HP Magic Biography

In fact, just as Fanlin thought at the beginning, Harry's super high popularity allowed the selection to last almost the entire morning. It seems that half of Gryffindor College has been dispatched, from freshmen to seventh-graders.

The latter also included a big boy with stiff hair, Harry recognized at a glance, he had seen him on the Hogwarts Express.

"We've seen it on the train, in the old slug's box," he said confidently, walking out of the crowd and shook Harry's hand. "Cormac McLagen, goalkeeper."

"You didn't participate in the selection last year, did you?" Harry asked, and he noticed that McLagen's shoulders were wide enough to block all three goals without moving.

"I was in the hospital when they were selected last year," McLagen said arrogantly. "I lost the bet and ate a pound of Humeizi's eggs."

"Okay," Harry said. "Well...you can wait there..."

He pointed to a corner of the court, where Fanlin and Hermione were sitting nearby. He seemed to see a glimmer of irritation flashing across McLagen's face, and Harry wondered if McLagen thought they were all the students that the ‘old slug’ liked and would get some special treatment.

According to Fanlin's suggestion, starting from the most basic test, Harry divided all the applicants into groups of ten and let them fly around the court.

Obviously, this is a good idea: the first group is the first grade, it couldn't be more obvious, they have hardly flew before. Only one boy managed to stop in the air and finally he ran into the goal post in a panic.

The second group consisted of ten stupid girls Harry had ever seen. After Harry blew the whistle, they just giggled loudly and held on to each other. The girl named Romelda Wenn was among them.

Harry told them to leave the court, and they did so happily, sitting in swarms on the stands and mocking everyone remaining.

The third group crashed into a bunch when they were halfway around the court. Most people in the fourth group did not bring flying broomsticks.

The fifth group of people are all Hufflepuffs.

"If there are anyone who is not Gryffindor here," Harry roared, and he became a little bit irritated. "Please leave now!" After a moment of silence, a few Ravenclaw students ran out quickly. On the court, while still grinning.

After complaining for two hours and losing his temper several times-one of which broke a handful of Comet 20 and smashed a few teeth-Harry finally found three chasers: Katie. Bell returned to the team after a wonderful test. The rookie Demerza Robbins performed very well in evading the ball, and Ginny Weasley, she was in the entire selection process. Both performed outstandingly and scored 7 goals.

Although Harry was satisfied with his choice, he yelled at countless protesters that his throat became hoarse, and now he had to have another similar argument with the eliminated batters.

"That is my final decision. If any of you doesn't give way to the goalkeeper selection, I will cast a spell on him!" Harry roared. None of the bats he picked had the talents of old players Fred and George, but he was still quite satisfied: Jimmy Pixar, a short but wide-shouldered third grader, he hits the wandering ball fiercely. On the back of Harry's head, an egg-sized bag was bulged on Harry's head, and Rich Kurt, who looked skinny but was good at aiming. They are now joined by Katie, De Merza and Ginny, sitting in the stands watching the selection of the last member of the team.

Harry deliberately left the selection of goalkeepers to the end. He hoped that the people on the court could walk away and their pressure would be less.

Unfortunately, now all those who were unsuccessful and some who had just finished their breakfast have also joined the spectator's ranks, so there are more people watching. When each goalkeeper flies to the goal, they all burst out loudly. fling in teeth.

Harry glanced at Ron, who was easily nervous; Harry thought that winning the last game last semester had cured Ron's problem, but apparently there was no: Ron's face was all green.

None of the first five players can save more than two balls. To Harry's disappointment, Cormac McLagen saved four of the five free throws. But when he saved the last ball, he threw in the wrong direction; there was a burst of laughter and boos from the crowd, and McLagen gritted his teeth back to the ground.

Ron seemed to pass out when he rode across the seven stars.

"Good luck!" shouted a voice from the crowd in the stands. Harry looked around, hoping it would be Fanlin and Hermione, but surprisingly, Harry saw Lavender Brown.

Is it true that what Fanlin said is true?

Among the four of them, he will be the only one left...

Harry expelled the terrible thought from his head, but in fact, it was useless. Ron was so nervous but exploded...

Harry wanted to bury his face in his hands like Lavender did not look at it, but as a captain, he should be a little tougher, so he turned his head to watch Ron's experiment.

But to Harry's surprise, it seemed that he didn't need to worry at all: Ron saved a ball, two, three, four, five in a row!

