Coming out of classroom 7 and standing in the corridor, you can see the bright moonlight outside the window, painting a layer of silver light on the sparse bushes in the courtyard.

"No need to send it off," Newt turned around and said, "I occasionally come here to replace manuscripts over the years, and I haven't forgotten the way."

Sniff Warren stood on Felix's shoulder and waved with everyone.

On a fork in the road, the warriors of Hogwarts looked at Newt's back, and a feeling of envy surged in their hearts.

"Do you want to work in the protection of magical animals after graduation like Mr. Scamander?" Felix looked at them with a smile and asked, "Or at some point, do you want to become a naturalist?"

"Professor, how do you know?" Cedric asked in surprise. He did have an impulse just now, wanting to follow the footsteps of this old man, travel to every corner of the world, and see those magical creatures who share magic with them.

Felix laughed softly.

"This is the charm of a great wizard. Their own experiences alone are enough to move and fascinate countless people, and they want to follow them... But you have to think clearly and don't rush to make a decision."

"Remember what I said? Hogwarts used to have a popular custom of graduation trips. You can use it as a reference, walk around and see more, and broaden your horizons. Some truths are only yours after you have experienced them. The truths told by others are no more precious than a Knut."

They showed thoughtful expressions and separated at the spiral staircase.

Collins Foley and Cedric Diggory continued to go down. Their common rooms were all in the basement. Roger Davis and Harry went up until the end. Only Harry and the other two were left walking towards the Gryffindor common room.

"It's probably ten o'clock. There shouldn't be many people in the common room?" Hermione said expectantly.

They seemed to have turned into rare little animals in class today, attracting everyone's attention. Everyone was talking about it. The attitudes of the students from the other three colleges were not good. They were in a kind of opposition with Gryffindor, as if they had taken away the honor of other colleges.

Gryffindor students would defend them, but this kind of defense was equivalent to treating them differently, which was also not what they wanted. Especially when they met the Creevey brothers at the end of the class at noon, the 'Harry Potter Fan Club' seemed to have added new members. Colin's younger brother Daniel Creevey was more appealing than his brother. One of the evidences was that he had brought a group of freshmen from all four colleges.

So the three of them fled.

They ran to the hall in one breath, finished lunch before others arrived, and then left in a hurry.

In the afternoon Care of Magical Creatures class, Hagrid used the excuse that the blasting-tailed skrewts had grown to three feet and needed to maintain a certain amount of exercise, so he asked each student to walk with a blasting-tailed skrewt. These blasting-tailed skrewts were no longer the fleshy, shellless, colorless bugs in the incubator, but had grown a thick, gray-white armor-like hard shell, and were incredibly strong.

If you only glanced at them occasionally and ignored the exaggerated size of the blasting-tailed skrewts, you would think that these little wizards were walking a puppy. But the truth was that they were like helpless duckweed in the wind, or a small boat in a black lake in a rainstorm, being dragged forward by the blasting-tailed skrewts - every time a cluster of sparks sprayed from their tails, these blasting-tailed skrewts would suddenly move forward six or seven feet, pulling the little wizards holding the ropes behind them all over the place. Lavender Brown was dragged to the ground, screaming horribly and struggling to stand up.

Hagrid took this opportunity to express his concerns to Harry, Ron and Hermione.

Harry and the other two thanked Hagrid for freeing them from Malfoy's ruthless ridicule, because Ron's face was about to turn the color of a roasted blasting-tailed skrewt - Seamus once complained that if Hagrid continued to let them take care of the blasting-tailed skrewts, he would not be able to help but read the Exploding Curse to them.

This sentence aroused the common hatred of the little wizards in Gryffindor, and they all started a heated discussion. Dean introduced the fried scorpions and steamed crabs he had eaten. No matter which cooking method, he could help. Even Harry got involved and argued with them for a long time whether the skrewts would turn red after being cooked.

"You don't look very well. Are you worried about the dragon?" Hagrid asked at the time.

Ron's face cooled down rapidly. His face, which was originally red due to anger, had turned into the color of the skrewt's shell, which was a pale gray. At the same time, his calves could not help but tremble. After a few weeks, the word "dragon" had successfully surpassed spiders and became his new fear switch.

