Basilisk Meat Is Easy to Overindulge In / The Firing Spell Has to Be Self-Taught

"This girl..." Harry shook his head helplessly at the sight, feeling that Luna Lovegood was the real owner here, and he was just a servant.

Harry intended for all his creature companions to try the whole snake feast prepared by this Basilisk.

Not only the two cats, but he also set aside a portion of food for Hedwig and the Kelpie that lived in the Black Lake.

Harry did a lot of research before finally confirming that the Basilisk's flesh and blood were not poisonous and could be eaten even by ordinary animals.

However, Harry himself had no intention of trying it, nor did he intend to share it with anyone else.

This Basilisk has been lurking in the sewers of Hogwarts for a thousand years. Who knows what kind of stuff has accumulated inside it? Human digestion and immunity are very different from those of animals. Even if it were fully cooked, eating it could still make you sick.

"Well, they should be almost finished eating by now, right?" After returning to his suitcase, Harry found that the previous snake feast was nearing its end.

"Everyone ate very well... Also, the spider hatched."

Luna Lovegood pointed to a bucket not far away. Harry rushed over and saw that the eggs of the Acromantula had indeed cracked open, and the newborn spiderlings were drinking the Basilisk's blood voraciously.

"Hey, you got a good deal." Harry took a scrap of the Basilisk's flesh and used his wand to feed it to the little spider.

"Squeak~" The newborn Acromantula obviously couldn't speak human language, and didn't even understand the meaning of gratitude. Its cry was purely an instinctive reaction after being satisfied.

However, Harry has plenty of time to train it. This little spider is the one Harry intends to use to replace Aragog in managing the spider colony, and he will definitely train it to be completely obedient in the future.

"Roar!!"

However, just as Harry began to clean up the mess at the dinner party, Norberta, who had been resting with his eyes closed after eating and drinking his fill, suddenly let out an excited roar!

"Norberta?!"

Harry turned around and saw that the female Dragon was already charging towards him, its head bobbing!

Chapter 193 The flesh and blood of the Basilisk are easy to replenish.

Rumble!

The floor inside the suitcase was trembling. Suddenly, Norberta staggered forward as if he were drunk, belching incoherently and sending sparks flying with each burp.

"What's wrong now? Norberta, calm down and stop right now!" Harry frowned and scolded, while simultaneously splashing several water balloons at Norberta's face, hoping to bring him back to his senses.

However, the rampaging Dragon showed no signs of calming down and remained single-mindedly focused on closing in on Harry.

It's different from the last time it awakened its possessiveness; at least that time, its only thorn in its side was Zouwu, and it still possessed some rationality.

But right now, Norberta seems completely deaf to reason. Even when Zouwu and the Unicorn are blocking its way, it still charges forward recklessly.

However, it didn't seem to regard the Zouwu and the Unicorn as enemies; it was simply focused on breaking through the blockade.

"It probably just wants to get close to you." At that moment, Luna Lovegood's words suddenly woke her up.

"Zouwu, Uni, get out of the way and let it come over!"

Luna Lovegood is right. Norberta's target is itself, and judging from its stalemate with the other two, it doesn't seem to be going berserk and trying to attack it.

So in situations like this, it's better not to stop them!

"Roar!"

Although they had their doubts, since Harry had already given the order, the Zouwu and the Unicorn had no choice but to move aside. Then, the female Dragon, oblivious to everyone else, let out an excited howl and pounced on Harry with its blood-red maw wide open!

"Reducio!"

However, just as Norberta was about to be crushed, Harry suddenly unleashed the Shrinking Charm at full power, shrinking the enormous Norwegian Ridgeback into a tiny model with fluttering wings.

Piaji~

The little Dragon, howling, slammed into Harry, but immediately lashed out with its tiny claws, grabbing onto Harry's collar. Then it began licking and nuzzling Harry's face with its tongue...

"Wow, that's a really sweet relationship. They actually expressed their gratitude to you in this way!" Luna Lovegood said, watching the scene with great interest.

"It can't be!"

Harry, expressionless, grabbed Norberta by the back of the neck and trapped him in a large water balloon, washing him repeatedly.

In short, after a series of washing, rinsing, and spin-drying processes, the little Dragon that had suddenly gone berserk finally regained its senses.

"Woo..." It seemed to know what it had done, and weakly lowered its head, not daring to look at Harry.

"So you do feel guilty?" Harry gave Norberta a good-natured tap on the head. "What on earth was wrong with you just now?!"

