A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 583 The Exploding-Tailed Snail with One Mother and Seven Lives

Chapter 583 The Exploding-Tailed Snail with Seven Lives from One Mother

There's a kind of school that everyone else's school is always right.

Other schools have a strong academic atmosphere and a strong sense of humanistic care, with single rooms, private bathrooms, and even co-ed dormitories.

Not only are the scholarships generous, but a professor can use the property for at least seven years without it becoming obsolete.

This stability was all the more precious to a student who had gone through four different Defense Against the Dark Arts professors.

In any case, compared to other schools, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts is like a disposable item, a daily consumable.

Upon hearing William's introduction, not only were Anne and her two children stunned, but even Harry and Ron were taken aback.

It turns out there were objective reasons why the two brothers didn't do well in school.

It's all because of the school that I can't fully realize my talents.

The two began criticizing the school's teaching quality, especially a certain unknown teacher.

He seemed to be the rat dropping in the thick soup, or the annoying cilantro in the big bowl of noodles.

Seeing their anger, William casually brought it up:

At Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, students resorted to strikes, marches, or sit-ins in the auditorium to voice their demands.

The school always makes concessions.

Both of them had a sudden flash of inspiration and nodded thoughtfully.

So this is what a good school is like!

William quickly slipped away; this was a topic that a prefect shouldn't be discussed by someone like him.

He firmly supported Dumbledore's leadership and shared the same fate as all the professors at Hogwarts.

As time passed, the Hogwarts Express finally slowed down and stopped at the dark Hogsmeade Station.

Stepping off the train, William looked up at the sky.

The rain poured down from the sky, pattering as it fell to the ground.

The torrential rain was heavy and fierce, like buckets of icy water being poured over the students' heads.

The veteran students all took out their warm-up badges and waterproof badges, and many freshmen followed suit after seeing this.

The young wizards who didn't buy anything were extremely disappointed.

Several groups of young wizards were searching for the senior who handed out flyers.

I believed her lies!

Hagrid walked over from the other side of the platform, calling out, "First-year students, come this way!"

Hagrid saw William and the others, waved vigorously, and said excitedly, "One mother with seven offspring... the Blasttail is a good mother."

"..."

It seems that Hagrid's hybridization plan has been successful.

But fried snails... what a strange name. I wonder what they taste like?

The crowd moved slowly, step by step, across the dark platform. Outside the station, more than a hundred horse-drawn carriages awaited them.

William, Hermione, and Anne climbed onto one of the vehicles.

But the carriage didn't move; all the Thestrals turned their heads and stared at William with their pupil-less eyes.

That expression seemed to say: You taste weird! Are you seeing someone else outside?!

"It doesn't smell weird?" Hermione leaned close to William's neck and sniffed hard.

Anne, perched on her brother's back, sniffed the robe and squinted, saying, "Strange...it smells exactly like Hermione's."

"The Thestral probably sensed the presence of the Divine Steed," William explained.

Furong helped him steal... oops, I mean, she got a divine horse from Mrs. Maxim.

William has now placed it on the safety list.

The Thestral probably sensed the presence.

William slammed the door shut, and a moment later, the Thestrals finally began to move.

After a violent jolt, the long carriage caravan set off along the path of Hogwarts Castle, splashing water all the way.

The carriage passed through a gate flanked by sculptures of winged wild boars and traveled along a wide driveway, swaying violently in the strong wind.

Through the window, William saw Professor Snape near the playground.

He was wearing strange clothes—let's call them life jackets—and was loudly directing house-elves to repair the lake embankment.

The ground was too slippery, and he stumbled and almost fell into a puddle.

The scene is strangely comical.

The heavy rain pounded on his head, and through the light of his wand, the dripping water could even be seen turning black.

William strongly suspected that Professor Snape's hair was originally blonde, but had turned black due to not washing it for a long time.

Moreover, you might find tomorrow morning that all the creatures in Black Lake have surfaced, belly up.

They were all poisoned to death.

Soon, the carriage stopped at the foot of the stone steps in front of two oak gates.

The students got off the bus and ran into the castle.

A large rubber balloon filled with water suddenly fell from the ceiling and exploded above the students' heads.

The foul-smelling liquid spilled all over the floor, and Ron was also drenched. He mumbled something, stumbled, and fell onto Harry next to him.

The two rolled toward the Slytherin students like bowling balls.

Malfoy sneered and jumped up the instant the two rolled over.

However, he overestimated his jumping ability and tripped over it, losing his balance and falling heavily to the floor.

A second water bomb fell, and the people around screamed and pushed each other, all wanting to get away from this place of trouble as soon as possible.

William's wand trembled, and the water bomb above his head seemed to hit a metal plate, suddenly stopping. Instead of falling, the water droplets bounced back upwards.

A soft snap.

A scream came from the ghost, and he sprang into the sky, tearing a curtain of rain, but he did not move straight forward, but rather slid and twisted like a fish or snake.

Many of the young wizards were stunned, and some even applauded.

William, along with Hermione and Anne, strode into the castle.

The auditorium was still as magnificent and grand as ever, and it had been specially decorated for the banquet at the start of the new semester.

Hundreds of candles floated above the table, illuminating the gold plates and goblets.

Hermione and Anne walked toward the Gryffindor table, while William and Cho sat at the Ravenclaw table.

Professor Dumbledore has returned from Venice, wearing a magnificent dark green robe, and a row of rings on his hand are sparkling.

It's so sparkly that it looks like rhinestones.

The principal touched the tips of his two long, slender fingers together, resting his chin on them, his eyes gazing at the ceiling through his half-moon shaped glasses.

The ceiling was enchanted, allowing a view of the outside world.

Black and purple clouds churned above, and as another clap of thunder sounded outside, a forked bolt of lightning streaked across the ceiling.

William felt that his house also lacked a ceiling like that.

Professor Flitwick was wearing a deerstalker hat and holding a large pipe.

He was talking to Professor Sinister, his astronomy teacher, about tobacco.

After not seeing him for a summer, Professor Flitwick seemed to have developed a smoking habit.

The two of them were still blowing smoke rings, which displeased Professor Sprout.

Tobacco in the magical world is a magical plant... How could you burn such a cute little thing like that?

Just then, Professor Snape pushed open the door and rushed in.

He walked quickly to Professor Sprout's side and whispered a few words to her.

Professor Sprout's face turned extremely ugly.

It turned out that the heavy rain caused the Black Lake to rise, flooding her small greenhouse.