It rained all night.

When Ron said goodnight to Harry, hesitantly added: "Professor Moody is really old, Harry, you should not torment him too much."

Under the influence of his father, he had a pretty good impression of Moody.

Harry agreed reluctantly.

By the next day, the rain finally stopped.

Most of the young wizards at Hogwarts had dark circles under their eyes. The news of the Triwizard Tournament kept them awake the whole night. Even after a night of settling down, the topic on their lips was still the Triwizard Tournament.

Fred and George counted their scores on their fingers.

They tried every possible way to come up with a resume that would convince Professor McGonagall. They had to become the first group of young wizards under the age of seventeen to get the Dean's permission to participate in the Triwizard Tournament.

Ron was also eager to make some moves.

Both Harry and Hermione encouraged him to go, saying that as a fourth-year Gryffindor and the third-best student, he should be braver.

He thought about it and started discussing it with his two brothers.

After breakfast, the busy fourth grade officially began.

Their first class was an herbal medicine class.

Professor Sprout thoughtfully prepared a magical plant called "Babotuber" for the young wizards who were entering puberty. It was ugly, twisted like a slug, and had a pungent smell, but as Hermione raised her hand to answer questions, it quickly became popular with most of the young wizards.

Its concentrated water can be mixed to make a medicine for eradicating acne.

All adolescent wizards have this problem.

Hermione also has this problem. She used the time converter for a whole year last year and will continue this year. The pressure from study and life is great, and all of these are reflected on her face. Although there are not many, there are always small pimples that pop up.

Even the heartless Ron was not spared.

Only Harry.

There were no acne on his face, not even dark circles under his eyes.

Everyone was very envious. Not only was she so good at magic, but even her skin was so good. It was so sour. The little witches were almost twisted with jealousy.

After the herbal medicine class.

The little wizards walked on the muddy ground towards Hagrid's Hut at the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Two consecutive Care of Magical Creatures classes.

Hagrid was mysterious and took out a very strange and disgusting creature.

They were like lobsters without their shells, wriggling in the box, their bodies covered with grayish-white mucus, their limbs uneven as if they had been forcibly inserted, and they did not even have the symmetrical beauty that a living creature should have. Their bodies were filled with the fishy smell of rotten seafood, stacked together, densely packed, and from time to time they would raise their tails, creating a few sparks, and then suddenly leap forward in a big step.

Hermione turned pale, grabbed Harry's arm, and took several steps back.

She was quite courageous and these creatures were not very dangerous, she just felt disgusted.

"Harry." Ron retched and took several steps back. "What kind of creature is this? I don't think I've seen it in a book."

"I haven't seen it either." Hermione nodded and leaned over to take another look. There were layers upon layers of densely packed things, and the sound of them snapping made her pull her head back immediately. "It doesn't seem to be recorded in the book."

Hagrid's face flushed and he raised his right hand high: "I am very happy to announce to you in the first class the result of my entire summer vacation, a brand new creature."

"Is there any little wizard who can tell what kind of creatures their parents came from?"

Hermione had an idea but didn't want to raise her hand.

The other little wizards frowned and spoke out a series of guesses.

What about mantis shrimp, lobster, maggots...

Hagrid was disappointed, and had some close answers, but none of them were correct.

"Harry, do you have any ideas?" Hagrid looked expectantly at the little wizard who always saved him.

Harry was silent for a while, then slowly said, "It should be part of the bloodline of the fire crab."

Hagrid nodded excitedly. "Aha. I knew you would be able to see it, Harry. You've always been so good. Yes, it does have some fire crab bloodline."

"What else?"

The young wizards were stunned.

This shrimp or maggot-like thing actually has the bloodline of a fire crab?

"Salamander? Or fire ash snake?" Harry was silent for a while and then listed several types of magical creatures.

Hagrid shook his head. "Salamanders can't produce such excellent creatures."

"I've been trying to figure out how to stop the Fire Ash Snake from growing so explosively, but Mr. Newt and I haven't figured out a solution yet."

Harry thought for a while, and the names of many magical creatures flashed through his mind, but none of them seemed to be related to this creature. He finally shook his head: "Sorry, Professor Hagrid, I can't think of it."

Hagrid sighed, "Well, after all, you are only fourth-year wizards. We can't ask for too much. It's already excellent to be able to see one of them."

"Five points to Gryffindor!"

Hager paused, then grabbed one from the box, still letting it twist in his hand. "I named this creature the Exploding-Tailed Skrewt. It's a new creature I bred during the summer vacation using a manticore and fifty fire crabs."

