Magic Journey from Hogwarts

The three of Harry sent a letter to Percy, asking him how Barty Crouch was doing.

For the next period of time, apart from using owls to regularly bring food to Sirius, they just waited for Percy's reply.

In the Protection of Fantastic Beasts class, Hagrid finished his lecture on unicorns.

This time he took out some more boxes, and just when everyone was worried about the newly hatched snails inside, Hagrid opened the boxes triumphantly.

Inside were many platypus-like creatures with black fur and flat, shovel-like front paws.

"Is this... a sniff?"

"Very discerning, Mr. Gaius." Hagrid praised, "Usually you can find them in mines, and what Nixiu likes most is shiny things..."

At this time, the smell in the box seemed to smell something.

Dozens of snuffers suddenly jumped out of the box and rushed towards Aaron.

"Fuck!"

Aaron swears subconsciously.

Before he could react, Abe jumped out of his arms, roaring to meet him.

The fourth-year students of Slytherin and Gryffindor House were eye-opening. Except for a few people who knew the Abbe race, it seemed to others that this was a story of a cat fighting dozens of platypus.

Abei was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, quickly waving his paws and tail, killing all directions heartily, the black Xixiu was thrown out one by one by the white holy dragon.

Two minutes later, there was only one white cat standing proudly in the middle of the field, with one of its front paws pressing one for sniffing, and another one in its mouth.

"Great, it's amazing, this class is really worth it." Simo said in admiration, and couldn't help clapping his hands.

The same was true for the others, and there was thunderous applause for a while.

Abe became the most beautiful cub in the audience, completely regaining the limelight that was taken away by the two unicorn cubs. If it wasn't for the wrong occasion, it would have the urge to raise its head to the sky and howl.

boom!

A big hand pressed directly on its faucet and lifted it up.

The subdued two snuffers quickly ran to Hagrid's side as if they had been pardoned, obviously knowing who had the ability to protect them here.

"Hagrid, I'm sorry." Aaron said embarrassedly, and then waved his wand, all the Nifflers in the field flew into Hagrid's box.

"Uh...it's okay, it's really okay." Hagrid said excitedly.

Dragons are his favorite, and it is quite exciting to see Abe's battle up close.

Besides, Abe's strikes were still very measured, and his Xixiu didn't suffer any harm.

Aaron looked at Abe with a bad expression, "Explain it!"

"Don't make things difficult for it, I might know what's going on." Hagrid said with a smile, "Xixiu's favorite thing is gold coins. It must be the things in Abe's pocket that attracted them."

Hearing this, the corners of Aaron's mouth twitched slightly.

Abe nodded persistently. Last year, the owner spent a lot of gold on the feathers of those magical animals, but it hurt him for a long time.

That time it was reluctant but said nothing, but this time it absolutely couldn't bear it.

A group of platypus dared to covet its wealth, and dared to rush up to snatch it openly. Does it really mean that the holy dragon has no temper?

"Continue to class, Sniff is a well-known treasure detector, you can have a good time today." Hagrid smiled, and then pointed to a large piece of newly opened land, "I buried some gold coins there, you guys You can pick a sniff one by one.

I will give prizes to whoever picks Xixiu and digs out the most gold coins.

You have to take care to remove all valuables from your body, otherwise, if you don't pay attention, you will be sniffed and stolen. "

The students took off their watches and necklaces one after another, cleaned out the money in their pockets, and then went forward to claim the Xixiu.

These platypus-like magical creatures are not as dangerous as snails, nor wary of humans like unicorns, but they are gentle and affectionate with humans.

Soon the treasure digging began, and the speed of Xixiu's digging was no less than that of a groundhog. They dug out gold coins one by one, and handed them to the owner with their mouths.

Ron gained the most. The gold coins he dug out from the one he chose were several times more than the others. It was rare to experience the happiness of a rich man.

It was Aaron who gained the least, because his Niu Niu scratched the soil a few times and then looked back at Abe's pocket. Obviously, a severe beating still couldn't stop his love for gold coins.

When get out of class was over, Hagrid took back all the gold coins and gave Ron a large bar of chocolate as a reward.

"I really want to buy one as a pet." Ron said from the bottom of his heart.

"Better not," said Hagrid. "Snuffers are great at treasure hunting, but they're also great at tearing down houses. I don't want your mother writing to scold me."

Ron smiled embarrassingly, and was reluctant to return Xixiu.

