Quirrell had a pet lizard. It was not some prized breed, just an ordinary green iguana that could even be bought in a Muggle pet shop, but he had been raising it ever since he enrolled.
No one had expected the first user of the newly made rare antidote to be it.
"Its tail was bitten. Why didn't it shed its tail?" Tuplin asked.
"Not all lizards can shed their tails," Kettleburn said, helping Quirrell's lizard bind its wound with a magical bandage.
After dressing the wound, Kettleburn set it on the ground and let it adjust on its own.
"There are so many Doxies this year. Why are there so many?" Quirrell asked.
Kettleburn shook his head.
In fact, it was not only Doxies. There were also especially many fairies that year. But to investigate the cause, they first had to clear out the Acromantulas in the Forbidden Forest.
Before they knew it, Tonks and the others had reached the age for internships. By coincidence, the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures at the Ministry of Magic had focused its work on the Forbidden Forest that year, making it their main workplace.
"Come on, let's go take a look too."
Pomona heard the students behind her say this.
Their delighted expressions made her deeply suspicious. From what she knew of this group of students, they were either getting into trouble or on their way to get into trouble.
"You go," Kettleburn said, stroking his artificial leg. "I'll let it get some sun."
Pomona glanced at Quirrell. He seemed more concerned about his lizard, so she followed them alone.
Before long, she followed them to the vegetable garden beside the Forbidden Forest. Charlie and Bill were both there.
"Hurry up and take it out!" a student said