Harry was very happy. He struggled to restrain himself from joining the cheering crowd. Harry wanted to turn around and tell McLagen that, unfortunately, Ron defeated him, only to find that McLagen's flushed face was just inches away, and Harry quickly stepped back.

"His sister didn't hit the ball seriously at all." McLagen said fiercely, and the blood vessels in his temple swelled up, like Harry often saw on Uncle Vernon's face. "The **** she gave him were easy to save."

"Nonsense," Harry said coldly.

"He almost was not saved." McLagen took another step, and Harry didn't back off this time. "Let me try again."

"No," Harry said. "You've tried it once. You saved four. And Ron saved five. Ron is a goalkeeper, and he won the position openly. Get out of the way." He once thought McLagen would use it. The fist hit him, but he just turned his face into an ugly look, roared and walked away, sounding like he was angry with the air. Harry turned around and his new players were watching him slightly.

"Good job," he said in a hoarse voice. "You guys really fly well—"

"You did a great job, Ron!"

Both Fanlin and Hermione also walked over at this time. Although Fanlin's expression was a bit strange, in fact, Harry was also immersed in the joy of being able to bring Ron back into the team.

Ron seemed extremely satisfied with himself, and he grinned at everyone, seeming to be taller than usual. After agreeing to conduct the first team training next Thursday, Harry, Ron, Fanlin, and Hermione said goodbye to the rest of the team and walked to Hagrid's cabin.

The light rain finally stopped, and the wet sun squeezed hard from behind the clouds. Harry was starving; he wished Hagrid had something to eat.

"I think I almost missed the fourth ball," Ron said happily. "De Merza's ball is very cunning, did you see it, added a little spin—"

"Yeah, yeah... well, very bangbang!"

"But this sounds weird..." Ron was a little confused...

"Well, it may be my accent..."

"Oh, congratulations, Ron." Hermione said with a smile, and then squeezed Van Lin behind.

"I'm better than that McLagen anyway," Ron said very satisfied. "Did you see him move awkwardly in the wrong direction when he pounced the fifth ball? It's like a confusing spell..."

"Uh...yes, yeah..." Fanlin shook his head and pulled Hermione away.

...

"That kid is too arrogant!" Hermione said dissatisfiedly.

"Don't you like it? Oh, that's great..."

Then Fanlin casually pointed...

"That's fine."

...

A tall gray eagle-headed horse-winged beast was tethered in front of Hagrid's cabin. Buckbeak saw the four of them coming, slapped its sharp beak, and turned his huge head around.

"Gosh," Hermione said nervously. "It's still a bit scary, isn't it?"

"Come on, you've all rode it, haven't you?" Ron said. Harry walked forward, bowed to the eagle-headed horse-winged beast, staring at it without blinking. A few seconds later, Buckbeak also bowed.

"Are you all right?" Harry asked in a low voice, stroking its feathered head.

"Oh!" Buckbeak yelled loudly. Eagle Horse is still very friendly to his human friends, and it reminds Hagrid.

Hagrid strode over from the corner of the hut, wearing a huge flower apron and carrying a bag of potatoes in his hand. His big hunting dog, Ya Ya, followed; Ya Ya called and jumped forward.

"Stay away from it! It will bite your fingers off—oh. It's you."

Yaya jumped up between Hermione and Fanlin, trying to lick their ears.

Hagrid glanced at them, then turned and strode into the cabin, slamming the door shut.

"Gosh!" Hermione looked shocked.

"Don't worry," Fanlin said helplessly. Obviously, Hagrid had a little temper, and he didn't really want to see them.

Fan Lin walked over and knocked loudly on the door. "Hagrid! Open the door, we want to talk to you!"

There is no sound inside.

"If you don't open the door, we will blow it up!" Fanlin drew out his wand.

"Farlin, what are you doing!" Hermione sounded shocked. "You can't--"

"Of course I can!" Fanlin said. "This is not the first time, and if some people continue, I think this is not the last time, now, stand back—"

But before Fanlin chanted the spell, the door opened again.

Hagrid stood there glaring at everyone, even though he was wearing a floral apron, he still looked absolutely scary.

"I'm a teacher!" he shouted at Harry. "A teacher, Al! How dare you threaten to blow me up..."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Hagrid," Fanlin put his wand into his robe and deliberately said the last word very hard. Hagrid looked shocked.

"When did you start calling me'Mr.'?"

"When did you start calling me'Al'? Or, do you think you can just keep hiding like this, Hagrid?"

"Oh, very smart," Hagrid murmured gruffly. "Very interesting. I was fooled by you, right? Okay, come in, you ungrateful little..."

