After coming out of Classroom No. 7 and standing in the corridor, you can see the bright moonlight outside the window, giving the sparse shrubs in the courtyard a layer of silver light.

"No need to send it," Newt turned around and said, "I occasionally come to replace the manuscripts over the years, but I haven't forgotten the way."

Sniff Varen stood on Felix's shoulder and waved with everyone.

On a fork, the Hogwarts warriors looked at Newt's back and felt a sense of envy in their hearts.

"Do you want to do the protection of magical animals like Mr. Scarmand after graduation?" Felix looked at them with a smile and asked, "Or at some point, want to become a naturalist?"

"Professor, how do you know?" Cedric asked in surprise. He had indeed had an impulse just now, wanting to follow the old man's footsteps and go around every corner of the world to see the magical creatures that share their magic power.

Felix chuckled softly.

"This is the charm of a great wizard. Their own experience alone is enough to make countless people moved and fascinated, and they want to follow him... But you have to think clearly and not rush to make a decision."

"Do you remember what I said? Hogwarts used to be a popular habit of graduation travel. You can use it as a reference, walk more and take a look, and broaden your horizons. Some truths are yours only after experiencing them, and the truths that others say are not more precious than a Nath."

They showed thoughtful expressions and separated each other by the spiral staircase.

Collins Fley and Cedric Diggory continued down, their common rooms were on the basement, Roger Davis and Harry went up until the end, only Harry and the three left walked towards the Gryffindor public room.

"It's probably ten o'clock, there should be not many people in the lounge, right?" Hermione said expectantly.

They seemed to have become rare little animals in class during the day, attracting everyone's attention. Everyone was talking about it. The other three colleges' academic attitudes were not good, and they formed an atmosphere of opposition with Gryffindor, as if they had snatched the honors of other colleges.

Gryffindor students would maintain them, but this maintenance was equivalent to treating each other differently, not what they wanted. Especially when get out of class was over at noon, they met the Clivi brothers. The Harry Potter Worshipers Club seemed to have added new members. Colin's younger brother Daniel Clivi was more appealing than his brother. One of the evidence was that he brought a group of freshmen, all from four colleges.

So the three of them fled in panic.

They ran to the auditorium in one breath, finished lunch early before the others arrived, and then hurriedly retreated.

In the afternoon's magical animal protection class, Hagrid used the excuse of growing a snail to three feet and needed to maintain a certain amount of exercise, so that each student could walk with a snail. These snails were no longer fleshy and without carapaces or colored bugs in the incubator, but grew a thick, gray-white armor-shaped hard shell, which was amazingly strong.

If you only glance at it occasionally and ignore the exaggerated tail snails, you would think that these little wizards were walking with a dog. But the truth is that they were like helpless duckweed in the wind or small boats in the black lake in the rainstorm, being dragged forward by the tail snails. Whenever a cluster of sparks spewed out of their tails, these tail snails would suddenly move forward six or seven feet, dragging the little wizard with the rope behind them to the point of being dragged around. Ravend Brown was dragged to the ground, making a terrifying scream, struggling to stand up.

Hager took this opportunity to express his concerns to Harry, Ron and Hermione.

Harry and the other two thanked Hagrid for freeing them from Malfoy's ruthless mockery, because Ron's face was about to turn into the color of a roasted snail. Semo said in a complaint that if Hagrid continued to take care of the snail, he would not be able to resist chanting the snail.

This sentence attracted the common hatred of the Gryffindor wizards, and they discussed it enthusiastically. Dean introduced the fried scorpions and steamed crabs he had eaten. No matter which cooking method he cooked, he could help him. Even Harry was involved and argued with them about whether the fried snails would turn red after they had been cooked for a long time.

"Your faces don't look very good. Are you worried about the Fire Dragon?" Haeger asked at the time.

Ron's face cooled down rapidly. His face, which had been red from anger, had turned into the color of the shell of the snail, which was a gray pale white, and his calves couldn't help but tremble. After a few weeks, the word "fire dragon" had successfully surpassed the spider and became his new fear switch.

