Wilderness survival is a very big topic.
Growth comes from danger.
The reason Dumbledore convened a meeting with all the staff was to determine how to make reasonable arrangements.
"I have connections in Romania," Kettleburn offered an exciting suggestion. "We can put the fire dragon in the Forbidden Forest!"
Hagrid was the first to raise his hand in agreement, saying, "I think one Norwegian Ridgeback and Welsh Green Dragon would be enough."
"Of course, I can take care of them."
Just as Snape, feeling a chill run down his spine, was about to speak, a drunken Trelawney suddenly slammed her hand on the table.
She stood up unsteadily. "That student's life is in danger!"
Even without her prompting, Dumbledore felt the suggestion was unreliable.
It's more efficient to let Aragog's descendants do whatever they want than to spend so much time and effort bringing over two fire dragons.
McGonagall pressed Trelawney back into her chair and then offered her advice.
"Those things on the fourth floor could actually be modified a little. As long as the disguise is perfect enough, the students won't notice."
Overall, there are no major problems, but it won't be easy to fool a few specific individuals.
Especially Vincent, who had been inside.
This time, Snape did not object; he even offered to set the traps himself and said that the Potions ingredients used would not need to be reimbursed.
Something unusual must be going on!
Dumbledore agreed, but he had no intention of letting the Troll into the Forbidden Forest.
"Easy!" Flitwick struck what he thought was a fierce pose. "I can infiltrate among the students and give them a good lesson!"
No one found him scary; some even thought he was quite cute.
Sprout barely suppressed a laugh. "Filius, you still have to lead the Ravenclaw students. Why not give the opportunity to someone else?"
By putting it so tactfully, Flitwick also gave up the idea of becoming a villain.
Hagrid raised his hand excitedly again, "I know there's a very famous green Giant among Muggle, and Vincent and his friends just happen to have green paint."
Snape recalled some unpleasant memories.
He once treated about a dozen green-skinned students and almost became one of them himself.
"As far as I know, some bad students often disguise themselves as these characters and sneak out of the dormitory."
For example, bats, and cats.
McGonagall turned her attention to Dumbledore.
"Severus, who do you think would be suitable?"
"I."
These bad students are quite capable; they actually managed to drive Snape to this point.
Retaliation is certain, and targeted attacks are also certain.
If given the chance, you could even scare Little Harry.
Killing three birds with one stone, perfect.
With such strong villainous traits, he is the only one present who can handle this task.
McGonagall also enthusiastically took on the task of leading the Slytherin students.
With her around, students from both colleges will definitely get along exceptionally well.
"My Third Eye tells me that—" Trelawney suddenly lowered her head.
"That student—"
Dumbledore and Snape instantly focused their attention.
It's been almost twelve years. Is it finally time to make the second real Prophecy?
Their expressions were a mixture of anticipation and fear.
After about half a minute of silence, Trelawney lowered her head even further.
"Call--"
She appears to be asleep.
McGonagall patted her shoulder. "Sybill, you still have two bottles of sherry left."
"Whoosh—whoosh—"
She was definitely asleep.
Dumbledore, relieved, did not waste any more of the professors' precious time.
"I hope you can keep this a secret from the students, otherwise all our efforts will be in vain."
Hagrid immediately patted his chest and guaranteed it.
Actually, the leak itself isn't a big deal; the key is that it shouldn't be known to the student who most needs to grow.
Students who returned to their dormitories after lunch noticed the new content on the bulletin board.
[Notify:
The Owl Court Club's field trip next week has been expanded to include all faculty and students after discussion among all staff and students.
The time and location remain the same, also next Saturday in the northern Forbidden Forest.
The tentative duration is two days and one night.
All students must follow the instructions of their respective deans. Students may choose not to participate in this activity if there are special circumstances.
March 26, 1992
—Hogwarts School Administration]
Vincent's first reaction after reading it was to fix his gaze on Harry was beaming with excitement.
My second reaction was to mentally curse Dumbledore's shamelessness.
Not only did they pick the peaches, but they even used him as an excuse.
What was supposed to be a happy outing might turn into a so-called "The Chosen One training plan 2.0".
Wow, that's amazing!
"Aren't you happy?" Neville was equally excited.
"Definitely!" Vincent recalled the days that had passed.
Almost every day, he would go to the Forbidden Forest to "reason" with Aragog's sons.
The result was encouraging; the little cuties were no longer daring to peek out.
If he had known about Deng's plans earlier, he wouldn't have started the first step of Alchemy, calcination, only the day before yesterday.
It's no wonder Nicolas Flamel taught the last step directly; it's just that for a subject that relies on proficiency, even the most talented person needs to practice for two or three years.
Like Vincent, Rolf also harbored a deep dislike for him.
"Cedric, do you believe that something terrible will happen on the school's field trip?"
"Uh—that can't be, right?"
He gave Cedric a detailed, word-by-word analysis with great care.
"Vincent is right, everyone's actions are always driven by a purpose." Rolf looked at the group of agitated Little Badger.
"There is no real danger, but the next two days and one night will definitely not be peaceful."
It does feel more reassuring to have professors present than to go on a student-organized field trip.
Marietta had originally not planned to participate, changed her mind.
It's the season of warm clothes and blooming flowers, so enjoy the scenery of the Forbidden Forest while having a picnic and camping trip.
Fantastic!
"I heard there aren't many flowers in the Forbidden Forest," Qiu said, timely pouring cold water on her best friend's hopes.
Marietta pouted. "And who told you that? Wayne?"
"Yes, he also said that the most interesting thing about the Forbidden Forest is the magical creatures."
The only lesson humanity has learned from history is that it has learned nothing from it.
Despite her defiance, Marietta continued to dream.
Equally anticipated is Blaise Zabini, the big spender who boasted he'd book all the Slytherin student tents.
It has an interior that can accommodate four people, is fireproof, waterproof, dustproof, and has a mosquito-repelling function.
"No problem at all. I even had my mom order a whole house full of pastries. Those stupid lions will be drooling with envy!"
He's really rich.
Draco felt that doing so might attract some bastard to rob him outright.
He even thought of the dialogue:
"Hey kid, your tent's nice! Why don't I come in and take a look?"
After being brutally beaten, he had no choice but to live in a dilapidated tent at the school.
This won't do!
As the young master of the Malfoy family, he was not short of money at all.
We must prepare several more, just in case.