The Bard at Hogwarts

The Care of Magical Creatures lesson is over.

In a sense, this is a very failed lesson.

Because all the students who left had a look of fear on their faces.

At this moment, Hagrid probably knew that he had messed up. Not only had he betrayed Dumbledore's trust, but he had almost injured a student.

And just when he was annoyed, a voice came from behind him.

"Excuse me, Professor! Can I detain you for a few minutes?"

Hagrid turned around in frustration and found that it was the student who had stopped the accident before.

"Oh, sorry! Sorry! I forgot to give you extra points! It was really thanks to you just now, it was just a little bit short, but now that get out of class is over, I can't give you extra points..."

At the end of the sentence, Hagrid's voice became smaller and smaller.

To be honest, sometimes Hagrid's simplicity makes people easily fall in love with him.

"Professor, I'm not here to ask for extra points, I'm just here to ask questions!" Ino explained his purpose with a chuckle.

"No need to call me Professor! Because I messed up everything. It's a mess! Just call me Hagrid, and if you have any questions, just ask."

Although he lowered his head and looked glum, Hagrid still fulfilled the duties of a professor and answered questions for students.

Seeing that the other party seemed to be a little out of sorts, Ino also said straight to the point:

"Hagrid, I raised a nest of Acromantulas..."

Before he could finish his words, Hagrid suddenly raised his huge head, looking a little horrified.

"Acromantula? Quick! Throw it into the Forbidden Forest, listen to me! The castle can't keep that, you will be fired by them."

"Professor Dumbledore knows this!" Ino said with a smile.

With just one word, Hagrid became visibly quiet.

After a while, he struggled and said: "How about... how about you bring them to me and I will keep them for you. You can come to my place to see them on the weekends, but something will happen if you leave them in the castle..."

"I have a box similar to Mr. Scamander's!" Ino said again with the same tone.

Well, Hagrid fell into silence after all. Not only did he not say a word, but his whole person seemed a little aggrieved.

This situation was actually expected by him. After a pause, he continued:

"Don't you want to see it? Besides, I have a lot of them, and they all live in suitcases."

…

Half an hour later.

On the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest, there is an open grassland far away from the castle, surrounded by lush shrubs.

In the middle of the grass, there was an open suitcase, and next to the suitcase stood an elegant blue phoenix.

And inside the box, there is a vast, traceless extended space.

Hagrid looked at the scene in front of him with some shock. The endless space was filled with countless Acromantulas, large and small.

Of course, this is nothing, after all, he has also seen Aragog leading his descendants to migrate.

But what really shocked him was the style here. When did Acromantulas understand architecture? They actually built a castle with spider webs.

Yes, castle!

No matter in terms of appearance or shape, this looks like a castle specially built for Acromantula.

At this moment, it seemed that someone was visiting. Hundreds of Acromantulas lined up in two rows, standing quietly, like soldiers waiting to be reviewed.

"Merlin's socks! How did you do that?"

This sight beyond common sense made it difficult for Hagrid to understand for a while.

"Maybe this is a kind of talent." Ino didn't explain too much, just classified it as a talent of snake oil.

In the magical world, whenever you encounter something that cannot be explained, as long as it is classified as talent, everything will fall into place.

Sure enough, Hagrid didn't continue to ask after hearing about the talent. Instead, he turned around with an embarrassed look on his face.

"As for the Acromantula, you raise it better than me! Really! There's probably nothing I can do to help you."

Faced with Hagrid's honesty, Ino shook her head.

"Don't you think they are too fragile? I mean, this species is quite capable in the jungle, but once it is put on the plains, it can only become a living target."

The evaluation is 5x Acromantula is fragile. Maybe if another person hears this evaluation, he will definitely think it is a joke.

However, after hearing this, Hagrid thought about it very seriously.

"It is indeed a bit fragile. Buckbeak can kill several Acromantulas alone on the plains."

After hearing Hagrid's affirmative reply, Ino also expressed his true thoughts.

"Then why don't we try to make them more powerful. The biggest shortcoming of the Acromantula is that its feet are too slender. If their feet can be improved, a new species that can live in the plains may be cultivated."

"New species?" Hagrid savored the word carefully.

…

On the lawn outside the castle.

Hagrid happily held a silk cocoon the size of a washbasin, which contained some young Acromantulas.

"Eno, come and have a chat in my cabin? If you don't have class in the afternoon!"

"Sorry, Hagrid!" Ino said apologetically, then turned to look at the castle.

"I do have classes in the afternoon, and I have to go to the library to look up some information for the evening party. But don't worry, I will come see you when I have time. If I don't have enough information, just ask anyone to bring me information."

Although he was rejected, Hagrid didn't take it seriously. Instead, he said with approval:

"Okay! Class is the main thing. I will inform you as soon as there is any progress."

...

After saying goodbye to Hagrid.

He did not choose to go back to the dormitory directly, but strolled to the edge of the Black Lake.

He chose a secluded place and opened the suitcase again.

Soon, a large eight-eyed spider about the size of a palm and with a deep blue body jumped out of the box.

"Lina, is there any way for me to control myself and temporarily give up the defense of my mind? There may be a very interesting class in the afternoon!"

Looking at the shimmering lake, Ino asked leisurely.

When he rejected Hagrid's invitation just now, he suddenly thought of something that was almost forgotten.

Lupin's Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

He always found the unique teaching method in the story very interesting.

Use Boggart to let the little wizard face his own fear.

Although he was not sure which class it was in the semester, he also wanted to participate in it and see what his potential fear was.

But the premise must be to learn to control himself.

Otherwise, Boggart said that he had transformed, and he was afraid that he would be frozen at the beginning of his peeping.