The little wizards were stunned.

Harry was terribly surprised.

etc……

How was this organism cultivated?

Not to mention the size difference between the man-headed sphinx and the fire crab, just the number, one versus fifty...

Oh, that's too bad.

Many young wizards frowned and moved further away from the box.

"Although I bred it, it is a new creature after all. It is full of unknown and fascinating things." Hagrid was immersed in his own world. He even smacked and kissed the little creature, making Ron almost vomit his breakfast.

Hagrid continued, saying that with a year's experience, he was now more like a qualified professor.

“So for the first class, we’re going to try to understand their recipes.”

"Are you a vegetarian or a carnivore? Do you eat fresh food or scavenged food?"

"I have prepared a lot of ingredients for you. Of course, you can also try to collect some at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, but remember, no one is allowed to enter the Forbidden Forest, including Harry. You are also not allowed to sneak into the Forbidden Forest without my permission."

The young wizards agreed reluctantly.

Although "Babo Tuber" is almost as disgusting as this thing, they can tolerate it because it can treat acne.

A Slytherin raised his hand: "Professor, what is this thing good for?"

Hagrid was stunned. "What for?"

"What is the function of this creature? Can it be like a dragon?" Slytherin asked sarcastically, "Or can it be like a unicorn?"

Hagrid shrank his head. "That's for the next section!"

"Professor, you didn't know that, did you?" Slytherin said loudly, with even more sarcasm in his tone.

The little snakes laughed.

Malfoy stood aside like an outsider, his face pale. Unlike previous years, he didn't smile, just watched coldly.

"This is a new creature." Harry said slowly, "To be able to create a new creature, and the offspring of two dangerous creatures, the Manticore and the Fire Crab, is a great achievement in itself."

"If Professor Hagrid doesn't teach you, you won't be able to figure it out even if you have a lifetime."

At this point, Harry paused: "Sorry, it's not impossible."

"You can give birth to a kit that looks like a Blast-Ended Skrewt? Don't purebloods always give birth to weird things?"

Ron poked Harry on the back and lowered his voice: "Harry, my family is also pure-blood."

"Your family is a group of pure-blood traitors," Harry responded, "unlike those noble pure-bloods."

Ron immediately puffed out his chest, proud and proud.

Yes, the Weasley family is known as the "pure-blood traitors".

"Potter!" The Slytherin narrowed his eyes.

Hermione reminded Hagrid: "Professor Hagrid, someone has provoked you and disrupted the normal teaching order."

Hagrid reacted and frowned, "Oh, thank you Hermione, five points from Slytherin!"

"Thank you Mr. Potter for your contribution to maintaining classroom order. Two points for Gryffindor."

The Slytherin gritted his teeth and glared at Harry fiercely.

Classroom order is restored.

Although everyone realized what a remarkable creature the Blast-Ended Skrewt was after Harry's reminder - they still despised it. Not only did it look "disgusting", but as a creature with both "parents" being very ferocious, the Blast-Ended Skrewt was also a very aggressive creature.

They sting and carry some mild toxins - it's a sign of Hagrid's growth that he at least knows to prepare a batch of antidotes in advance.

Although the tail only occasionally splashes out some sparks, the temperature is unexpectedly high.

There are also some exploding-tailed snails that have suction cups on their bellies. Once they touch the skin, they will stick tightly like leeches and then start sucking blood.

For this reason, Hagrid had to reluctantly kill a group of little blast-tailed skrewt babies to save the students.

Busy until noon.

All the students returned to the hall with a foul smell. Students from other grades of Gryffindor avoided the group of fourth years and were full of despair about the upcoming Care of Magical Creatures class.

It felt a little better in the afternoon.

The ancient runes class began to become interesting. The professor began to show them the effects of different words and magic reactions, and they could also begin to try to use the magical ancient runes.

After this class, it was Professor Trelawney's divination class.

She began teaching astrology.

Although in the eyes of many people, Professor Trelawney has been labeled as "occasionally brilliant, but mostly a liar", it does not affect her solid foundation in astrology, and her classes have become lively.

Until Thursday.

The fourth-year wizards of Gryffindor finally had their first Defense Against the Dark Arts class of this semester.

Thursday noon, when they finished lunch and rushed to the classroom.

Unlike the relaxed and cheerful environment in Professor Lupin's class, the entire classroom was filled with an extremely depressing atmosphere.