As Professor McGonagall said, the fifth grade is the year of O.\nW.\nLs, and all students must be nervous.

The result of nervousness is that... the professor becomes harsh.

Professor Flevy, who was originally kind and kind, became like an old fairy in the Guling Pavilion;

The stern Professor McGonagall directly reached the state of menopause;

Professor Trelawney also took the initiative to explain the test she most despised in her daily life by being an old liar who is not a worldly scammer.

Only Professor Snape still has the same taste, tempering his yin and yang energy day after day.

The professors all started to be strict, so Hagrid naturally followed suit and began to lose points.

In fact, this cannot be blamed on Hagrid, but was led by other professors.

Professors clearly all have their own offices outside, so why do schools still set up public teaching and research departments?

It is to share experiences and impart experiences to teachers!

Of course, the teaching and research department is more often a place for teachers to intrigue and show off their students.

For example, when he won the Academy Cup in a row, Professor Snape wandered around the teaching and research room every day, holding the Quidditch trophy, and insisted that Flivie touched it.

When Ravenclaw dominated the screen, he would not go much.

The reason is simple: I don't want to see that dead short man Fleeve.

Similarly, the students from the four academies are arguing there, who is more like a warrior... Don't the professors argue?

Of course, they argued in the teaching and research department!

William is really the source of all evil. With his own strength, Hogwarts was broken into pieces.

Although the teaching and research department is full of gunpowder, there is no shortage of life experience that should be taught.

Although Hagrid has been in school for the longest time, like a nail household, in terms of his job, he is the young newbie who has been in office for more than a year.

It's about the same teaching experience as William.

William saw it more than once, and Professor McGonagall told Haeg to be stricter, especially in the year of the O.\nW.\nLs, don't laugh with them.

Therefore, Hagrid, who never deducted points from William and Qiu, also began to brave.

In just a while, he deducted points from several students. Everyone became honest.

The Hagrid man is brave, but the lessons he teaches are even more terrible than crazy-eyed men.

The magic taught by Moody has nothing to do with the exam, but it can help you at critical moments.

What Hager teaches is not only irrelevant to the exam, but it can be fatal at critical moments.

Those little cuties, who Hagrid calls "picky food" - the fried tail snail, have grown to an astonishing 1.5 meters.

Moreover, they like to kill each other, like raising a gu.

But Hagrid insisted that everyone cultivated the tail snails.

He proposed new ideas in this lesson:

The reason why the snails kill each other is because they have no place to release their extra energy.

To solve this problem, Hagrid proposes:

"Every student has to tie a snail with a rope and take it to disperse for a while."

"That's not a dog, Hagrid, it's a snail!" McLagan couldn't help but say.

"It's okay, they're not dangerous at all!" Hagrid waved his hand.

"Just tie the rope to the middle of the frying tail snail."

"Well-I'm afraid you need to wear your dragon leather gloves as an additional precaution."

Everyone went to get the rope immediately and prepared to tie the tail snails.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Hagrid said to Qiu with a serious face:

"So you're going to compete, Qiu. Participate in the championship and become a warrior of the school."

Qiu nodded. "Yes."

Under Hagrid's thick and chaotic eyebrows, the beetle-like black eyes looked very worried.

"You kids... don't know how dangerous that is,

Alas! I told Ron in the morning that he was still full of inattention and thought that no matter how dangerous it was, it could not be more dangerous than blowing the tail snails..."

In fact, Qiu also thinks so, and she also thinks that blowing the tail snails is more dangerous.

Not only is the 1.5 meters deep fried tail snails, not to mention the strength, they no longer look fleshy, but grow a thick layer of off-white armor.

From time to time, with a terrifying crackling sound, the tail of a tail snail exploded, pushing the tail snail to jump forward for several meters.

More than one classmate was pulled to the ground by it, struggling desperately to stand up.

This is not a blow-off tail snail, but a blow-off tail snail!

William's tail snail also became irritable, and his tail suddenly stabbed towards his hand.

William could not bear it. He shook his left hand and the silver sword swept away immediately, slashing directly on the tail of the snail, causing countless sparks.

Yo-roar! The shell on this little thing is really thick.

It can be sold to the fairies to make armor.

He discovered a purpose of frying tail snails.

William took a step back and a wide and thick sword appeared again in his right hand.

This is a weapon bought from the fairy. Although it is not as good as the Gryffindor Sword, the fairy's craftsmanship is exactly the same.

At least sharper than the alchemy sword given by Dumbledore.

William held a sword in his hands, and a dazzling light flashed out of the sword in his right hand, and stabbed directly downward from the waist of the blown tail snail.

The entire tail snail was nailed to the ground by him.

The fairy's weapons can absorb substances that can strengthen it. The Gryffindor's sword absorbs the poison of the snake monster and can destroy the Horcrux.

The sword in William's hand has not been hardened with poison, so the tail snail was not dead.

Surprisingly, when he pulled out the sword, the snail seemed a little scared and became completely honest.

I won't stab you,

I don’t know how powerful the uncle is!

Are you cheap or not!

Under the awe-inspiring eyes of everyone, William waved his wand and turned the stone on the ground into a skateboard with a transformation.

He pulled two more ropes and tied them to the skateboard.

William stood on top, and every time the tail of the snail exploded, the skateboard dragged forward three or four meters.

So, Hagrid's tail-fried snail became a brand new means of transportation, like a fire-breathing engine.

Coach, I want to learn this!

All the students looked at their own snails with a hot look.

...

...

A group of Boothbaton students, sitting in a huge room for class.

The floor-to-ceiling window was just enough to see William stabbing into the abdomen of the snail with a sword.

"Cool! Have you seen it?" a girl shouted. "So handsome!"

"Look, let's see, I've told you a long time ago that Stark is the most handsome wizard, you don't believe it yet! You're so crazy now!"

It was clearly in class, and a group of witches were screaming.

"It's just the same, I'm with me." A seventeen-year-old male student said sourly.

"I'm interested in that sword, and I don't know where to buy one."

"Come on, you can't afford it, Isaac!" The female student smiled at the beginning.

"My vault happens to have one. It is a weapon made by a fairy. It doesn't have 50,000 or 60,000 gallons, and it can't be bought!"

50,000 or 60,000... Isaac took a breath of air conditioning, it was so fucking rich.

But when I think of newspaper reports, Stark made five million in betting on football in the World Cup... 50,000 or 60,000 is not just a sprinkling of water.

"Rose, aren't you friends with Stark? Can you invite him to our carriage?" another witch asked hurriedly.

"He saved me." Rose smiled bitterly, "I'm not a friend yet..."

"That's enough!" said another female student.

"Rose, you invite him here in the name of thanking him! We sisters will thank you."
To be continued...