Even when the Blast-Ended Skrewt grew to over three feet long, even Hagrid couldn't tell where their heads and eyes were.
Maybe they don't have heads or eyes, otherwise they wouldn't be running around like crazy.
"Crack—" The Blast-Ended Skrewt that Vincent had picked up with his bare hands suddenly exploded.
Fortunately, he was prepared and quickly and efficiently tied it securely with a rope.
But this was just the beginning. The Blast-Ended Skrewt kept exploding as soon as they were placed on the ground, as if they were on drugs and in a state of high excitement.
Vincent pulled hard on the rope, watching it bounce around with a rather speechless expression.
He was certain that as soon as he let go, this quaint little thing would disappear without a trace, like it was on nitrous oxide.
"Sigh—" he sighed, turning to look at Hermione and the Delacour sisters.
Hermione was putting a rope on a smaller Blast-Ended Skrewt, while Gabrielle curiously peered at a larger one, and Phoebe slowly stretched out her little hand.
Just as Vincent was about to warn the Delacour sisters about the explosion, the Blast-Ended Skrewt in front of them became eerily quiet.
"Click-click—" Their Blast-Ended Skrewt were turning their bodies, as if trying to express something.
Phoebe stretched out her small hand again and carefully touched the spikes on the carapace.
The Blast-Ended Skrewt stopped spinning, its haphazardly extended legs curled up together, remaining motionless as she gently stroked it.
Vincent quickly rubbed his eyes, and after confirming that this was not a hallucination, he hurriedly pulled hard on the rope in his hand.
This scene was so unusual that he almost let a giant Blast-Ended Skrewt escape.
Gabrielle stretched out her little hand like her sister Phoebe, while her Blast-Ended Skrewt curled up its legs and let her stroke it.
"A generous gift—" James, who was nearby, hurriedly covered his mouth.
These grumpy little creatures have actually been tamed?
Soon, the surrounding students noticed the situation.
Hagrid came running over excitedly.
"Phoebe, Gabrielle, how did you manage that?"
"Hmm—" The Delacour sisters shook their heads simultaneously after a moment's thought.
"Alright." Hagrid wasn't disappointed; instead, he became even more excited and reached out his large hand towards the Blast-Ended Skrewt in front of Phoebe.
"Crackling sound" Before his hand even got close, the previously motionless Blast-Ended Skrewt suddenly exploded, spraying straight to the edge of the box.
Ignoring his burned hand, Hagrid grabbed it.
This is the first time this has happened after raising it for so long.
After examining it carefully for a few moments, he put the Blast-Ended Skrewt back in the box, his beetle-like eyes full of expectation and hope. "Phoebe, can you touch it again? I want to know why."
Phoebe also wanted to know why, so she nodded to Hagrid, "Of course, Professor Hagrid."
As she reached out her little hand closer, the Blast-Ended Skrewt fell silent once again.
Since they have no head or eyes, they shouldn't be able to tell who is who.
However, reality is often illogical. As soon as Phoebe's fingertips touched the carapace, it curled up its legs and remained motionless.
"Wow—" Hagrid exclaimed, his beetle-like eyes Winky.
He rubbed his hands together a little shyly, "Could... could you please pick it up?"
This time, Phoebe did not refuse his request and carefully picked up the Blast-Ended Skrewt with both hands.
It didn't struggle; it was as if it were asleep.
Hagrid looked at the Blast-Ended Skrewt, then at Phoebe, scratching his head in distress.
"Now I'm pretty sure they trust you a lot, but I just don't understand where that trust comes from."
Gabrielle then picked up the Blast-Ended Skrewt like her sister, a scene that made Hagrid even more distressed.
Could it be... because the Delacour sisters were France?
Phoebe held the Blast-Ended Skrewt up to her face. "Professor Hagrid, could it be because of our bloodline?"
"Bloodline?" Hagrid slapped his forehead. "Yes! That must be it!"
The Blast-Ended Skrewt is a descendant of Manticore and Fire Crab, while the Delacour sisters are descendants of Veela and a wizard.
Giant are strictly speaking close relatives of humans, therefore, Half-blood Giant cannot be considered as interspecies combinations.
Therefore, the Delacour sisters' natural affinity for the Blast-Ended Skrewt can be explained.
This answer thrilled Hagrid, and his bright eyes sparkled with a unique brilliance.
Oh no, Vincent and Hermione can already imagine him breeding a bunch of weird, Half-blood creatures.
"Ahem— Professor Hagrid."
Hagrid turned to look at Hermione.
She whispered in his ear, "Cultivating Blast-Ended Skrewt is a serious violation of the 'Prohibition of Animal Breeding Experiments' Act passed by the Ministry of Magic in 1965. If you have any other ideas, you might be..."
Hagrid knew what she hadn't said: what good could come of repeated serious violations of the law? She would definitely be put on the Ministry of Magic's list of dangerous individuals.
Forget about becoming a professor at Hogwarts; he might even end up in Azkaban.
Hermione was completely relieved to see that he realized the seriousness of the situation.
Next came the walk, and the students finally experienced what true despair was.
Seamus's Blast-Ended Skrewt exploded almost as soon as it hit the ground, and the powerful force pulled him down.
He tried desperately to stand up, but then the second wave of explosions came.
"Save--"
"Crack!"
His figure disappeared into the dust, heading straight towards Black Lake.
Hagrid, disregarding his image, hurriedly chased after him.
Seamus's experience served as a warning to everyone, but there were always some who refused to believe it.
Draco tied the Blast-Ended Skrewt tightly with a rope and dragged it along the ground.
Unfortunately, the rope was of poor quality and broke after rubbing against the ground for about a hundred meters.
The Blast-Ended Skrewt was freed, and with a burst of speed, it leaped high toward Draco.
"Fuck!"
His buttocks made intimate contact with the sharp spikes of the shell, and the pain brought tears to his eyes.
"Crackling sound—" The jet acceleration is back.
Draco endured the pain and ran forward desperately, with the Blast-Ended Skrewt chasing after him.
Taking a walk together? Don't be ridiculous, someone's going to die.
Hagrid had just rescued Seamus and now he had to rescue Draco, so busy that his carefully styled hair was back to its original messy state.
Vincent calmly observed the minor commotion in the classroom. "Let's go for a walk too."
His Blast-Ended Skrewt is no longer as excited as it was at the beginning, but it still explodes occasionally.
Hermione's rope was smaller, so holding onto it tightly wasn't a problem.
The Delacour sisters, however, remained docile after descending to the ground, and were the only two Blast-Ended Skrewt that walked on their feet.
As for the remaining students, they each had their own despair, but most of them were being dragged forward.