Seeing Ron's expression, Haeger didn't say anything else, just patted his shoulder, and Ron sat on the ground "thump".

"Oh - I'm sorry! But you can't do it. At least you have good physical exercise and run faster like this..."

This is why Harry and the others comforted Hager and Xie Bumin, which is completely counterproductive!

...

On the spiral stairs, Harry and the others slowed their pace as much as possible. The fireworks that the Weasley twins used to celebrate last night were not used up yet. According to their habits, they will definitely make up today, and maybe they will be waiting for them to push open the door at this moment.

Walking up the steps, two Lavenclaw girls came down towards them, looked at them, turned their heads and walked back.

Hermione sighed deeply.

"Didn't Cedric and the others say to help us explain?" Harry asked in confusion.

"It's only been a day, not so soon," said Hermione. "They are angry."

"Just take a break here." Harry said with uninteresting interest. He sat on the steps and stared at them with his eyes fixed on both sides of the stairs. He suddenly burst into anger: "Do you want to see? Come over and see more clearly!"

The old wizard with a walrus beard in the portrait gave him a blank look and left mutteringly.

"Harry..."

"I'm fine, I'm just a little uncomfortable." Harry said with a deep breath. Sirius comforted him in the morning, and the chat with Mr. Scarmand in the evening made him forget his worries for the time being, but now all these things are back.

"If Malfoy planned to give me a nickname like a snail or scar head, I would definitely give him a lesson." Harry said, clenching his fists.

Hermione smiled on her originally solemn face, and then they all calmed down and thought about their own thoughts.

"Harry, what do you think of the clock in my house now? Will it point to 'fatal danger'?" Ron asked suddenly.

Harry hesitated for a moment, "It shouldn't be." He knew what Ron was talking about. There was a magical wall clock in the Hulk, which did not show any specific time, but what family members were doing. At twelve o'clock on the regular clock, it was marked as "fatal danger".

"I haven't told my family about being chosen as the Warrior," Ron said, looking at Hermione, "You don't, either?"

Hermione shook her head.

"I hope it will be a day to drag. Although Professor Hayp said that the Warriors could let their family come and watch the game, I refused."

"I can't hide," Ron said with a bitter face. "Ginny writes letters to her family every week, and Fred and George are almost a month or two, unless they get into trouble. And Percy and Charlie, who work in the Ministry of Magic, will know sooner or later..."

"Maybe I'll wake up one day and watch them rush into the dormitory and fight me away, or have the owl send me a red roar letter."

"We have to do something," Harry said as he stood up.

Ron and Hermione looked up at him.

Hermione said hesitantly, "Are you talking about Classroom 7? But according to the professor's plan, we will follow Mr. Scarmand's memory to learn about Fire Dragon in the next few days, and wait until the weekend to determine everyone's style and formulate competition strategies. Other schools should have similar practices. All students of Ifamoni asked for leave today."

"We can't always count on others, Ron, what do you say?" Harry looked at Ron.

Ron licked his lips and said slowly: "I think Hermione's words make sense. We can't do anything. Those magic is of no use to the fire dragon..."

"How could it be useless!" Harry shouted, attracting the gaze of the portraits again, but he said regardless of the silence: "Do you still remember the professor's black hanging door? Remember why we were selected? Have you all forgotten?"

He stared into Hermione's eyes, Hermione first compromised, and he looked at Ron again, and Ron swallowed twice.

A few minutes later.

Felix Hepp's memory held his arms, leaned against the wall, looking at them casually.

"So, are you going to try the power of the Fire Dragon in advance?"

"That's right." Harry said, dragging Ron and Hermione.

Felix Hepp's memory stretched his head to one side, as if listening to someone in the air, the three of them looked around and found nothing. In their expectant eyes, the memory spread his hands: "Someone disagrees. But... I think it's very interesting..."

The dark ancient wall he leaned against gradually collapsed, and fire dragons hung their heads, and a large pool of saliva drooled in front of the three of them.

"Do I need to count down for you? Three------"
Chapter completed!