An Accident in Care of Magical Creatures Class

Based on his Magic Circuit and his own thoughts on Runes, Wizet shared his general ideas with Bathsheda Babbling.

"Hmm..." Bathsheda Babbling stared at the Magic Circuit, a thoughtful expression on her face. "A very interesting idea... Where did you get this from?"

"I saw this amazing pattern in a secondhand bookstore when I was traveling in Sweden," Wizet said.

"I haven't been exposed to magic for long, but I found this pattern very interesting... and magical, so I memorized it."

"Until today, under your guidance, I have begun to truly understand Runes and have vaguely sensed that there must be some similarities between them."

The Magic Circuit he drew was not only simple, but also slightly different from the Magic Circuit he had observed and those that Luna had modified.

The reason for doing this is naturally because of the secret of the "Magic Eye";

He had already encountered many powerful wizards, and naturally understood that there were always people more powerful than him and mountains beyond mountains.

There will certainly be other wizards who will be able to observe these Magic Circuit or similar patterns in some way;

Therefore, he combined some actual events to explain his reasons in this way, both to protect himself and to protect Bathsheda Babbling.

"Sweden! No wonder!" Bathsheda Babbling nodded. "Sweden ...after all, it's the birthplace of Runes ..."

"Secondhand bookstores are indeed interesting places. If you're lucky enough, you can find a lot of interesting books. I sometimes go there to browse."

"Besides translating Runes, many wizards also enjoy studying Runes themselves... I have friends in Sweden who can help you ask around."

Wizet quickly thanked him, "Professor Babbling, thank you so much!"

"It's not a big deal," Bathsheda Babbling waved his hand. "But there's one thing you should be aware of: they might only send you the rubbings, without any translation."

"Of course, no problem!" Wizet. "I've taken an Ancient Runes class, and translation is something I should learn and master."

"That would be perfect!" Bathsheda Babbling exclaimed. "When you finish the translation, or if you encounter any difficulties during the translation process, you can come to my office to find me."

"Professor Babbling, thank you for your help!" Wizet replied.

When the bell rang, Bathsheda Babbling watched all the students leave the classroom before letting out a long sigh of relief.

Besides Wizet's performance, Hermione's classroom behavior also left a deep impression on her.

Although she dozed off at the beginning, Hermione still showed the necessary focus when the lesson officially started.

Even when translating Runes, Hermione did not slack off at all. Although she did not have the amazing speed of Wizet to translate a whole sentence, she did complete half of the translation.

"As the first lesson for third-grade students, it was quite successful!" Bathsheda Babbling said to himself.

She stood up and paced lightly around the classroom, waiting for the students to start the next class.

"Could you please straighten your arm a little more? And move it away from me a little? Otherwise, my ribs are killing me!"

Draco Malfoy lay in Hagrid's arms, giving instructions in a lazy voice.

"Uh... like this?" Hagrid quickly stretched out his arm as Draco had instructed.

After getting away from the unkempt beard, Draco snorted with satisfaction, "That's it, my arm can bend a little more... Yes! I feel a little better, at least it doesn't hurt as much as before."

He had to admit that Hagrid's embrace was actually quite comfortable, and even now, on the path through the Forbidden Forest, he didn't feel much of a bump.

Hagrid's thick beard was a bit annoying, making him itchy and wanting to laugh.

"He did it on purpose! He wasn't injured at all!" Harry said angrily. "I'm the Seeker, I saw everything he did!"

"So, when Buckbeak landed, he didn't grab Buckbeak's neck, which is why he fell to the ground, and he actually said that Buckbeak stepped on his foot?"

Hearing Harry's voice, Draco didn't bother arguing with him. He even felt his eyelids twitching, so he yawned and drifted off to sleep.

Wizet's voice rang out, "Hagrid, what's wrong with him? Is he having trouble in class?"

Hagrid replied, "It went very well! Your and Luna's advice was excellent! They were all applauding me... This is the third time I've received so much applause..."

"It was during the students' test flight, when Buckbeak landed with Malfoy, that Malfoy said he got stepped on... You know, Buckbeak's claws are very sharp."

"When I introduced the Hippogriff, I made that point clear to the students... When I examined Malfoy, I found that there wasn't a single drop of blood on him."

"So you're worried and want to go to the Hospital Wing for another checkup?" Wizet asked.

Hagrid frantically guessed, "Yes! He keeps crying out in pain, maybe he's injured inside?"

"Once, when I was driving away Troll in the Forbidden Forest, I was so angry that I punched the Troll a lot, and a few days later I saw its corpse."

"Firenze, who came to examine it, told me that the Troll's body was completely rotten inside, like a lump of paste, so I'm worried about Malfoy..."

Wizet was even involved in this class?

Hagrid turned the Troll into mush?

Hagrid can actually defeat a Troll with his bare hands?

Draco felt a chill run down his spine upon hearing these words. He felt that the embrace was no longer warm at all, but rather like an unsealed coffin, filled with the threat of death.

"I want to get down! Put me down right now!" He twisted his body hurriedly, his voice filled with panic.

"What's wrong? Are you hurting somewhere again?" Hagrid stopped quickly and asked with concern. "Is it a rib? We're almost at the Hospital Wing!"

"I'm not feeling unwell anymore! I'm not feeling unwell anymore!" Draco struggled to jump out of Hagrid's arms.

Turning my head to look at the ground, I realized that there was still some distance between us and the ground.

He quickly realized that he had overlooked Hagrid's size, and that it would be a challenging task to jump to the ground in his current position without looking disheveled.

He could only say helplessly, "You... you should put me down!"

Wizet comforted him, "Hagrid, just put him down! He should really be alright now."

"Okay..." Hagrid squatted down with a worried look on his face, raised one arm slightly, and successfully slid Draco to the ground.

"See! I'm perfectly fine!" Draco took several steps forward, as if to prove something...