"Ooh~"

Norberta is feeling rather aggrieved. He was a little tipsy and felt energized with nowhere to vent, so he subconsciously... wanted to play with his own possessions.

Indeed, in Dragon 'Norberta eyes, Harry's identity was her private property, just like the gold coins that those evil dragons in legends slept on every day—wealth that absolutely could not be touched by others.

However, this possession is alive, and it is being cared for, which is why the little Dragon is willing to obey Harry's orders.

And no Zouwu or the Unicorn, has any rule stating that private property cannot be owned.

For example, wasn't that human woman from before, and the one in front of me, both of them the private property of my own?

"So... what's wrong with Norberta?" Luna Lovegood asked, noticing the speechless look on Harry's face.

"It's nothing, it's just bored and has nothing better to do."

"I see," Luna Lovegood replied casually, though it was unclear whether she understood Harry's meaning.

Harry was quite speechless. It seemed that the Basilisk did indeed contain nutrients that were beneficial to Fantastic Beasts, making them more energetic after eating it.

Luna Lovegood hadn't told Harry that many Fantastic Beasts, like the Nundu, ran all the way back to their dens.

As a result of this nourishing food, Norberta ate the whole pot himself, and the end result, of course, was that he became so excited that he couldn't wait to wrestle with Harry... Wait!

"Oh no, we have to go out and check this out!" Harry suddenly realized something and hurriedly took Luna Lovegood and rushed out.

So the two of them stepped out of the box together, and then both froze on the spot...

"Meow!"

Inside the gatekeeper's hut, Mrs. Norris's screams were quite stimulating, while Crookshanks' actions were even more so.

Mrs. Norris lay motionless on the ground, her tail limp and to one side; Crookshanks was straddling behind Mrs. Norris, holding her by the scruff of her neck, and then...

Overall, they worked quite hard.

What are they doing?

"This..."

Harry was speechless. Faced with Luna Lovegood's question, he had no idea whether he should answer truthfully or simply cover his eyes, which were full of curiosity.

This was likely due to the effects of the Basilisk meat; the excessive consumption caused the two cats to enter their... well, you know... stages prematurely. Thus, Crookshanks successfully seized the opportunity to have a big... encounter, even unexpectedly putting on a cat-themed scene in front of Harry and Luna Lovegood...

More than Luna Lovegood's questioning, Harry was now struggling with how to explain things to Filch.

Once a male and female cat in heat have had sex, there's absolutely no stopping them from having more... If Filch knew his beloved cat had been "inserted" and immediately gave birth, he might break all five of Crookshanks' legs in a fit of rage.

"Meow!"

Mrs. Norris turned around and bit Crookshanks, then started rolling around on the ground after he left. Seeing this obviously self-taught way of increasing the chances of getting pregnant, Harry was filled with utter despair.

A female cat's gestation period is generally around two months, so if we start counting from the end of her heat cycle, Filch should be able to see Mrs. Norris's litter of Maine Coon and Persian mix Kneazle with tabby ancestry by mid-May at the latest...

He'll be so happy then he'll be swearing like a madman!

"You still haven't answered my question," Harry was still agonizing, but the magical girl beside him was equally persistent. "What were they doing just now?"

"Well... in short, Mrs. Norris might be going to be a mother. In about two or three months, we'll be able to see the little baby she's carrying."

After careful consideration, Harry gave his answer in a relatively warm and gentle manner.

"I see, so if you're together like that, someone will become a mother..." Luna Lovegood seemed to suddenly understand after hearing Harry's answer. "So you and Hermione are the same. In three months, Hermione will also become a mother?"

"We're not!" After being bombarded with questions one after another, Harry finally couldn't hold back his embarrassment and exploded.

"Hermione and I have never done that... No! I mean... Anyway, Hermione can't possibly be a mom in three months!"

"Harry, you don't have to be so upset."

Although Luna Lovegood didn't understand Harry's meaning, she sensed the anxiety in his tone, so she quickly and considerately comforted him, "Everything we're hoping for will eventually turn out well. Even if Hermione doesn't become a mother in three months, don't worry too much~"

"Why... why am I in such a hurry?!"

So, after Luna Lovegood's well-intentioned attempt to comfort him, Harry's temper flared up even more.

Chapter 194 The Waddiwasi Spell Requires Self-Teaching

More than a week after Valentine's Day, after dealing with some trivial matters and carefully preparing for the lessons he was to teach, Harry finally took office as the substitute teacher for the first-year Black Defense.