Seeing Ron's expression, Hagrid didn't say anything else, but patted his shoulder. Ron sat on the ground with a plop.

"Oh - sorry! But you can't do this. At least exercise your body so that you can run faster..."

This is the reason why Harry and the others were not interested in Hagrid's consolation. It was completely counterproductive!

...

On the spiral staircase, Harry and his friends tried to slow down their pace as much as possible. The fireworks that the Weasley twins used to celebrate last night had not been used up yet. According to their habit, they would definitely make up for it today. Perhaps they were just waiting for them to push open the door.

When they walked up one step, two Ravenclaw girls came down from the front. They looked at them, turned around and walked back.

Hermione sighed deeply.

"Didn't Cedric and the others say they would help us explain?" Harry asked in confusion.

"It's only been a day. It won't be so fast." Hermione said, "They are angry."

"Let's take a break here." Harry said uninterested. He sat on the steps and saw that the portraits on both sides of the stairs were staring at them intently. He suddenly burst into anger: "Do you want to see it? Come closer so you can see it more clearly!"

The old wizard with a walrus beard in the portrait rolled his eyes at him and left with a grumble.

"Harry..."

"I'm fine, just a little uncomfortable." Harry took two deep breaths and said. Sirius had just comforted him in the morning, and the chat with Mr. Scamander in the evening also made him forget his troubles temporarily, but now all these things came back.

"If Malfoy plans to give me a nickname like Blast-Ended Skrewt or Scarhead, I will definitely teach him a lesson." Harry said with a clenched fist.

Hermione's originally solemn face smiled, and then they all quieted down, thinking about their own thoughts.

"Harry, what do you think the clock in my house looks like now? Will it point to 'Deadly Danger'?" Ron asked suddenly.

Harry hesitated for a moment, "Probably not." He knew what Ron was talking about. There was a magical wall clock in the Burrow, which did not show any specific time, but what each family member was doing. At twelve o'clock on the regular clock, it was marked "Deadly Danger".

"I haven't told my family that I was chosen as a warrior." Ron said, he glanced at Hermione, "You haven't told me either?"

Hermione shook her head.

"I hope to delay it as long as possible. Although Professor Hepple said that the warriors can have their families come to watch the game, I refused." She said.

"I can't hide," Ron said with a bitter face: "Ginny writes to her family every week, and Fred and George write about once every one or two months, unless they get into trouble. And Percy and Charlie, they work in the Ministry of Magic, they will know sooner or later..."

"Maybe one day when I wake up, I will see them rush into the dormitory and carry me away, or send me a red howler letter by owl."

"We have to do something." Harry stood up and said.

Ron and Hermione looked up at him.

Hermione hesitated and said, "You mean classroom seven? But according to the professor's plan, we will follow Mr. Scamander's memory to learn about dragons in the next few days, and then determine everyone's style and formulate a competition strategy at the weekend. Other schools should have similar practices. All the students of Ilvermorny are on leave today."

"We can't always rely on others, Ron, what do you say?" Harry looked at Ron.

Ron licked his lips and said slowly, "I think what Hermione said makes sense. We don't know anything yet. Those magics are useless against dragons..."

"How can it be useless!" Harry shouted loudly, attracting the attention of the portraits again, but he said regardless: "Remember the professor's black floating door? Remember why we were chosen? Have you all forgotten?"

He stared into Hermione's eyes. Hermione compromised first. He looked at Ron again, and Ron swallowed hard.

A few minutes later.

Felix Hepp's memory folded his arms, leaned against the wall, and looked at them casually.

"So, you plan to try out the power of dragons in advance?"

"Yes." Harry dragged Ron and Hermione and said.

Felix Hepp's memory stretched his head to one side, as if listening to someone in the air. The three looked around and found nothing. Under their expectant gazes, Memory spread his hands and said, "Some people disagree. But... I think it's very interesting..."

The dark old wall he was leaning against gradually collapsed, and the dragons lowered their heads, with a large pool of saliva dripping in front of the three people.

"Do you need me to count down for you? Three - two -"

"Run!" Harry shouted.