The theme of this Care of Magical Creatures class is salamanders.
On the teaching ground next to the Forbidden Forest, a bonfire made of piles of firewood and leaves was burning, and small bright red lizards were crawling around in the fire.
Professor Kettleburn asked each group to gather around a bonfire and gave them a few small glass bottles.
“Salamanders are small lizards that live in flames. They usually feed on flames. As long as the flames are not extinguished, they will continue to live.”
Professor Kettleburn introduced the magical animal salamander to everyone.
“However, if the salamanders that leave the flames are fed with peppers regularly, they can live up to six hours.”
Scott and the others squatted by the fire.
“Is it sick?” Fred took a stick and gently poked a salamander lying motionless in the fire.
At this time, Professor Kettleburn clapped his hands to attract everyone’s attention.
“Salamander blood has strong healing and recovery functions, and can also be used to make a variety of potions, the most famous of which is enhancer.” He said loudly.
He picked up a glass bottle, “Today’s class, we have to learn how to take blood from these little guys. This will be the material you will use in your potions class!”
“Why do we have to work for the old bat in the Care of Magical Creatures class!” George complained to Scott and the others very unhappy.
“Everyone come here.” Professor Kettleburn squatted next to a bonfire, “Watch my demonstration carefully! I must make sure that it will not cause serious harm.”
Although Professor Kettleburn only had one arm left, it did not seem to affect his movements. He was obviously very skilled in taking blood.
After watching the professor’s demonstration, Scott and the others also took action, imitating his movements to extract the blood from the salamander and put it into the glass bottle.
Scott noticed that George and Fred exchanged a few glances, and then sighed in a pretentious manner.
“Oh, these little guys are so pitiful.”
“We must save them.”
When the class was over, they took advantage of Professor Kettleburn’s inattention and secretly hid a salamander in their pockets.
On the way back to the castle, Scott asked the twins, “Where are you two going to keep this poor salamander? It can only live for six hours at most without fire.”
Fred patted his pocket lightly and said proudly, “Of course we will take good care of this little guy!”
George continued, “We will keep it in the fireplace in the common room and feed it with good Filipino fireworks!”
“Fireworks?” Roger said with a smile, “I hope you won’t burn the Gryffindor common room clean.”
“Of course! We are experienced troublemakers!” Fred raised his head proudly.
George also raised his head synchronously, “We will not stop making mistakes, but we will never make big mistakes!”
After lunch, Scott came to the empty classroom on the third floor alone.
He sat at the old desk in front of the window, propped up his head with his hands and looked out the window.
Not long after, the sound of flapping wings was heard, and a black raven flew in from the window.
It flew to the old desk and put down the film in its claws.
After a morning, there were already a lot of negatives for him to check.
Scott checked the film and took out a few new rolls for the raven to deliver.
Then he closed the curtains, picked up the film and walked aside, and began to develop the film with the prepared tools.
In order to make it easier for himself, he prepared the most convenient black and white film.
On the film soaked in the developer, as the image slowly emerged, Scott began to carefully identify it.
An hour later, he walked out of the empty classroom.
The film shot in the morning did not have the image he wanted, but he also accidentally captured interesting pictures.
Dumbledore stayed in that corridor for a short time.
Only one film accurately captured his back standing in the corridor looking at the “Shocked Body”.
Only one.
After seeing this film, Scott suddenly felt that the three-minute interval seemed a bit too long.
If Ginny, who was controlled by Tom Riddle, could quickly destroy the message, then the camera would most likely miss that picture.
Thinking of this, he came to the corridor again.
He had seen from the picture on the film just now that Filch had been sitting in a chair almost all morning, staring at the passing students with suspicious eyes.
He seemed to have not given up the idea of finding the murderer.
Scott walked past him without stopping, and checked the integrity of the message, ignoring Filch’s staring eyes.
He did not stop at this place, but climbed up the stairs to the fourth floor.
He quickly came to the window in the same position on the fourth floor, quickly stretched out his hand holding the wand from the window, and changed the instructions of the two puppets in the air, changing the frequency of pressing the shutter to once a minute.
Although this consumed a lot of film, fortunately he prepared enough to be safe.
He felt that he could estimate the time and let the raven replenish it on time.
On the way back to Ravenclaw Tower, Scott was stopped by the “savior” who came up to him when he passed the central courtyard.
“Hello, Trollope.”
This “boy who survived a disaster” was still shy in front of Scott.
“Can I talk to you?” he asked.
“Yes, Potter.”
Scott nodded.
“This way.”
The boy took Scott to the flower bed at the corner of the courtyard, where his two little friends were waiting.
Scott took the initiative to say hello, “Hello, Weasley and Granger.”
“Hello, Trollope.”
Granger eagerly began to speak without waiting for Weasley to speak.
“Do you remember last time? You said that the sound Harry heard was the eight-eyed spider, but according to the book “Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them”, the eight-eyed spider could not petrify Filch’s cat.”
Just as Scott was about to speak, the girl continued to speak very fast.
“Did you see it last night? The cat looked like it was dead. Dumbledore examined the cat and said that it was the result of extremely advanced dark magic.”
After Scott confirmed that the girl had finished speaking, he began to answer slowly, “Sorry, the eight-eyed spider is just my guess, Miss Granger. Because there are not many magical animals that can speak English. Now it seems that I guessed wrong. ?”
He turned to look at Potter.
“Potter, so you got there first yesterday because you heard that strange noise again?”
“Yes.” Potter’s expression was very helpless, “I came out of the basement where Nearly Headless Nick held a dinner party and ran to the third floor chasing the voice.”
“But Hermione and I didn’t hear anything!” Weasley said with an exaggerated expression.
Scott nodded and asked again: “So have you ever explained this matter to Dumbledore?”
Potter shook his head and said with some embarrassment: “I didn’t tell him.”
He glanced at Weasley again and explained, “Ron told me that it’s often not a good thing in the wizarding world to hear voices that others can’t hear.”
Scott smiled. He didn’t expect these three little wizards to come to him.
Is it because he bumped into Potter hearing strange noises, so it doesn’t matter?
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