Professor Kettleburn's Troubles Mount

Professor Kettleburn, though the bravest man, became disoriented and mentally unstable after being stung so many times.

He's probably the same kind of person as Hagrid, treating those Fantastic Beasts like cute little darlings.

However, he was not as physically robust as Hagrid.

With Hagrid's physique and build, he could handle five or six girls at the same time in one night, and afterwards, his back wouldn't ache, his legs wouldn't shake, and his kidneys wouldn't be weak. He could even do twenty backflips in a row.

Therefore, not just anyone can become Magizoologist. Only a few are as lucky as Newt Scamander; most are missing limbs.

Led by Professor Kettleburn, the group arrived at a dense birch forest.

From a distance, the birch trees seemed to have mutated, constantly flashing a scarlet light.

"Everyone to the side!" he shouted. "That's right—stand where you can see. Now, the first thing you need to do is observe the creatures in the trees—"

William looked closely and saw that the trees were full of Magical Creatures.

From its appearance, it looks somewhat like a hybrid of a monkey and a toad.

Its skin is green, spotted, smooth, and hairless, and its hands and feet are webbed.

It has short legs on its head, a big mouth that always looks like it's grinning, and a mouthful of razor-sharp teeth.

"Very good, have you recognized this creature?"

"Clabbert!" Qiu answered loudly.

"That's right, five points for Ravenclaw. The Clabbert is a creature native to North America, but due to illegal smuggling, it is now found all over the world."

Professor Kettleburn invited everyone to come closer and observe carefully.

"The Clabbert is a very useful Magical Creatures, most notably characterized by a large abscess in the middle of its forehead."

When the Clabbert senses danger, the abscess turns scarlet and flashes a red light.

If you keep this in your pocket, it will detect any potential attacks beforehand—it's a great early warning system!

"Forget it, I'll never hold that thing in my life," Marietta muttered, pouting.

"Even if someone really did attack students at Hogwarts!"

Clearly, Marietta wasn't the only one who thought this way; not only was the Clabbert not good-looking, but it also looked extremely dangerous.

They spent another twenty minutes feeding the Clabbert.

Clabbert primarily feed on small lizards and birds.

This job is very difficult; their limbs are long and flexible, allowing them to swing between branches as nimbly as gorillas.

Clabbert don't like being fed; they prefer to actively steal food.

Marietta had just been tapped on the head with a stick by a Clabbert, and her forehead immediately swelled up.

"Ouch!" About half an hour later, Summerby pain, "Help! Help me!"

The Clabbert he was feeding had its abscess on its head slowly swell into a pillar shape, spurting out a sticky, smelly liquid.

The juice splashed onto Summerby's face, and he smacked his lips as the scent of heather wafted over him.

The strong smell almost made him vomit.

Everyone quickly covered their noses.

Summerby struggled frantically, his hand enveloped by the Clabbert's tongue, the red tongue like a vibrant red snake coiling around his arm, twitching constantly, and slowly moving downwards.

It gives the impression that Summerby has been polished and patinated by Clabbert.

Professor Kettleburn floated over to Summerby, squinted, and said, "Child, what did you do to the Clabbert?"

"No..." Summerby a mournful face.

"Okay... I just had a bold idea, so I put my hand in its mouth to see what it felt like to be enveloped by its tongue."

Kettleburn was somewhat displeased. He ordered, "Come on, give it a shot! Let the Clabbert have a good time and relax."

A dozen or so Billywig swarmed around the Clabbert, violently piercing its skin.

After being suddenly pricked with more than a dozen needles, the Clabbert's body floated up and then released Summerby.

This angered the other Clabbert, who pounded their chests in fury, like gorillas.

A Clabbert sticks out its long tongue and begins to attack the Billywig.

The Billywig were not to be trifled with either; they broke away from Professor Kettleburn and swarmed down like locusts.

Dozens of tongues rolled and surged in mid-air, swimming and gliding freely in the Billywig swarm, like dragons emerging from the river, swirling up the swarm and pulling it into their mouths.

Although the number of Billywig was large, they couldn't keep up with the Clabbert's speed, which was like eating candy beans.

Professor Kettleburn's drug-taking concoction was quickly devoured by the Clabbert.

After they finished eating, they let out a burp and spat out long, sharp thorns, which they then dropped on the ground.

Professor Kettleburn fell to the ground, looking extremely dejected, and several students knelt down to gently comfort him.

The originally sorrowful and tragic scene was completely ruined by William's next sentence.

"I remember the stingers of the Billywig are a raw material for Fizzing Whizbees, and they're very expensive. The Honeydukes of Hogsmeade is buying them in bulk."

No one comforted Professor Kettleburn anymore; everyone rushed forward, frantically picking up the stingers from the ground, intending to sell them for money.

Indeed, without buying and selling, there would be no killing.

"Is Professor Kettleburn alright?"

After class, walking along the road, Qiu said worriedly.

"I don't know, but judging from how upset he is, he probably won't last two more years before retiring." William shrugged.

An unexpected turn of events worsened Professor Kettleburn's already poor health.

Soon, everyone arrived at the Defence Against Dark Magic classroom.

The classroom had been renovated, and the walls were covered with countless framed pictures of Lockhart, illuminated by many candles. Some even bore his signature.

Everyone rushed to sit in the front row, because it was easy to run away from there.

Logically speaking, the front row is usually reserved for top students, and many students are unwilling to sit there.

This time it's different. Lockhart's reputation is already ruined at Hogwarts, especially after he taught Defence Against Dark Magic to second-year wizards.

Everyone expected Lockhart to bring some dark creatures, but it turned out to be Cornish Pixies.

The worst part was that he couldn't handle the House-elf, so he ran away alone, locked the classroom door, and locked the little wizard inside.

Many second-grade wizards have been hospitalized.

In the hospital Madam Pomfrey berated Lockhart as a good-for-nothing and then criticized Dumbledore for marrying a good-for-nothing... She ranted for a full half hour without repeating a single line.

It turns out that Madam Pomfrey studied at the Zaun Magical Hospital.

Even Madam Pomfrey was like that...

Furthermore, Lockhart didn't even know about the magazine "Transfiguration Today," so everyone thought he was just a famous but incompetent fool.

William had originally intended to skip class, but he needed to speak with Lockhart about something small.

Hmm... it's nothing.