Herbology ended soon, but the students were still eager for more. They wished the class could last another couple of hours.
If Professor Sprout had only said the word, they would have squeezed every last Bubotuber!
Help yourself to whatever you could take—who wouldn't love that?
After Herbology came Hagrid's Care of Magical Creatures class, which the Gryffindors would be taking with the Slytherins again.
As Harley and Hermione crossed the lawn together, an inexplicable sense of foreboding suddenly came over them.
The closer they got to Hagrid's Hut, the stronger Harley's foreboding became.
Harley could faintly smell something burning, a little like the smell of a Fire Crab shooting flames in self-defense, though not quite.
Hagrid was standing outside his wooden hut, holding Fang, his enormous hunting dog, on a leash.
Several open wooden crates lay at Hagrid's feet. Harley clearly heard faint explosions and strange clattering sounds coming from inside them.
"Morning, Harley! Hermione!" Hagrid called loudly.
"Come and see my new little darlings!"
As he spoke, he glanced down at the crates, his eyes filled with rapture.
"Ah, these adorable little things! Look how delicate and cute they are! Much cuter than Fang."
Usually, whenever Hagrid said that, Fang would howl in protest and try to size up whichever Fantastic Beast Hagrid had praised.
Even if the creature being praised was a Hippogriff, Fang would usually take advantage of Hagrid being there and bark at it a little.
But today, Fang was acting completely out of character. He desperately tried to get away from the crates and didn't react at all to Hagrid's words.
Something was wrong!
Following the principle that there was usually something fishy when things were out of the ordinary, Harley cautiously leaned forward to take a look at the adorable little darlings Hagrid