Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 392 Hagrid's Surprise

This was probably the longest day they spent in Hogsmeade Village. It wasn't until evening, when it was getting dark, that the group said goodbye to Sirius Black, carrying a bunch of heavy bags, and arrived at the village entrance with the other students.

The bag was full of gifts from Sirius Black, including but not limited to useful magical items from Devies-Bans, new joke gadgets from Zonko, and Honey Duke products that almost emptied half the store.

Okay, that might be a bit of an exaggeration, but Sirius really bought a lot, enough for the four of them to eat to their hearts' content for several months, and even if they invited their classmates along, they could still eat until the end of the school year.

Sirius Black also bought some for himself, but his portion consisted mostly of chocolate. He bought a little of every kind of chocolate in the store.

Sirius then escorted them to the school gate before stopping in place under Professor Sinister's watchful gaze.

Generally, parents are not allowed to enter Hogwarts without an invitation, a fact Sirius knew all too well.

When he first entered Hogwarts, he was sorted into Gryffindor during the sorting process... This was like the Weasleys producing a Slytherin.

It goes without saying that the rest of the Black family was furious and wanted to forcibly take Sirius away, but they couldn't get into Hogwarts no matter what they did, even with an inside help.

That's how Sirius wasn't forced to transfer schools.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that Dumbledore did something behind the scenes, but in any case, Sirius stopped on his own when he reached the school gate.

“You can write to me if anything happens,” he told Harry. “Your owl is very clever; it always finds me.”

"What are you going to do next?" Harry asked. "Go home and rest?"

“Let’s go find Remus,” Sirius said. “He’s been running around doing things for me lately, we should really sit down and have a good drink.”

"Alright, see you next time, Harry. Remember what I told you: write to me if you run into any trouble." Then he waved his hand, and with a loud bang, he disappeared.

“Apparition, what convenient magic!” Hermione said, her eyes gleaming with eagerness.

“Yes,” Ron nodded. “If we learn this, we won’t have to take that slow train home anymore.”

“It’s a pity we have to wait until sixth grade to learn this magic,” Hermione sighed. “Why couldn’t they be more lenient? I think fourth grade would be perfectly fine.”

Xilun turned to look at her and pursed his lips.

Learning Apparition in fourth grade?
If that were to happen, the school would likely end up with a huge number of severed limbs, or things that are only half a head or torso.

Afterwards, Sirius glanced again at the spot where Sirius had disappeared. In fact, he had just been thinking about whether to ask Sirius and Lupin to check on Barty Crouch's situation.

As longtime adversaries of the Death Eaters, they should be able to see something special.

But after thinking it over carefully, Xilun dismissed the idea.

Sirius has just regained his freedom, so let him enjoy the sunshine in peace. As for dangerous things, it's better to leave them to Rita Skeeter, since she's a professional.

……

Perhaps it was because of his improved mood, but after returning to the castle, Harry felt lightheaded and even walked with a lighter gait.

And this good mood lasted until next week's class... or rather, the class on protecting magical creatures.

After Herbalism class ended, the students who had chosen Conservation of Magical Creatures crossed the field together and headed towards Hagrid's cabin. In the distance, Harry suddenly spotted something familiar beside Hagrid's cabin.

It was a large wooden box, and through the gaps between the planks, you could vaguely see sparks flashing inside from time to time.

Coupled with the faint sounds of explosions in the air, a terrible memory suddenly flooded his mind, even overshadowing the joy of meeting Sirius Black.

"Wait, is that a Blasttail?" Ron couldn't help but ask, clearly he and Harry were thinking the same thing.

When they first helped raise the tamarins, the slimy stuff appeared in this form, crammed into a large box, crackling and popping like fireworks inside.

“I don’t think so… We’ve already learned about the blasting snail, haven’t we? We raised it from two feet to six feet long,” Harry said, but judging from his expression, he wasn’t entirely sure either.

What if Hagrid suddenly has a whim and wants them to review it all over again?

But he really didn't want to come into contact with those horrible, explosive, disgusting things again.

The group arrived at Hagrid's cabin with trepidation.

As soon as the school bell rang at the castle, Hagrid came out of the house.

Harry noticed that his hand was wrapped in a thick bandage, and a patch of his thick beard was inexplicably missing. If you got close, you could faintly smell a burnt odor.

Without a doubt, it must have been those frizzy-tailed snails that did it; their favorite thing is to leave people who come to feed them covered in wounds.

"Hagrid... Professor, are we going to have to feed the Blasttail again?!" Before the class bell had even finished ringing, someone asked impatiently.

“Of course not,” Hagrid said. “We’ve already learned this, you should remember, right?”

Upon hearing the first sentence, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

“We definitely remember, we’re just afraid you’ve forgotten,” Ron muttered to himself.

Hermione nudged him gently with her elbow, but didn't say anything.

“I’ve got something fun for this lesson, you’ll like it,” Hagrid continued, waving his hand. “Come on, everyone, I’ve marked out a paddock.”

Harry and the others, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly felt anxious again.

As is well known, Hagrid has always been fond of monsters with fangs and claws, and he finds it interesting to watch a dragon bite through a bull's skull with its sharp teeth.

Harry's steps grew heavier and heavier.

"What is it that requires us to fence off the enclosure?" Harry asked with some concern. "Sirlen, are we going to see Hungarian hornets later?"

“Believe me, if Hogwarts really had Hungarian bees, Hagrid certainly wouldn’t share them with us,” Celen said absentmindedly.

He didn't care whether Hagrid had prepared Hungarian wood bees or something else. He just wanted to see the big chest next to the cabin and the lovely burrowing snails inside.

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(End of this chapter)