Harry waved his wand.

The giant snake turned back into a dead tree and lay back down, with the snake bone powder flying back into the hat.

"Those things were not prepared to be carried as burdens," Harry continued patiently. "It was very handsome to see you deal with them with spells."

“But there’s more than just this one battle to think about.”

"This is the forbidden forest. It's very dangerous. Maybe other creatures will come after the Acromantula."

"So you have to conserve your energy to deal with possible follow-up attacks."

They both nodded obediently.

"If it can be solved easily, then use the easiest method." Harry turned two pieces of parchment into knives, one of which flew to Ron's hand, "Always remember what you brought with you."

Ron caught the dagger: "Harry, this is..."

"After the eight-eyed spider dies, the venom will dry up quickly." Harry walked to the corpse of a giant spider, took out a pair of dragon leather gloves from the Sorting Hat and put them on, then took out an empty glass bottle.

He continued.

"Take precautions and be careful, their venom is very strong."

"Pay attention to my movements. Cut open the head from the top and find the poison sac."

"Be careful, don't touch it, stab it from the bottom and catch the venom."

The dark purple liquid flows out in a shallow layer, spreading flat on the bottom of the glass bottle.

"I asked you to take the potion bottle and the dragon-skin gloves." Harry turned to look at Ron, "Now go quickly. Be careful or slow."

"If you're poisoned, I have an antidote here."

Ron hesitated. Although he had overcome his fear of spiders, his long-standing prejudice still gave him goose bumps when he saw these things. "Harry, can I not touch this?"

"The price of Acromantula venom is one hundred Galleons a pint." Hermione said this in a sad tone.

Ron was startled and coughed twice. He took out his dragon-skin gloves and walked towards the nearest giant spider corpse. He said righteously and confidently, "I think I still need to overcome my fear of spiders."

“It’s a great opportunity to exercise.”

He carefully and clumsily took the first portion of venom, and when he was about to walk towards the second corpse, he paused and looked back at Harry: "Harry, these venoms..."

"It's your and Hermione's spoils," Harry replied simply. "Since I helped you drive away the spider swarm in the end, I'll take one-tenth of what I dealt with, and the rest you can split equally."

Ron held his breath, feeling a little dazed as if his head was hit by a gold Galleon.

Divide the rest in half.

Even if you only collect one pint, it will be fifty Galleons, and it seems as if there is a crisp and pleasant sound of money colliding in your ears.

He has more power and is getting faster.

After more than an hour, the bodies on the ground were cleaned up.

"Why is there only this much?" Ron was a little disappointed as he looked at the two bottles of venom, which together were far less than a pint.

Harry shook his head. "That can't be helped. If you can, catch a live Acromantula to produce poison. Just one Acromantula can produce about a pint of poison."

Ron's eyes lit up, and the corpses of the eight-eyed giant spiders on the ground seemed to become cuter.

Harry waved his wand and another glass bottle flew out, accurately taking away one-tenth of the venom. The remaining two bottles were divided in half and flew into the hands of Hermione and Ron.

"This should sell for twenty Galleons, right?" Ron held the bottle carefully, thought for a moment, walked over to Harry, and stuffed it into the Sorting Hat.

The Sorting Hat sighed. For some reason, it had gradually become accustomed to this treatment.

"It should be more than twenty. Use a measuring cup to measure it when we get back." Harry nodded and looked at him. "Sell it to me?"

Ron hesitated, and after Hermione stuffed the venom into the Sorting Hat, he gritted his teeth and stomped his foot: "No, I'll give it to you. Anyway, I don't have Potions class..."

"It's not a good habit to take someone else's spoils." Harry shook his head and interrupted him, "Not to mention it's your first time. It's worth a good price."

Ron spread his hands: "Then it's 50% off!"

As he said this, he looked distressed and said, "Don't refuse. The things you taught me are far more valuable than venom."

Harry smiled and nodded.

They stayed in the Forbidden Forest until dusk and had a picnic at noon. Several innocent rabbits suffered. They never expected that Harry could get cumin, chili and salt from the Sorting Hat.

Wait until you get out of the forbidden forest.

Ron and Hermione had not had time to summarize today's trip to the Forbidden Forest.

Met Hagrid head on.

"Harry?"

"And Ron and Hermione?"

Hagrid shouted in surprise. He was dragging a Thestral back to his yard to discuss with it and let it bring its herd to his next class for fifth-year wizards.

"Hagrid, are you..." Ron frowned, "Wrestling with the air?"

"Is it the Thestrals?" Hermione remembered this invisible creature very clearly.

Hagrid nodded. "Very clever, Hermione. If it were in class I would definitely give you extra points, so why would you..."