He muttered vaguely and took a step back to let them in. Hermione walked in behind Fanlin, looking horrified.

"So?" Hagrid said grumpily, and Harry, Ron, Van Lin and Hermione sat down around his huge wooden table. Fang immediately put their heads on Harry's knees, dripping with his mouth. robe.

"What is this? Sorry to me? Think I'm lonely or something else?"

"No," Harry said immediately. "We want to come and see you."

"We miss you so much!" Hermione said tremblingly.

"Miss me, don't you?" Hagrid snorted. "Yeah. Okay." He walked around the house with heavy steps, making tea in his huge copper teapot, muttering incessantly. Finally he threw four cups the same size as buckets and a plate of rock cake in front of them. The cups were filled with brown-red tea.

Harry was hungry enough to endure Hagrid's cooking, and he immediately picked up a piece.

"Hagrid," Hermione said timidly, when Hagrid had already sat down at the table with them, peeling the potatoes very savagely, as if every potato had a grudge against him. "Look, we really want to continue the class of protecting magical creatures."

Hagrid snorted again.

Fanlin felt even more fortunate that it was just potatoes, and at the same time secretly glad they didn't stay for dinner, Hagrid's cooking skills... You can't expect a giant's taste buds to be as moderate as normal people.

"We really want to!" Hermione said. "But none of us can put it in our curriculum!"

"Yeah. Okay." Hagrid said again.

Suddenly there was a strange crunch, and they all looked around: Hermione screamed and Ron jumped up from his chair, hurriedly went around the table and avoided a big bucket in the corner. They Just noticed it.

There was a bucket full of things that looked like one-foot-long maggots; slimy, white, tumbling and twisting inside.

"What are those? Hagrid?" Harry tried to make his question sound more interesting than disgusting, but he dropped the rock crust.

"It's a giant maggot," Hagrid said.

"They will grow into...?" Ron looked worried, the experience of snail-fried snails seemed to be yesterday...

"Nothing will grow," Hagrid said. "I will use them to feed Aragok."

Without any warning, he burst into tears. "Hagrid!" Hermione yelled. She walked around the table to Hagrid and patted Hagrid's trembling shoulder lightly.

"what happened?"

"Yes...it..." Hagrid whimpered, his skirt wiped his face, tears in his beetle-black eyes. "Yes... Aragok... I think it's going to die... It's been sick all summer, I don't think it will get better... I don't know what to do if it... If it... We are together Get along for so long..."

Hermione patted Hagrid on the shoulder, looking completely unsure of what to say. Harry knew how she felt. He still remembered that Hagrid once gave him a teddy bear to his ferocious dragon, had seen him take care of a group of big scorpions with suckers and stingers, and he had also seen him try to communicate with the brutal giant brother, but it might be The most incomprehensible aspect of his hobby of raising monsters is the giant talking spider Aragok, which lives in the depths of the Forbidden Forest. Four years ago, several of them survived nine deaths before escaping from it~www.wuxiaspot. com~Is there...Is there anything we can help? "Hermione asked, ignoring Fanlin's crazy winking and shaking his head, that big spider, in fact, if it weren't for Hagrid, that guy would be damned studying...

"I don't think so, Hermione," Hagrid choked, trying to hold back his tears. "Look, the rest of the clan... Aragok's clan... They are a little weird... a little restless..."

"Yes, I think we saw them as well," Ron whispered.

"...I don't think it's safe for anyone but me to go there at this time." Hagrid finished speaking, blew his nose vigorously with his apron, then raised his head. "But thank you for your concern, Hermione...this is important..."

Then the atmosphere in the room relaxed a lot. Although everyone did not show interest in meeting a ferocious giant spider and feeding it a giant maggot, Hagrid took it for granted that they were willing to do it. So he regained himself.

"Ah, I actually knew it would be difficult for you to put me in your schedule again," he said gruffly, and added some tea to them. "Even if you apply for a time converter—"

"In fact, we can't use it either." Fanlin said, "In the Ministry of Magic, the battle took place in the Time Hall. You should know that the battle directly destroyed two departments..."

"Ah, all right," Hagrid said. "You can't do it... I'm sorry I-you know-I'm worried about Aragoc... and I'm thinking, maybe if Professor Grapland taught you--"

The four of them told Hagrid clearly that the professor Grapland who had given him several lessons was terrible, so when they said goodbye to Hagrid's cabin in the dusk, he looked quite happy.