A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 348 This is the next generation!

As dawn broke, a hazy mist shrouded the sea. Waves lapped against the beach, bringing with them the damp, salty sea breeze of the Atlantic.

William and Hermione yawned, listlessly picking up crabs. They had chatted until late last night before going to bed, so it was no wonder they were so tired.

Anne, on the other hand, with her pretty braids and a tattered, pointed hat, ran around barefoot on the shore, always full of energy.

She was indeed full of energy; even the big black dog got tired from being walked by her.

Who has ever seen a dog get so tired while being walked? Annie did it!

Anyway, Annie was pulling on the head, but the dog refused to run away. It lay on the ground with its tongue hanging out, panting heavily, and couldn't be pulled away at all. It was definitely a loser!

This dog-like exhaustion is a disgrace to the pet world; it should be expelled from the dog category.

William picked up a few more yellow crabs and put them in his small basket. The crabs left behind by the receding tide were all too small, and he inexplicably missed the little cuties in the Forbidden Forest.

William now understood why Hagrid called those animals "cute little ones."

Especially those creatures called giant eight-eyed spiders, which are actually Scottish terrestrial hairy soft-shell crabs!

William had only tasted it a few times near the end of last semester. It was huge and the meat was delicious... Ah, it could make a badger drool, a lion die of impatience, and a snake die of anger.

William picked up a few more crabs with disdain, while keeping an eye on the black dog out of the corner of his eye.

This dog is too wary.

In the morning, when he tried to pet the dog's head, it immediately tucked its tail between its legs, foamed at the mouth, bared its teeth, and looked as if it had been insulted, as if it was about to rush over and bite him.

William was also suddenly filled with a strange anger; ever since he came to France, nothing had gone right.

He can't handle Arya, so he can't even deal with your dog, huh?!

William must cut away the great blackness before the disaster, to cure it forever!

However, as the successor of the Marxist school of wizardry, William also had to adhere to dialectical materialism and learn to proceed from reality and adapt to local conditions.

After all, the dog wouldn't eat anything he fed it.

Could it be that the big black dog has already sensed its fate?

Otherwise, let it find another dog of its kind to have some fun with; there are plenty of stray dogs around here anyway.

Anne also carried a basket. She skipped and hopped along, picking up a bunch of seashells along the way, and then started picking up pebbles.

Hermione's mother, Emily, studied English Literature and History at Brown University, so she is exceptionally musical and skilled at making stone paintings.

Anne learned from Emily in her daily life, which involved picking up stones for her to take home and paint on.

The group drifted further and further away from the road, continuing to walk along the shallow sea.

A large black dog, which was resting far away by the roadside, suddenly barked wildly, its fur standing on end, and jumped around as if it had rabies.

The three of them quickly realized what it was calling; a rumbling sound came from afar.

William looked out and saw a white line moving from north to south across the misty sea. A strong wind suddenly rose, and the waves gradually rose higher as the line advanced.

Sure enough, the weather forecast was never accurate. It clearly predicted a calm day, but how could there be such huge waves so early in the morning?!

It's too late to run to shore now; the waves are getting faster and faster, crashing straight towards us with a thunderous roar.

William and his companions didn't leave either; they just stood there with their hands on their hips, looking up at the waves up close.

Anne even pulled out her wand and raised her hand, as if she were the one who had stirred up the towering waves... Wearing a pointed wizard's hat, she was even more like Dumbledore than Gandalf.

The big black dog suddenly sprang up and charged down from the side of the road, howling.

From his perspective, these three little wizards were either terrified or stupid, otherwise they wouldn't have stood there dumbfounded.

This year's Hogwarts students aren't very good!

There wasn't a single one who could fight. Back in the day... sigh, let's not talk about it.

The big black dog ran faster and faster, then suddenly braked sharply near the beach. He looked around in confusion…wait, where did everyone go?

Was I hallucinating because I was too hungry?

The big black dog turned its head and saw that William and the other two had appeared by the roadside, admiring the magnificent waves from afar.

The boy even took out a camera and took pictures of the two girls.

The black dog was dumbfounded. "You can apparite? You should have said so earlier! You should have said so earlier!!"

Well, they're so fearless precisely because they can apparate.

The black dog hesitated for two seconds, let out a mournful howl, and turned to run, but after only two meters, it was swept away by a towering wave.

The salty liquid suddenly poured into his mouth, almost suffocating him.

"Big Black!" Annie exclaimed.

"It's alright, dogs can swim," William reassured her. "It probably wants to surf too."

It's true that the black dog can swim, but it's been walking around with Annie all morning and hasn't had breakfast yet. It's starving. With such big waves, even if it wanted to swim, it would have to be able to make it.

The big black dog suddenly recalled those unbearable years of drifting.

God knows how devastated he was when he thought he had arrived in England, only to find out that he had arrived in France!

In that instant, he almost wanted to destroy Paris.

So riding this wave, he might be able to return to England. Of course, the possibility of him being taken all the way to Spain is more likely.

Seeing that the big black dog was about to be swept away, William could no longer continue watching the show.

Hermione glanced around and, not seeing any Muggles, William understood. He immediately transformed into a sea eagle, rushed to the surface, and faced the surging wave head-on.

He grabbed the black dog with one claw, like an eagle snatching a chick, and pulled it away from the sea.

I don't know if it drank too much seawater and messed up the dog's brain, but it suddenly struggled wildly and almost bit William.

William loosened his grip and threw it back into the water.

Another huge wave crashed down, leaving the big black dog completely disoriented.

William makes another grab.

The dog struggled again.

Catch again,

Struggle again...

William was just like those novice claw machine players who wanted to show off their claw machine skills to their girlfriends.

His hands and brain told him he could, but the claw machine and the coins said no.

It took seven or eight attempts to catch the big black dog before it was finally rescued.

It finally behaved itself and dared not bare its teeth at William anymore.

The three of them gazed at the sea, where the waves grew increasingly fierce, like dark clouds pressing down on the city.

After the strong winds come the torrential rain!

In this terrible weather, it was impossible to continue collecting seashells, so the three of them could only hold up their umbrellas and walk towards the hotel.

"It's okay, the rain will stop in a while," Annie said. "The weather here has been very strange lately. It poured rain this morning, and then the sun came out shortly after."

"When we arrived on our first night, we even saw the aurora borealis."

William and Hermione exchanged a glance. The aurora borealis in France? Something seemed off.

The black dog followed at a distance, not daring to get too close.

He was terrified; it turned out that the boy was the real master at disguising himself as a badger to devour a lion. To possess Apparition at such a young age, and even Animagus abilities… that was simply outrageous!

James only learned it in fifth grade, and this kid isn't even in fourth grade yet. Judging by his skillful technique, he clearly learned it much earlier.

Has the educational level at Hogwarts reached this level?

So this is what the younger generation is like.

These three are probably the least skilled of the younger generation of Hogwarts wizards...

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