Chapter 568 The Stupidity May Be Just Because of Different Fields

After lunch today is Magizoology class. It rained heavily yesterday, and the grass looked soft and wet. After leaving the castle and walking on the road to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, the smell of mud came to my nostrils.

Draco was talking to Goyle and Crabbe when Pansy next to him interjected, and they snickered softly.

At this moment, he saw Anton who was a little depressed, and hurried over.

"Hey Anton, what's the matter with you?"

Anton shrugged, "I'm learning music recently. I think the ocarina may not be suitable for me. Its tone is especially suitable for some sad or heavy music. This makes me very emotionally affected. I think I may have to change it. A happier instrument."

Draco looked weird, "Music?"

Anton nodded sincerely.

"Oh~ this is not a good topic. I was often forced by my mother to learn piano when I was a child, and it still appears in my nightmares." Draco wrinkled his face, "It's unbelievable that you would take the initiative Learn this."

Anton held the oversized textbook in his hand and smiled slightly, "If you're interested, can I tell you about the subtle relationship between 'music, emotion, memory, and spells'?"

"No!" Draco's eyes widened. "Oh, Merlin's beard, stop telling me those advanced theories, I want to have some fun. Make everything easier."

Anton shrugged, "Forget it, it's actually quite interesting."

"You just think it's funny." Draco rolled his eyes. If he was asked to comment on Anton, the first word that popped out of his mouth would definitely be 'weird'.

"I recommend you to learn the guitar." At this moment, a sentence like this suddenly interjected beside him, causing both Anton and Draco to turn their heads in surprise.

"Gregory Goyle?" Draco looked at his little follower in disbelief.

Anton whistled, and looked up and down at this silly, tall roommate, "Guitar?"

Gore scratched his head naively, "My mother wanted me to learn the violin, but the teacher who taught me thought I was too stupid. Then I met a handsome girl who played the guitar in the concert hall, so I Go to school..."

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he quickly covered his mouth.

"Muggle!!!" Draco's eyes widened.

Crabbe and Pansy beside him had horrified expressions, as if they had heard something terrible.

"I...I..." Goyle opened his mouth a little at a loss, and finally lowered his head in frustration, "My mother has punished me severely, she promised me not to hurt that Muggle girl, I promised her not Would have thought anything about Muggles."

"Quack quack..."

Anton grabbed Gore's shoulders with a strange smile, "Hey, you guys are making too much fuss, hehehe, tell me, is that girl pretty?"

A silly smile appeared on Gore's face, "Well, she has a handsome short hair, and... also..."

In the end, he swallowed all the words under the stare of his friend.

"I can't believe that you would like one..." Crabbe felt that Goyle in front of him became strange.

Pansy wanted to stay away from the disgusting things and walked around to the other side of Draco, looking at Goyle from a distance, "It's...it's..." She seemed very angry, and her voice became sharp stand up.

On the contrary, Draco, although he also said something he disagreed with, his eyes were very calm, "Hey, this topic is over, Goyle has already promised his mother, let's not talk about this topic again!"

"But..." Pansy was still relentless.

"Stop!" Draco growled decisively, "That's it!"

He seemed a little unhappy, and strode forward, Pansy and Crabbe hurriedly followed.

Gore followed at the end, looking at their backs with some frustration, "I don't think I should say..."

Anton raised his eyebrows, "I think it's okay, you are a fool in the eyes of others, what's wrong with a fool, they will forgive you."

"I know I'm a bit stupid, but I really don't want people to think I'm a fool."

Goyle sighed with a sad expression on his face.

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, he pulled Anton away from the crowd and whispered, "I know you are studying the difference between pure blood and ordinary wizards. There is one thing I need to tell you, that is..."

He frowned, "I listened to what you said in the dormitory, carefully recalled the recent generations of our Gore family, and found that we seem to be suffering from a disease, and it is getting worse from generation to generation. "

"Sick?" Anton raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah!" Gore nodded vigorously, "As long as we see food, we will involuntarily emit a feeling of hunger in our hearts. This kind of appetite will even make us lose any reason when we are eager to eat. My father does not Let me share this discovery with others, worried that someone will just throw a chicken leg out when fighting us and beat us..."

"I think……"

"Maybe telling you will help your research. Maybe, maybe in the future, you can find a way."

Anton looked at him in surprise, "You don't look stupid like this?"

Goyle just pulled the corners of his mouth reluctantly, showing a silly smile, "Anthony Weasley, please remember, I am stupid, not stupid. And I am very talented in astronomy and divination!"

Having said that, he quickly covered his mouth again, looked around in fear, with an annoyed look on his face, "No, why did I mention all of Merlin's beards?"

"Anton, you must not tell others that I don't want others to know that I have a talent for divination."

"You know, everyone regards me as a fool, and the prophecy spoken by a fool will only be ridiculed."

"!!!"

show~

Anton looked at him in amazement, this man was almost the complete opposite of himself.

"Don't worry." Anton patted him on the shoulder, "As Draco said, we are friends!"

So Gore laughed, oh, to be honest, with this stupid look, he really looks like a mentally handicapped child.

Anton looked at him strangely.

Goyle chased after Draco and his team in a panic, and followed them in a low voice, and soon, everyone was talking and laughing again.

"Tsk~"

The wizarding world always surprises Anton.

Gore, the prophet?

This is simply a very wonderful combination. Taking the descendants of the Gore family who have been married to different pure-blood families for a long time, it stands to reason that each descendant can actually be traced back to many, many powerful wizard ancestors with different surnames. .

"Interesting~"

...

The students of Slytherin and Gryffindor came to Hagrid's elephant-eating vine mansion (the hut was built for Hagrid, which was mentioned once before), Hagrid had obviously waited for a long time, and greeted his hound nervously Yaya followed and led everyone to a animal pen in the Forbidden Forest.

"Everyone come to this fence, and now, please open your textbooks."

A student looked at the textbook in his hand with a look of fear, "Monster Book of Monsters". He tied it up with a rope, otherwise it would open its big mouth full of fangs and bite anything and try to read it. people.

He is not an exception, almost everyone is like this.

Some people put it in a strong bag, some used a big clip to clamp it, and some silly children, such as Neville, pressed down on the textbook hard, and then was caught by the book's huge opening. He forcefully shook his body.

"No one knows how to use it?" Hagrid looked at the students in disbelief, as if he had heard something outrageous. (Note: This response is the content of the original work)

"You have to stroke these books, just as you would a wild cat or dog, stroke their spines, and they will be quiet."

"God, what a simple thing, hurry up, everyone move faster."

Look, this is the weird magizoologists, even the books are made to look like animals.

Anton sat lazily on a big rock in the corner, looking at Hagrid thoughtfully. It seemed that these so-called fools were just immersed in their own domain.

Figures appeared in his mind, Newt from the field of magical animals, Lupine's father Lyle, Professor Trelawney from the mysterious side, Luna's classmate...

I can't help being a little surprised.

Wizards themselves are weird in the eyes of Muggles, and these people are even more weird by other wizards.

I don't know what kind of image I am in the eyes of others.