However, when he was carrying a bunch of teaching materials and preparing to head to the classroom on Tuesday morning, he was stopped by Hermione, who arrived halfway through the day.

"Hermione, shouldn't you be in your Charms Class right now?" Hermione's enthusiasm puzzled Harry.

"I've already learned what Professor Flitwick taught in this class, so I asked him for leave and came here specifically to be your teaching assistant." Hermione grinned mischievously, like a little beaver. "How about it, aren't you touched?"

"Oh dear, Professor Flitwick is so pitiful... Uh, so touching! Hermione, you're so kind, I'm so touched!!"

Noticing that Hermione's expression was turning from sunny to cloudy, Harry quickly changed his sarcastic remarks into words of praise.

"Hmph, you know that much~" The top student girl let out a pleasant snort, proudly raising her chin.

Hermione certainly doesn't need to be Harry's special teaching assistant, but after their relationship changed, she inevitably became more concerned about Harry's social life at school... in short, she became possessive of him.

The first-year Blackmail course was also being taken by both the Hedgehog and Gryphon schools. This class had a quirky, Loony and a Weasley with an insatiable streak. If I didn't go with them, wouldn't they turn on me?

If Harry knew Hermione's inner thoughts, he would be speechless.

Ginny aside, after the cat incident, Harry wanted to stay as far away from Luna Lovegood as possible.

The questions this girl asked were incredibly insightful and devastating!

"By the way... did you wear makeup today?"

Harry carefully observed the girl beside him and noticed that Hermione, in addition to wearing the hair tie he had given her, seemed to have slightly modified her eyebrows, eyes, and nose, making her look even prettier than usual.

This surprised Harry somewhat. Although it's common for female middle school students abroad to wear makeup, Hermione has always gone without makeup. This change is quite a surprise to Harry.

"Oh, did I?" Hermione playfully flicked a strand of hair behind her ear, her expression clearly showing she was pretending not to know.

"Fine, whatever makes you happy. You can have these. Just remember to help me distribute them to the students later."

Having grown accustomed to Hermione's natural look, Harry was quite pleased to see her with a little makeup on. He admired the girl's face with amusement and handed her a stack of parchment.

"This is an exam paper? How are you going to attend class?" Hermione looked at the exam paper Harry handed her with confusion, and some unpleasant memories inexplicably came to mind.

"I'll do the same thing as Lockhart in class," Harry smiled mysteriously, and stepped into the classroom first, amidst Hermione's puzzled gaze.

Good morning, everyone.

After the greeting, the previously noisy classroom fell completely silent.

However, in the next second, the entire classroom suddenly erupted into an even more enthusiastic celebration than before!

Harry was undoubtedly a legendary figure at the school, and the students' excitement at him becoming a substitute teacher was palpable.

For example, Colin Creevey, a young fanboy, was screaming and taking pictures right now. If it weren't for the desks blocking his way, he might have pounced on the desks right now.

"Quiet!" Reluctantly, Harry had to cast an Amplifying Charm on himself, barely managing to quell the overly enthusiastic first-years.

"Let me introduce myself. I'm Harry Granger, your future substitute teacher for Defense Against the Dark Arts. This is your teaching assistant for today, Hermione Miss Granger." After a slight pause, Harry scanned the class. "No photography allowed in my class!"

"Oh..." Colin, startled by being called out, shrank back and reluctantly put away his new camera.

"Now let's officially begin the lesson." Seeing that the whole class's attention was now focused on him, Harry smiled and continued, "Judging from your performance just now, you should all know me quite well now. So, who would like to tell me which spells I'm good at?"

After the first question was posed, the classroom erupted again, with a large number of students eagerly stretching out their arms and reciting the spells Harry had used as if they knew them by heart.

Some shouted "Expelliarmus!" while others shouted "Petrificus Totalus!" but Harry always responded to these answers with an ambiguous smile.

"The Waddiwasi Spell!" Ginny Weasley answered with absolute certainty. "Harry's best spell is definitely the Waddiwasi Spell!"

She had heard her brother tell countless stories about Harry, how Harry subdued Peeves with the Waddiwasi Spell, and how he defeated the entire Slytherin House first-year class with a row of tiny marbles— Ginny knew all of these by heart.

"Correct answer. Miss Weasley has earned five points for Gryffindor."

"Hmph, what's so correct about it?"

Harry smiled and gave his approval, while Hermione, as a teaching assistant, took notes with a look of disdain.

In her view, Harry only gave those marks to achieve teaching objectives.