The Injured Crumple-Horned Snorkack

In the light, the notebook seemed to come alive, and like a winding snake, it crawled onto Wizet's wrist.

When the light faded, a Silver Bracelet appeared on her wrist.

Wizet examined the bracelet repeatedly. The surface of the bracelet was Phoenix Relief, and the slightly dull silver texture was very antique, giving it a unique and extraordinary feel.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, this is..."

"You can try flipping your wrist and saying 'open' to it."

Wizet did as she was told, and in the blink of an eye, the Silver Bracelet transformed back into a notebook, lying quietly in her palm.

"That's amazing!" Wizet exclaimed in amazement. "Headmaster Dumbledore, is this also a Transfiguration?"

Dumbledore smiled and waved his hand. "Besides Transfiguration, it also involves some basic Alchemy techniques... This is also the result of our research when we were young."

He pointed to the notebook and continued, "I also recorded the method for making this bracelet in my notes."

"I see it!" Wizet exclaimed in surprise, noticing a newly added line of text.

The strokes in this section are much heavier, creating a stark contrast to the previous flowing and unrestrained handwriting.

"I guess...you'll be very interested, won't you?" Dumbledore asked with a smile. "I've written everything down, from the initial form to the final form. You can study it slowly as supplementary reading."

As the new week began, Hogwarts entered winter overnight.

Not only did the weather turn cold, but heavy snow also followed.

The gray, misty mountains surrounding the school were stained a desolate white by ice and snow.

When the sunlight shines on them, the snow-covered peaks are no longer desolate, but become as warm and smooth as Hetian jade.

The lake next to the castle is covered with a thick layer of ice, which is as hard and transparent as tempered glass, reflecting a fantastic underwater world.

The discussion about the Troll has not ended, especially after the students learned that Wizet had been sent to the Hospital Wing by Professor McGonagall, and the discussion is showing signs of intensifying.

In their view, this was the normal course of events; otherwise, they would find it hard to believe that a first-year student could defeat Troll.

Perhaps Harry will be the one to accomplish the "feat" of defeating the Troll, in any case, it won't cause any discussion.

After all, Harry's title is not only "the Boy Who Lived," but he is also seen by many as a "The Chosen One."

A the Chosen One defeated Voldemort at the age of one, defeating a Troll is a perfectly reasonable thing to do.

Many curious students would even follow Wizet to the library.

They neither spoke nor looked at their books, but just stared intently at Wizet until Wizet felt uneasy, yet they showed no sign of giving up.

Feeling frustrated by the interruption, Wizet had no choice but to find other places to study.

The Ravenclaw Common Room Common Room actually a great place, but unfortunately, other Ravenclaw think so too, which often results in it being overcrowded.

The dormitory is also suitable for studying, but he occasionally needs to practice some magic, so he can't stay there too often to avoid being too conspicuous.

Fred and George's secret base was well hidden, but it was a bit cramped, and when they experimented with their Prank Item, all sorts of accidents would happen.

After much thought, Wizet found a good place to stay— Hagrid's Hut.

The fireplace in the cabin was burning with firewood, making the room very warm. After getting to know Fang, it would lie down in front of Wizet and ask him to scratch its belly.

Although Hagrid looks incredibly rugged, he enjoys making little gadgets.

He would sit alone in a chair, using a small knife to carve wood and make Wooden Flute.

In Wizet's view, it was no less difficult for a Giant over three meters tall to carve a Wooden Flute with a knife than to thread a needle and do embroidery; it was an extraordinary talent.

"It should be fine in a few more days. They shouldn't be following you around spying on you anymore," Hagrid reassured him as he whittled wood. "After all, the Quidditch Match is about to start!"

"I heard from Harry and the others that you're Ravenclaw's Chaser, that's amazing! Once Quidditch starts, they should be able to focus their attention on the game..."

Wizet nodded in agreement. "I think so too. The Troll stuff is really only new these past few days."

Arsenal have already informed him of the schedule, with Gryffindor playing Slytherin in mid-November;

There is another match before the Christmas holidays, between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff.

Hagrid put down his knife, rubbed his hands together expectantly, and said, "Would you like some tea? And some of my Rock Cakes! They're piping hot, almost ready!"

Wizet waved his hand gently, "I'll just have some tea. I had a big lunch."

Hagrid possesses an exceptional talent for cooking, capable of bringing out the best in certain qualities of food.

Take Rock Cakes, for example. In terms of the "rock" aspect, Hagrid has taken it to the extreme. The biscuits he bakes are so hard that they are comparable to real rocks.

Just as Hagrid got up to boil water, a soft "pop" sound came from the room.

A plump bird, about the size of a rooster, with fluffy feathers, appeared in front of the fireplace.

The bird's feathers were brightly colored, and near its wing was a shocking wound from which a little blood mixed with green liquid seeped out.

This is a Magical creature similar to the dodo bird.

Or to put it another way, the Crumple-Horned Snorkack is the dodo of this world, and according to Muggle records, the Crumple-Horned Snorkack is extinct.

Only wizards in the magical world know that the Crumple-Horned Snorkack did not become extinct; they were simply annoyed by the harassment from Muggle and thus all hid in the magical world.

As Magical creature, the Crumple-Horned Snorkack possesses remarkable magical abilities—it can suddenly disappear and then reappear in another place.

This ability is similar to the wizard's Apparition and Disapparition, but it is much quieter and is not subject to the limitations of ordinary Anti-Apparition Charm.

"Barry! What happened to you?" Hagrid hurriedly put down the kettle, spilling water into the fireplace and sending up puffs of steam.

He quickly scooped the Crumple-Horned Snorkack into his arms and placed it on the table for a careful examination.

"You're injured... and there's poison in you... It seems you'll have to rest and recuperate here for a few days."

As he spoke, he walked to the wall, took down a Unicorn Hair bandage, and prepared to bandage the Crumple-Horned Snorkack.

Seeing this, Wizet stood up and said, "Hagrid, can I try it? If the magic works, we won't need this bandage..."

Hagrid's eyes widened. "You learned Healing magic so quickly?"

Wizet nodded slightly. "I've learned a little bit."

"Since you're so kind, why don't you give it a try?" Hagrid nodded and Crumple-Horned Snorkack to Wizet.