just watch Harry fall into the lake and drown!"

Hermione still hesitated, and Ron continued: "We don't want him to help Harry directly, we just ask him how to do it, and let's run the head office ourselves for the rest!"

"Let me ask!" Harry sighed, then walked up to Aaron cautiously.

"That... this..." Harry hesitated and didn't know how to speak. After all, he asked him for help whenever he needed help.

Aaron couldn't help raising his eyebrows looking at Harry Potter, who couldn't speak well, and then turned his gaze to Hermione and Ron. Seeing the stacked books beside them, he seemed to understand Why did Harry look for him.

"Alas! Don't tell me you're not ready for the second event."