Blast-Ended Skrewts: Seven in One Litter

There's a kind of school that everyone else thinks is better off having.

Other schools have a strong academic atmosphere and a strong sense of humanistic care, with single rooms, private bathrooms, and even co-ed dormitories.

Not only are the scholarships generous, but a professor can also use the property for seven years without it becoming obsolete.

This stability was all the more precious to a student who had gone through four different Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor.

In any case, compared to other schools, Hogwarts ' Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor is like a disposable item, a daily consumable.

Upon hearing William's introduction, not only were Anne and her two children stunned, but even Harry and Ron were taken aback.

It turns out there were objective reasons why the two brothers didn't do well in school.

It's all because of the school that I haven't been able to fully realize my talents.

The two began criticizing the school's teaching quality, especially a certain unknown teacher.

He seemed to be the rat dropping in the thick soup, or the annoying cilantro in the big bowl of noodles.

Seeing their anger, William casually brought it up:

At Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, students resorted to strikes, marches, or sit-ins in the Great Hall to voice their demands.

The school always makes concessions.

Both of them brightened up and nodded thoughtfully.

So this is what a good school is like!

William quickly slipped away; this was a topic that Prefect like him shouldn't be involved in.

He firmly supported Dumbledore's leadership and shared the same fate as all the professors at Hogwarts.

As time passed, the Hogwarts Express finally slowed down and stopped at the dark Hogsmeade Station.

Stepping off the train, William looked up at the sky.

The rain poured down from the sky, pattering as it fell to the ground.

The torrential rain poured down hard and fast, like buckets of ice-cold water being poured over the students' heads.

The seasoned students all took out their Warming Badge and waterproof badges, and many freshmen followed suit after seeing this.

The young wizards who didn't buy any were extremely disappointed.

Several groups of young wizards were searching for the little girl handing out flyers.

I believed her lies!

Hagrid walked over from the other side of the platform and called out, "First-year students, come this way!"

Hagrid saw William and the others, waved vigorously, and exclaimed excitedly, "Seven babies from one mother... the Blast-Ended Skrewt is a very fertile one!"

"..."

It seems Hagrid's hybridization plan has been a success.

But Blast-Ended Skrewt... what a strange name! I wonder what it tastes like?

The crowd moved slowly, step by step, across the dark platform. Outside the station, more than a hundred horse-drawn carriages were waiting for them.

William, Hermione, and Anne climbed onto one of the vehicles.

But the carriage didn't move; all the Thestral turned their heads and stared at William with their pupil-less eyes.

That expression seemed to say: You taste weird! Are you seeing someone else outside?!

"There's no strange smell?" Hermione leaned close to William's neck and sniffed hard.

Anne, perched on her brother's back, sniffed the robe and squinted, saying, "Strange... it smells exactly like Hermione's."

"The Thestral probably sensed the presence of the Abraxan," William explained.

Phoebe helped him steal... oops, I mean, she got a Abraxan from Madame Maxime.

William has now placed it on the Safety Watch.

The Thestral probably sensed the presence.

William slammed the door shut, and after a moment, the Thestral finally began to move.

After a violent jolt, the long carriage caravan set off along the path leading to Hogwarts Castle, splashing water all the way.

The carriage passed through a gate flanked by sculptures of winged wild boars and traveled along a wide driveway, swaying violently in the strong wind.

Through the window, William saw Professor Snape near the playground.

He was dressed in strange clothes—let's call them a life jacket—and was loudly directing the House-elf to repair the lake embankment.

The ground was too slippery, and he stumbled, almost falling into a puddle.

The scene was strangely comical.

The heavy rain pounded on his head, and through the light of his wand, the dripping water could even be seen turning black.

William strongly suspected that Professor Snape's hair was originally blonde, but had turned black due to not washing it for a long time.

Moreover, you might find tomorrow morning that all the creatures in Black Lake have surfaced, belly up.

They were all poisoned to death.

Soon, the carriage stopped at the foot of the stone steps in front of two large oak doors.

The students got off the bus and ran towards the castle.

A water-filled rubber balloon suddenly fell from the ceiling and exploded above the students' heads.

The foul-smelling liquid spilled all over the floor, soaking Ron as well. He mumbled something, stumbled, and fell onto Harry beside him.

The two rolled toward the Slytherin students like bowling balls.

Malfoy sneered and suddenly jumped up the moment the two rolled over.

However, he overestimated his jumping ability and tripped over it, losing his balance and falling heavily to the floor.

A second water bomb fell, and the people around screamed and pushed each other, all trying to get away from this place of trouble as soon as possible.

William's wand trembled, and the water bomb above his head seemed to hit a metal plate, suddenly stopping. Instead of falling, the water droplets bounced back upwards.

A soft snap.

A scream came from the Peeves, and he shot towards the sky, tearing a curtain of rain, but he did not move straight forward, but rather slid and twisted like a fish or snake.

Many of the young wizards stared in disbelief, while others applauded.

William, along with Hermione and Anne, strode into the castle.

The Great Hall was still as magnificent and grand as ever, and it had been specially decorated for the banquet at the start of the new semester.

Hundreds of candles floated above the table, Winky the gold plates and goblets.

Hermione and Anne walked toward the Gryffindor table, while William and Cho sat at the Ravenclaw table.

Professor Dumbledore has returned from Venice, wearing a magnificent dark green robe, and a row of rings on his hand are Winky.

It's so sparkly that it looks like rhinestones.

The principal touched the tips of his two long, slender fingers together, resting his chin on them, his eyes gazing at the ceiling through his half-moon shaped glasses.

The ceiling was enchanted, allowing a view of the outside world.

Black and purple clouds churned above, followed by another clap of thunder outside, and a forked bolt of lightning streaked across the ceiling.

William felt that their house also lacked a ceiling like that.

Professor Flitwick wore a deerstalker hat and held a large pipe in his hand.

He was discussing tobacco with Professor Sinistra, his Astronomy teacher.

After not seeing him for a summer, Professor Flitwick seemed to have developed a smoking habit.

The two of them were still blowing smoke rings, which displeased Professor Sprout.

Tobacco from the Wizarding World is a magical plant too... How could you just burn such a cute little thing like that?

Just then, Professor Snape burst through the door.

He walked quickly to Professor Sprout's side and whispered a few words to her.

Professor Sprout's face turned extremely ugly.

It turned out that the heavy rain caused the Black Lake to rise, flooding her small greenhouse.

Her tens of thousands of adorable plants... are gone.

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