RNP Chapter 251 The Bowtruckle Named Zaun
Chapter 251 The Bowtruckle Named Zaun
Chapter 251 The Bowtruckle Named Zaun
Early the next morning, William came to the auditorium.
He didn't go back to the dormitory yesterday, and slept all night in the big bed room of the Room of Requirement.
Luna's words still affected him to a certain extent, although she was probably joking on purpose.
Not long after, Professor Flitwick came and threw a large pile of timetables to William to distribute when the third-year students arrived.
William is stacking all the timetables together and putting them on the table.
Soon, Hermione also came, she was alone, she got up early as usual, and was going to review her textbooks for a while.
Sitting at the Ravenclaw table, she described what had happened last night.
It turned out that after Harry and Ron went back, they were regarded as heroes by the Gryffindor students, and they were a little complacent.
"They're still celebrating there, what a glorious thing they think." Hermione exclaimed angrily, "If I tell you, I wouldn't be surprised if Harry and Ron got fired!"
"Okay, don't be angry." William brought Hermione a summerberry panini.
After Hermione took it, she shared more than half of it with William, and added two fried eggs, one for each person.
William took a bite, shook his head and said, "Isn't that what Gryffindor is? They just didn't realize the seriousness of the problem."
"So... this is wrong, they should reflect deeply!"
When Hermione said this, she looked exactly like Professor McGonagall.
Many students have secretly called Hermione "Little Greg" in private... Sure enough, there are only wrong names and no wrong nicknames.
Without raising his head, William leaned on the table to write something, and said, "Don't quarrel with Harry Ron, they won't listen to you, and it will affect the friendship, do you hear me?"
Hermione snorted softly.
William looked up and laughed angrily, "Don't play sloppy with me!"
With an infinite smile on Hermione's brows and eyes, she wrinkled her small and delicate nose, and said softly, "Got it!"
"I know what you're thinking, that those two should be punished...they will be punished."
"What punishment?"
"Substraining, cleaning toilets, wiping trophies, going to the Forbidden Forest... Filch has a lot of disgusting methods.
Mrs Weasley would send Ron a Howler letter too. "
Mrs. Weasley sent Howler letters to the twins because they were unwilling to send a map of Hogwarts where they were located.
How could Ron escape? !
"By the way, where's Anne? You didn't call her in the morning?"
"Gryffindor first grade has no class in the morning, so I didn't call her, and I won't let her sleep in next time."
Hermione said, taking her herbology textbook from the ring.
William hummed and continued to write with his head down.
"What are you writing?" Hermione leaned her little head lightly on William's arm, looking curiously.
"I'm writing to Diagon Alley, ordering a batch of food."
"Snacks for bobo tea?"
"No, it's these three little guys."
William opened the pocket, revealing three tree men.
"Wow, it's a Bowtruckle! I saw it in the book Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them." Hermione shrieked excitedly. "Where did you get it?"
"The Whomping Willow."
Hermione reached out her hand quickly, but the Bowtruckles hid away in fear. They stretched out their slender hands, swinging slightly, and climbed lightly onto William's shoulders.
"They're a little shy."
William lightly held Hermione's right hand, and under his patient persuasion, a Bowtruckle ran tremblingly along the arm and onto Hermione's arm.
William gave Hermione a little more potion to feed to the Bowtruckle.
Bowtruckles like to eat wood turtles or fairy eggs best, and feeding them with potions is a luxury, so he needs to buy some dried wood turtles from Diagon Alley.
Bowtruckles are also useful for finding valuable trees and opening locks that cannot be opened by magic.
Their long and sharp fingers are born to be good at picking doors and locks, and they are a perfect match for the stealing Niuxiu!
It is useful for William to keep the Bowtruckle. The secret passage discovered before still has many rooms that cannot be opened.
He was going to take the time to take a look.
William threw another silver ring to Hermione.
"I made the space of the ring much larger. You can plant the devil's net in it, and the Bowtruckle will live on the vines of the devil's net. Just feed it woodcutters regularly."
Grandpa Newt's box has been infinitely expanded by the Untrace Stretch Curse, and it is more than enough to keep a few fire dragons in it.
How did Hagrid sing that song?
Falling in love with a dragon,
But there is no grassland in my home,
It makes me feel hopeless,
Miss Long...
But for wizards who know the Untraceable Stretching Curse, this is not a problem!
"Is the other Bowtruckle for Annie?" asked Hermione.
William nodded.
"Did you name it?"
"Well, my Bowtruckle is called Zaun, you two can name it yourselves."
William is looking forward to this Bowtruckle, which can inherit the tradition of the Zaun people and be gentle and easy-going to other wizards.
Hermione raised a smiling face and twitched her fingers, her treant stretched out its slender claws, lingering in her hand.
The girl had a great time.
Soon, Cedric came.
He looked extra excited, walking with a gust of wind.
"What's the matter?" William asked, "So happy."
"Didn't the Whomping Willow get hit by a car?" Cedric sat down next to William.
"Are you so happy?"
"No, Professor Sprout needs treatment for the Whomping Willow. I applied for her, and let us help."
Cedric smiled smugly, and he planned to ask for some more broken branches while he was being treated.
As Professor Sprout's favorite student, Cedric still has this privilege.
"William may not be able to go," said Hermione, holding a Bowtruckle.
"why?"
"Because he has a lot of classes these two days." Hermione raised her chin, pointing to the top one of the stack of timetables.
"The school has scheduled ten classes for him a day, not enough time." Hermione pointed to the timetable.
Cedric also picked up the timetable.
"This morning... nine o'clock, Divination, nine o'clock, Muggle Studies, and Arithmancy... William, why are you taking three subjects at the same time?"
"I will choose to take classes, such as Muggle studies, I will not go, just take the final exam." William explained.
"Can you still do this?"
"Of course."
If he didn't have to go to class, he would skip Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class right now.
Anyway, I have learned it in the time loop, and it is still a one-on-one tutoring.
Although William took so many courses, he didn't take many of them. He only took the exams and got all the certificates in the fifth grade.
Xueba is so willful.
Hermione was thoughtful, she seemed to be able to do the same next year, after all, William helped her preview a lot of lessons during the summer vacation.
For example, Transfiguration, she is progressing very fast now.
She can continue to let William teach her when there are not many second-grade classes.
Hey~
Hermione was all smiles.
"William, I really don't recommend you to take the old liar's divination class. Professor Victor's arithmetic divination is more interesting." Cedric threw a piece of bread into his mouth.
"It's okay, I will go to Professor Victor's class in the next class." William explained.
Although arithmetic divination also carries the word divination, it is more rigorous and logical.
The curse breakers recruited by Gringotts required wizards to have learned arithmetic and divination, otherwise they would not be able to break the curse in the Egyptian pyramids.
At this moment, there was a deafening roar from the Gryffindor table.
"...stolen the car...see how I will deal with you...you have never thought about how your father and I felt when we found out that the car was gone..."
"...Because you drove out without permission, your father will be inspected by the Ministry of Magic. It's all your fault! If you don't obey me again, we will bring you back immediately and send you to a Muggle boarding school!"
The yelling finally stopped, and Ron blushed, with veins popping out of his forehead, and argued loudly, "We weren't seen by the Muggles... seen!... would that count as a breach of the Statute of Secrecy?"
A series of incomprehensible words, such as ""Reasonable Restraining of Underage Wizards Act", ""International Confederation of Magicians Secrecy Act"" and so on.
It caused everyone to laugh: the auditorium was full of joyful air.
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(Please recommend tickets, everyone)
(End of this chapter)