"Disgusting!" Lavender complained again. "It's disgusting, Hagrid. What are those sharp things on it?"
"Ah, those are their thorns."
She quickly pulled her hand back.
Hagrid looked excited. "I guess the ones with thorns are males, and the females have sucker-like things on their bellies. I think they probably suck blood."
The students quickly withdrew their hands.
Draco quipped, "Oh... I see why we've been trying to keep them alive. They can burn people, sting people, and bite people. Who wouldn't want a pet like that?"
Vincent pulled his hand back in.
"Hey, catch!"
Draco instinctively reached out and caught the Blast-Ended Skrewt tossed to him.
"Shit!"
The Blast-Ended Skrewt, thrown into the air, spewed back with a "pop".
Draco fled in terror, yelling, "Damn it! Wayne, why did you throw this thing at me?!"
Vincent picked up another Blast-Ended Skrewt. "Didn't you say everyone would want a pet like this? Looks like you're an exception."
When Draco saw that he was about to throw it at him again, he quickly crouched down and hid behind the wooden box, only showing half of his head.
"Wayne! It's class time, don't cause trouble!"
"You still know you're in class?" Vincent put the Blast-Ended Skrewt back into the wooden box. "Your breath stinks; you definitely didn't brush your teeth today."
The students burst into laughter, and Hagrid's bushy beard stretched open, revealing his large mouth.
Draco's face turned bright red as he stammered, "You... you guys..."
Amidst laughter and cheers, the students found the Blast-Ended Skrewt much more appealing.
But there is always a psychological barrier to reaching out and touching it.
After class, everyone returned to the castle, chatting and laughing.
"What an eye-opening day!" James shook his head and patted Vincent on the shoulder. "I can't help but laugh when I think about Malfoy's face just now."
"Pfft—" Neville and Alfred both burst out laughing.
Vincent and Hermione couldn't help but chuckle.
Four years have passed, and the little golden retriever still hasn't learned its lesson; it probably has some special tendency.
James grinned mischievously, "Malfoy must be a masochist."
"Agreed!" Alfred grinned mischievously.
Neville paused, then asked, "What's a masochist?"
"I just like getting beaten up, I like being abused, the more I get beaten up and abused, the happier I am."
"Oh." Neville nodded. "Malfoy's tastes are really strange."
"Pfft—" Hermione quickly covered her mouth.
However, amidst James and Alfred's infectious laughter, she Vincent eventually joined in the laughter.
The group forgot all the unpleasantness of the day and returned to the Great Hall to happily enjoy lunch.
"Old Wen, do you think the Blast-Ended Skrewt will become as rampant as the Acromantula?"
"Sure, but only if Hagrid figurees out what they eat."
"Merlin bless him, and may he never understand."
After lunch, it's time to continue with class.
There was only one Divination in the afternoon, and neither Vincent nor Hermione had continued taking it this semester.
"If I'd known, I wouldn't have chosen this elective either." James looked at the two who didn't have classes with envy.
"I'd rather spend an extra hour with the Blast-Ended Skrewt than listen to that old swindler's lecture."
Alfred clicked his tongue. "Old Wen, you two are going on a date later, right?"
Hermione blushed and shook her head in denial, "Of course not, we have important things to do."
James asked with a mocking look, "What important business is it?"
"Build a car."
"Huh? Isn't there already one?"
Hermione exchanged a mysterious glance with Vincent, "You'll know once it's built."
James and Alfred understood immediately, and Neville quickly grasped the situation as well.
As roommates, the three of them knew that Vincent had always wanted to build his dream car.
The Bugatti Veyron is already cool enough; it's hard to imagine any design that could surpass it.
The group arrived at the Seventh Floor of the castle. James and his companions were going to the tower for Divination, Vincent and Hermione went to the tapestry depicting the Troll beating Barnabas the Barmy.
After walking back and forth three times, a door appeared on the wall.
Upon entering, you find a workshop filled with various alchemy equipment.
A blue-black Bugatti Veyron was parked on a huge mechanical platform, surrounded by several motionless miniature Magical Automaton.
"Let's get started!" Vincent tapped the Magical Communicator on his wrist, raising the workbench from the floor.
Hermione quietly sat down on the sofa and picked up a car magazine from the coffee table.
There's nothing she can do to help right now, so she can only try to brush up on her knowledge about cars as quickly as possible.
Compared to the various supercars with different designs in the magazine, she felt that the Bugatti Veyron was particularly unique, exuding an elegant temperament inside and out.
Vincent projected a 3D image of the W16 engine onto the workbench, zoomed in, and disassembled it completely.
Achieving flight is not difficult; simply add a hovering device.
But to achieve the speed of a fighter jet, the engine would need to be redesigned.
With his experience in Flying Boots, he quickly devised several solutions.
Thanks to the workbench that uses Magical Projection, these solutions can be initially verified without the need to build physical objects for testing.
Over the course of the afternoon, Hermione gained a general understanding of the design concepts behind commercially available sports cars, Vincent selected two different design schemes.
When it was time for dinner, the two of them came out of the Room of Requirement.
Even before we arrived at the Great Hall, we could hear a heated argument coming from inside.
"Potter! How dare you laugh at me!"
"Shut your stinking mouth, Malfoy! Harry was just talking to me about Divination, don't flatter yourself!"
"Potter! Keep your dog under control!"
"What did you say?"
Pushing open the Great Hall doors, I saw Harry clinging tightly to Ron's arm.
Draco, standing before them, sneered, "Potter, leash your dog. I don't want to get bitten for no reason."
His sarcastic remarks made Ron's eyes turn red instantly. "Damn it! Malfoy, how dare you call me a dog!"
As Ron was about to break free and pounce on him, Draco still wore a mocking expression. "You dog Weasley, am I wrong?"
Harry held Ron firmly, saying, "Calm down, don't fall for it, he's trying to trick you into doing something."
Draco scoffed. "When did you become a coward, Potter?"
Harry's face turned ashen. "No matter what, I'm still better than a spoiled brat like you."
Draco's face flushed red again. "How am I so ill-mannered!"
"Did your family teach you what respect is?" Harry pulled Ron back. "They don't know how to respect people, just like you. They always have a sour face, like they have a pile of dung in their mouths."
"Ha—" Draco sneered, "Potter! How dare you insult my family!"
"Then shut your fat mouth."
With a "bang," the spell grazed Harry's cheek.
Vincent, who was watching the drama unfold, glanced back at the Great Hall door that had been punched with a small hole.
If that hits your face...
He drew his wand, about to end the farce, when a figure rushed into the Great Hall.
"Kid, you won't get a second chance!"
A flash of white light, Draco, who was holding a magic wand, turned into a small white puppy.