Blast-Ended Skrewts
"Are you kidding me, Headmaster Dumbledore?"
Fred shouted loudly.
"I'm sorry, I'm not joking, Mr. Weasley," Headmaster Dumbledore adjusted his glasses, and then began to explain the origins of the Triwizard Tournament and the schools participating in this Eight-Way Championship.
This made many of the students below very nervous. Many of them (except for the Slytherin) were hearing about facing death for the first time, and many had already started to back out. They had given up on the competition in their minds; there was no need to gamble their lives for a competition, right?
"Su Yu, as the head of Slytherin, what are your thoughts on the participants and on behalf of Slytherin?" Headmaster Dumbledore asked from the podium.
Su Yu was almost laughing in exasperation. He was essentially asking whether Slytherin students could step in if no other houses participated.
"Headmaster Dumbledore, why don't you let them answer for themselves? I never interfere with their decisions; I'm just a guide."
"For the glory of Slytherin!" the Slytherin students shouted.
At that moment, all the students from the other houses were stunned. The panic stopped spreading, the discussions ceased, and they all stared intently at Slytherin.
"This is our answer. Slytherin is ready to fight for honor at any time, even at the cost of our lives, Headmaster Dumbledore." Su Yu, along with all the Slytherin students, raised their heads and looked towards the High Table.
"Very good. The other houses should go back and discuss it. If no one can be selected, Slytherin Academy will represent Hogwarts in the competition this time!" Headmaster Dumbledore announced loudly.
"Why didn't you come with me and kill that Professor Moody just now?!"
In the lounge, in the little house that Su Yu had built for himself, Su Yu liked to listen to the sound of rain, so the girls chatted and kept him company.
Because of what had just happened, Kurama jumped back and forth on Su Yu, almost making Su Yu vomit his dinner.
"Stop fooling around, sweetie. The plan suddenly changed, you know. It's the Eight-Way Championship! And the Japanese Mahoutokoro is coming too! We need someone to take the fall, don't you think this fake Professor Moody is just perfect?"
"Used as a scapegoat? What are you planning to do?" Ka-jie sat down next to Su Yu, looking at Su Yu curiously.
"Of course, kill them all..." Su Yu revealed a cruel smile.
"Understood! Kill them all!" Kurama mimicked Su Yu, revealing the exact same cruel smile.
"You two shouldn't mess this up. If you get caught, you might become the enemy of the entire Wizarding World." Daphne was a little worried. After all, this was the first time Su Yu had openly said he wanted to kill an entire organization. He would definitely be even more ruthless than he said.
"Don't worry, at worst we can just say we were controlled by that fake Professor Moody's Imperius Curse, perfect!" Su Yu had finally found a perfect scapegoat for killing the Japanese, how could he let him go?
"Who are you planning to invite to participate?" Fa-jie, who was reading a magazine, suddenly asked.
"Let's see how the other colleges choose. Anyway, there are 20 spots. We'll wait until they've made their selections. We have so many people here, we can get in anytime. I've never fought such a well-funded battle before!"
"What about the people from other schools? Should they all be killed too?" Fa-jie asked again.
"Don't be more murderous than me Tenten, okay? Just be flexible. If you're not convinced, then say it. In the words of our East University, the martial arts world isn't about fighting and killing, it's about human relationships and social interactions!" Su Yu looked helplessly at Fa-jie. With her crazy personality, if he hadn't stopped her, with her Ancient Magic and Kurama Cloak, she would definitely be the third generation of the Dark Lord when she went out!
"Tch, you have the nerve to talk back to me? At least I didn't send people to slaughter the entire Acromantula race just because I was afraid of spiders! If Cassandra and I hadn't persuaded you, you really were planning to kill them all before daring to enter the Forbidden Forest at night, weren't you?"
"Yes, you're a demonic cultivator, how dare you talk to us like that? At least we didn't try to slaughter the entire Hogwarts on the first day of school!" This time, Ka-jie was definitely on Fa-jie's side.
Su Yu scratched his head, unable to win the argument, and finally could only blame everything on Kurama, which angered Kurama so much that he bit Su Yu again.
The new semester began just like that. Early the next morning, the storm had passed, but the sky was still overcast. Su Yu used Ancient Magic to make the rain pour down again. In a good mood, he and Kurama were sleeping in the History of Magic class. Professor Binns was still singing a lullaby on the stage, and only a few students were still taking notes diligently.
The school was abuzz with talk of the upcoming Eight-Way Championship. After a night of deliberation, more and more Gryffindor students were finding it interesting. They weren't lacking in courage; they too could fight for honor like the Slytherin. The most unconventional of them all were the Weasley twins. They still hadn't cashed in the bet they won against Ludo Bagman, even though he was the Minister of Department of Magical Games and Sports. However, upon hearing that the Eight-Way Championship offered a whopping ten thousand Galleon in prize money, the two eagerly agreed to participate. "Making money," they thought to themselves, "Is never without its dangers, right?"
The other two houses weren't as keen on participating, especially after Headmaster Dumbledore emphasized twice the possibility of casualties. Their enthusiasm for signing up waned considerably. However, this didn't stop them from discussing the matter; after all, at that age, who wouldn't dream of being a hero?
Even the famous Harry dreamt all night about how he Eight-Way Championship, finally won first place, was tossed high in the air by his classmates, and even won the heart of a beautiful girl. He woke up laughing this morning.
"I hate this disgusting thing!"
During Hagrid's first lesson, Malfoy looked at the newly hatched Blast-Ended Skrewt with a disgusted expression, wishing he could stomp them to death immediately.
This is a hybrid breed created by the Pokémon Pokémon player Hagrid himself. It was illegally bred from Manticore and Fire Crab. It was 15 centimeters long when it hatched, and looked exactly like a juvenile of the opposite sex. It didn't even have a head, it was all legs, and its body was like a maggot, white and plump, covered with disgusting slime that smelled like rotten fish.
"Oh! Merlin's beard! This disgusting thing can even breathe fire from its butt?"
Callis said, retching.
Don't you think they're cute?
Hagrid tried to defend himself, saying he wouldn't allow the children to talk about his little ones like that.
"If you keep going like this, you'll get sued by the Ministry of Magic sooner or later, Hagrid ..." Su Yu looked at this big dummy and had to remind him. "Couldn't you get some Pygmy Puff, Niffler, Bowtruckle or something? That would guarantee your classes would be very popular with the students."
"Really? Su Yu, but aren't Blast-Ended Skrewt pretty cute too?" Hagrid was a little confused. They were both magical creatures, so how could he discriminate against them?
"This is disgusting, Hagrid. You know, Giant have a different aesthetic sense than humans. I'm not eating lunch today, it's too disgusting! Besides, what good is it for us to take care of them? What can we do with them?"
Malfoy, who was standing nearby, was about to stomp on them when Harry and the others, who were in class with them, stopped him.
Ultimately, something bad happened. While feeding them, Thomas was injured by the Blast-Ended Skrewt, and a large part of his hand was burned.
This is the difference between Pure-blood nobles and ordinary wizards. If it were Malfoy who was burned, Hagrid would at least be impeached, and this second incident could even cost him his job.