People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

Chapter 225: Babo Tubers and Exploding Snails

The next morning, the storm finally stopped, but the sky was still covered with dark clouds, and there was no sunshine.

Harry walked into the hall with a beaming look on his face, followed by a sleepy Ron and a sullen Neville.

Harry saw Afro sitting in the crowd, eating breakfast seriously, and the scene in his dream appeared before his eyes again.

He had a happy and warm dream last night. In the dream, he became a champion of Hogwarts and won the trophy. Afro looked at him with admiration and appreciation, and the distance between them was getting closer and closer...

"Good morning! Harry, Ron, Neville."

Avro's voice pulled Harry out of his reverie.

Neville, who was walking with his head down, almost walked past the Gryffindor table, but Afro grabbed him in time.

"Thank you." Neville bowed his head and whispered thanks, just taking some food and putting it on the plate in front of him.

Afro took a bite of his bagel sandwich and glanced at Neville, who was not in high spirits. "Why didn't you go to the Quidditch game?"

Neville paused with his fork in his hand, "Granny doesn't want to go--"

"It's okay." Afro leaned over and rummaged through his backpack, then took out a small statue of Krum and stuffed it into his chubby hand. "This is for you!"

She bought the figurine at the market. The magical figurine can perform various classic Krum's signature moves.

Neville held the statue at a loss, looking into her eyes, not knowing what to say.

Afro smiled at his red face and shining eyes. She raised her hand and touched his round face. "You're welcome. We are friends."

Neville's face turned even redder after hearing this, and the blush spread to his ears and then to his neck.

When Harry saw this, he calmly sat down between the two of them, took out the course schedule for this semester, and studied the classes he was going to take with Aphrodite.

"Oh my god, how long do we have to study with Slytherin?" Ron ran his finger across the ink on the timetable and circled Care of Magical Creatures.

Afro used the back of a knife to spread avocado sauce on the bagel. "Probably until graduation."

"And Divination." Harry hated Divination class the most. Professor Trelawney always predicted his death.

"You should drop this class in time like Hermione and I did."

Harry smiled and looked up, took the sandwich from her hand, and took a big bite. "If that's the case, I'd rather take a Divination class."

Because Aphrodite and Hermione swapped Arithmancy for this course.

The new semester started with squeezing the Babo tubers, which made the little wizards look disgusted. If it was not handled properly, they would suffer varying degrees of damage.

Next up is Hagrid's Care of Magical Creatures class, where he enthusiastically introduces this semester's new pet - the Blast-tailed Skrewt.

These creatures, which can simply be called bugs, are extremely disgusting, and are covered in foul-smelling, sticky white-gray liquid.

Hagrid suggested that they raise the skrewts.

Draco said doubtfully beside Avro, "I guess Hagrid must have no idea what to teach this semester. He is just perfunctory to us."

As it happens, Flint raises his hand and asks, "What are they good for?"

Hagrid was stumped by the question. He thought hard for a moment and stammered that it was the topic of the next class.

"I told you he was just trying to fool us." Draco resigned himself to his fate by putting on his gloves, grabbing the frog liver and throwing it into the box of blasting-end skrewts.

The torturous class finally ended before lunch. Afro sat beside Fred, exhausted both physically and mentally, leaning on his hot body to comfort his tired body.

"What classes did you have today?" Hermione grabbed a piece of pumpkin pie and stuffed it into her mouth hungrily.

Fred moved his body so that Afro could lean more comfortably, "Moody, he's really cool!"

"His class is very fascinating!" George looked at her comfortable look and leaned on Afro's shoulder.

The three men were like bongos, one leaning against another.

"It's strange that you actually get to praise the professor one day." Afro teased them with his eyes closed, but deep down he was very interested in Moody.

She also wanted to see how capable this legendary and intelligent Mr. Crouch was.

"Trust me, baby." Fred touched Afro's face and rubbed it lingeringly, "He will make you feel an unprecedented excitement."