In the next few weeks, everything seemed to be very smooth, but Hermione often received some malicious letters accusing her of playing with other people's feelings, which made her patience with Rita Skeeter reach the limit.

Towards the end of the Easter holidays, Harry's owl, Hedwig, flew back with a letter from Percy.

Harry called Aaron and opened the letter in the Transfiguration classroom.

His letter was not long, only a few lines, but he seemed rather impatient.

Mr. Crouch worked so hard that I didn't see him in person, and many things were sent by owl instructions, but I would never mistake my boss's handwriting.

I'm pretty busy right now, so don't bother me unless it's something urgent.

"Hmm..." After reading the letter, Aaron Mosuo twitched his chin and pondered for a while, "My intuition tells me that something happened to Barty Crouch most likely."

"But Percy said there was nothing wrong with his handwriting." Ron said puzzled, "Maybe he is really seriously ill."

"Maybe! But I still trust my instincts."

"It's best not to guess casually without definite evidence." Hermione said seriously, "Mr. Crouch is the director of the Ministry of Magic after all, and we are just a few fourth-year wizards. No one will believe us for no reason."

Aaron couldn't deny it, and then looked at Harry, "No matter what Crouch's current situation is, we can't control it, but you need to prepare early."

"I understand." Harry nodded, and then said depressedly: "But the last item of the Triwizard Tournament has not been announced yet, I just want to prepare but I don't know how to do it."

"Then find a way to improve your strength. The last item must be related to the strength of the Warriors."

"Are you so sure?" Ron said suspiciously.

"Remember what Hagrid said when he first took out the snails?" Aaron said meaningfully, "It was for a big project."

The three of them looked at each other, then thought of something, and swallowed together.

Hermione frowned, and said solemnly: "You mean the warriors of the Triwizard Tournament may have to face the fried-tailed snails?"

"Correct, it's an adult snail.

If nothing else, they should be able to grow to a height of more than three meters. "

Hearing this, Harry turned pale, he didn't think he could defeat such a monster.

"It's okay!" Ron forced a smile, and said with a stiff face: "The snails are almost dead, there should be few left now!"

"I don't deny this, but it also shows that the third project is not only the snail, there may be other dangerous creatures, at least five warriors must have one!"

Harry pursed his lips with difficulty, and said forcedly, "Do you have any suggestions?"

"Hehe!" Aaron's mouth twitched, and he said speechlessly, "I won't talk about the attacking spells, you will have some, but the defensive ones..."

"The Iron Curse?" Hermione said without thinking.

"That's right, there are almost two months left, you'd better learn this spell.

How much is a guarantee for life safety. "

Harry Potter:  …

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Time passed by, and it was the last week of May.

On this day, Professor Snape told Aaron to go to the Quidditch pitch at nine o'clock in the evening, and Mr. Bagman would tell the warriors what the third project was.

That night, Aaron set off half an hour early and met Harry and Cedric in the foyer.

"What do you think it will be?" Cedric asked with interest. "Fleur said it would be an underground tunnel. She thinks we are looking for treasure."

"It's probably Ms. Maxim who told her." Aaron shook his head with a smile. "We learned about the sniffling creature in the Protection of Magical Beasts class some time ago. It seems that Ms. Maxim misunderstood something."

"The situation may be more difficult than you think." Harry glanced at Aaron without any trace, and seeing that he didn't respond, he continued: "If nothing else happens, we may have to deal with the bomb-tailed snails."

"What?" Cedric suddenly lost his composure, "You're not kidding, are you?"

Although he was in seventh grade, he knew a little about Hagrid's snails, and Rita Skeeter had written about the ferocity of that creature in the newspaper.

"Not sure, but very likely."

The three of them crossed the lawn and entered the field.

But as soon as they entered, Harry and Cedric became angry, and the Quidditch field seemed to be gone.

The pitch is no longer smooth, and the goals have been removed and replaced by green foliage plants.

These plants form a series of walls, intricately connected together, meandering and stretching in all directions.

"This is interesting." Aaron said half-jokingly, "But I don't like this kind of level very much, it's too convoluted."

"Especially there are all kinds of monsters inside." Harry added with a wry smile.

"You're here," Bagman called from the center of the court, with Krum and Fleur standing next to him.

The three of them looked at each other, walked through these not-so-high plants, and walked to the middle.

"I believe you should have guessed what the last item is, right?"