I'm a priest at Hogwarts

Chapter 205 Freshly baked fried-tailed snails
Ron looked at Hermione in embarrassment, didn't speak, just looked at her.

"I'll ask Hannah for a little later. She's asked for a lot. I don't think it's a big problem to share with you." Hermione said hurriedly, panicked by his staring.

"I knew you were the best." Ron got his wish and smiled happily.

Across the lawn, Hagrid's hut was just around the corner.Now he stood outside the cabin door, one hand on the collar of his huge hound Fang.

On the ground beside his feet, there were a few open wooden boxes, Yaya screamed, and struggled to grab the collar, as if he wanted to examine the contents of the boxes carefully.

When Orlando and the others approached, a strange "cracking" sound reached his ears, and there were occasional faint explosions.

"Good morning!" said Hagrid, smiling at Orlando, Harry, Ron, and Hermione, "better wait for the Slytherins, they won't want to miss this - my latest bred Fried-tailed snails."

"Can I open it and have a look?" Orlando Artistic was bold, and he asked curiously.

"Okay, but don't touch them, they're kind of, uh, grumpy," said Hagrid, opening the box.

Orlando took a closer look, and although he was prepared, he was still taken aback.Fuck, this smell is too bad, it's like a biochemical weapon!He quickly held his breath, and pulled Hermione behind him. The students who surrounded him were stunned unprepared, and some of them vomited out on the spot.

"It's disgusting," Lavender Brown screamed, jumping back a few steps.

The word "disgusting" just summed up Orlando's impression of this kind of fried-tailed snails. He hurriedly pulled Hermione back a few steps, and then pulled out his wand to create a gust of wind to blow away the smell far away.

These snails looked like deformed and shelled lobsters. They were gray and slimy, and they looked terrible, with many legs sticking out in all directions, and it was impossible to see where the heads were.

There were about a hundred of them in each box, each about six inches long, and they crawled on top of each other, bumping dazedly against the walls of the box.

They also had a very strong smell of rotten fish and rotten shrimp.Every now and then a few sparks would shoot off the tail of a snail, and with a soft pop the snail would be propelled forward a few inches.

Hagrid didn't seem to be able to smell these smells, or he was used to it long ago. He waved his big hands and said proudly, "You can raise them yourself when they are just hatched, and we can start a big project."

"Why do we raise them?" A cold voice came from behind, and Orlando knew who they were without guessing.

The Slytherins arrived, and it was Draco Malfoy who had just spoken.His two followers, Crabbe and Goyle, giggled and applauded his words.

Hagrid seemed stumped by the question.

"I mean, what can they do?" Malfoy asked. "What are they for?"

Hagrid opened his mouth, as if desperately thinking.After pausing for a few seconds, he said gruffly, "That's for the next lesson, Malfoy. You just feed them today. Well, you're going to try feeding them a few different things— —I haven’t raised them before, and I’m not sure what they like to eat—I prepared ant eggs, frog livers, and green snakes—try a little of each to see if they eat it.”

Malfoy still wanted to say something sarcastic, but Orlando coughed at the right time, "This is Malfoy in class, watch your words."

Speaking of which, Orlando took the initiative to grab a handful of emerald green snakes and throw them into the box.With his demonstration, other students stepped forward to try to feed these snails.

"First it was the pus of Babo's tuber, and now it's this." Seamus muttered, imitating Orlando, twisting a small snake and throwing it into it.

Harry and Ron followed, holding their noses, and it was entirely out of deep affection for Hagrid that they grabbed a handful of greasy frog livers and put them in a box to lure snails.Harry couldn't help but suspect that the whole thing was pointless, since the snails didn't seem to have mouths at all.

"Ouch." About 10 minutes later, Dean Thomas screamed. "It hurts me."

Hagrid hurried to his side, looking a little flustered.

"Its tail exploded," said Dean angrily, showing Hagrid a burn on his hand.

"Ah, yes, that's what can happen when they blow up," said Hagrid, nodding his head, unaware of the seriousness of the matter.

"Hagrid, you should ask the students to wear dragonhide gloves." Hermione added from the side.

"Yes, that's it. Everyone put on dragon leather gloves, so they won't be hurt by the blast." Hagrid said loudly.

After Orlando fed it once, he stopped trying. After all, he was just curious, not really interested.You must know that in the wizarding world, the group of wizards likes to create some weird creatures to reflect the power of their magic and gain the respect of the world.It is precisely because of this unrestrained creation that there are such evil creatures as dementors, and they finally devour humans.

"It's disgusting." Lavender Brown complained again, "Grumpy smells bad, Hagrid, what's that pointy thing on it?"

"Ah, some of them have thorns on their bodies, you have to wear dragon leather gloves, otherwise don't stick your hands in." Hagrid said excitedly, "I guess those thorny ones are males...the females have suction cups on their bellies. things... I think they probably suck blood."

Lavender quickly retracted her hands from the side of the box, even though she obediently put on dragon leather gloves, she didn't want to touch these smelly snails.

"Oh, of course I understand why we have to find a way to keep them alive." Seeing more than one student complaining, Malfoy began to look good again, and he said sarcastically: "It can burn people, it can sting people, and it can also burn people." Biting, who wouldn't want such a pet?"

Wearing dragon leather gloves, Hermione grabbed a handful of greasy frog liver and threw it in, resisting the stench, and then retreated to Orlando's side. Although she didn't like these pets raised by Hagrid, but out of loyalty to her friends, After hearing this, she still stood up and refuted.

"Just because they don't look good doesn't mean they're useless. Dragon's blood has magical properties, but would you like to keep a dragon as a pet, huh?"

Malfoy subconsciously wanted to choke back, but he looked at Orlando beside her, and swallowed the words. After all, he had suffered too many times, so he still had a memory.

Harry and Ron sniggered over their mouths, happy when Malfoy slapped them.

Hagrid also smirked at Hermione from behind his shaggy beard.

Hagrid's greatest wish was to keep a pet dragon, which Harry, Ron and Orlando knew all too well - after all, when they were in first grade, Hagrid had a dragon, although only for a short period of time, so It was a fierce Norwegian Ridgeback named Norber.Orlando was very impressed. After all, Orlando had done a lot to send it away.

"I don't understand why Hagrid likes these vicious animals. How cute are they?" An hour later, on their way back to the castle for lunch, Ron complained, rubbing his cheeks, his face still a little bruised Black, injured by snails.

"Fortunately, at least these snails are still very small." Orlando said happily.

"They're tiny now?" said Hermione in an exasperated voice, "but once Hagrid figured out what they eat, I guess they'll be six feet long in no time."

"We should persuade Hagrid." Harry was a little worried. He remembered some things Hagrid had done before. "Last year, Orlando almost fought the Ministry of Magic because of Buckbeak."

"Who says it's not." Hermione suddenly became worried, "Don't meddle in Orlando this time. You finally won the nomination of the Wizengamot youth representative, so you can't let it go away."

(End of this chapter)