The moment they saw the white-haired girl in the room, everyone began looking at Rolf strangely.
Although wizards, when defining magical creatures, included all humanoid beings with magical powers other than wizards themselves.
In everyday life, however, beings such as werewolves, vampires, Veela, and elves were not called animals.
Now, looking at the white-haired girl in the room, Harry and the others had all sorts of wild images running through their heads.
Harry did not know about the others, but his own head was full of Fleur Delacour and her younger sister Gabrielle.
Hadn't those two beauties, older and younger, come from some old lecher in the Delacour Family getting together with a Veela, who was technically a magical creature?
Seeming to notice their strange looks, Rolf hurriedly introduced her. "Don't get any strange ideas, everyone. Miss Natasha here is no ordinary being."
As he spoke, he went over to the white-haired girl and held out his hand.
Although her eyes were covered with silk, the girl still raised a slender, fair little hand and placed it in Rolf's. Then, guided by him, she rose from the sofa.
Everyone, Harry included, could not help drawing in a sharp breath.
For beneath the slender waist of the girl whose skin was fairer than snow, there were no feet. In their place was an equally snow-white snake's tail, bearing only the faintest-colored markings.
"Medusa?" Ron exclaimed instinctively.
His voice seemed a little too loud and frightened the snake-tailed girl. She trembled, then immediately hid behind Rolf.
Her pitiful appearance instantly stirred the others' sympathy, and all the girls, including Luna and Lavender, gave Ron a fierce glare.
Ron shrank back under the girls' glares and immediately clapped a hand over his mouth.
The others were one thing, but Ron's fear of Hermione