Ron interrupted him, took out an unfinished roasted rabbit leg from his pocket and handed it to him: "We roasted this ourselves, it tastes pretty good, do you want to try it?"

Hagrid took it, threw it into his mouth, and chewed it up with the bones. "It's really good, so why did you..."

"Are we going to study Thestrals in the next class?" Hermione interrupted him again and asked enthusiastically, "Isn't this creature something that many young wizards can see?"

Hagrid shook his head, "No, it's to teach the fifth years. There are other ways to observe this creature."

"Did you know?"

"In fact, creatures like the Thestrals..."

Harry spoke quickly, and before he could stop talking and get into the teaching mode, he said, "Hagrid, we have to go back to the castle for dinner now."

Hagrid nodded woodenly, "Oh, oh, all right, I'll see you in class on Monday then."

The three young wizards waved to him politely: "Goodbye."

Hagrid turned around and continued to wrestle with the Thestrals. Suddenly he remembered what he had not been able to say just now, and turned his head quickly: "Hey, Harry, I forgot to ask you just now, why did you..."

Harry raised his hand and pointed: "Hagrid, be careful, the Thestrals are spreading their wings!"

Hagrid panicked and turned his head back, pressing its head down: "My dear little darling, don't be so naughty."

"Don't worry, I will prepare feed for you."

After he quickly suppressed Ye Qi again, he turned around.

The three little wizards have disappeared.

Hagrid sighed.

Gryffindor is becoming more and more lawless.

It's only the third grade, and you're going to the Forbidden Forest.

They arrived just in time for dinner, and Ron wolfed down two lamb chops, six Swedish meatballs with gravy and a bowl of cream soup, and a piece of white bread.

He patted his belly comfortably and said, "I am so happy to have a full meal every day."

"There are happier things." Harry put down his fork and smiled at Ron.

Ron was startled and tilted his head back: "Could there be more papers?"

"You're really smart." Harry nodded. "We saw more than a dozen magical creatures and dark magic creatures in the Forbidden Forest today, and you also experienced several battles."

"A ten-inch paper that combines combat experience, wilderness survival, and biological responses."

"Leave it to me tomorrow."

This time, this length.

Ron wailed, "No, Harry, you're just...just..."

He struggled, hardened his heart, and gritted his teeth: "It's simply a mixture of Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape!"

He has a mouth that's as good as Professor Snape's, and can assign a workload that's comparable to Professor McGonagall's.

"You are definitely the next Head of Gryffindor."

“There is no humanity!”

"Just one day, ten inches to write."

Harry paused and reminded him: "You need to use standard font size and line spacing. Don't deliberately write too large or leave too wide a line spacing just to make it longer."

Ron stopped wailing, his heart was dead, and he covered his face: "Thank God, Harry, you blocked my last way out."

"Harry is doing this for our own good." Hermione corrected him seriously, "If it weren't for him, that evil bird would have killed both of us today."

The evil bird is not a very dangerous magical creature, its cry can just make people lose their minds.

but……

It just so happened that under the tree where the evil bird lived, there was a clump of devil vines. If it weren't for Harry, both of them would have lost their minds and were strangled to death by the devil vines.

The evil bird was something that should have been learned in the first grade, and Quirrell read it verbatim.

Devil's vine is also taught in the first grade.

These two outstanding little wizards in the third grade almost failed because of the first grade content.

It made Hermione very nervous.

"I know, I know." Ron raised his hand and saluted. "I'm just complaining. I will conscientiously complete the homework assigned by Professor Porter."

Hermione snorted.

Ron sighed.

They returned to the dormitory and began to prepare their homework. Several thick books were piled in front of them, and they were flipping through them from time to time, which made the other little wizards in the lounge a little uncomfortable.

They could understand why Hermione did this.

But Ron...

What's wrong with this kid? Wasn't he always very decadent on weekends? Why did he start to behave like this? Did he turn on that switch after becoming the third in the class?

Many third-grade wizards hesitantly put away toys such as Chocolate Frog Cards and Wizard Chess, and picked up books to read seriously or pretend to read.

Harry measured the venom, a total of 5.2 fluid ounces, and after taking the discount into account, he placed thirteen gold Galleons next to Ron.

This immediately inspired Ron, and he wrote very quickly.

The Weasley brothers noticed this keenly and quietly slid over to Harry. Fred lowered his voice and said, "Hey, Harry, I noticed that you seemed to be measuring the venom of the Acromantula just now?"

Harry nodded: "Do you want it?"

George shook his head: "No, no, no, we don't have that much money. Did you go to the Forbidden Forest during the day?"

Harry nodded again.

"I heard from little Ronnie that you seem to have a detailed map of the Forbidden Forest." Fred lowered his voice, "How about we make a deal?"