Chapter 67 Snape Hagrid and the Fighting Class

"Lupine!" Hagrid's eyes lit up. "How is he doing now?"

"I live at No. 11, Grimmauld Place. You can go and see it when you have time." Anton seemed to think of something, looked in his messenger bag, took out a business card and handed it to him.

The small business card was like a postage stamp in Hagrid's huge fingers, which was quite joyful.

"Lupine-Ilsa Information Consulting Company?" Hagrid blinked with a confused look on his face, "a weird name."

He carefully put the business card into the inside pocket of his coat, and patted Anton on the shoulder happily, "When you sold Professor Snape's brain, I thought you were some kind of evil dark wizard, but Since you live with Lupine, I guess you're a pretty good fellow."

"Uncle Lupine is a nice fellow indeed."

Hagrid was obviously satisfied with Anton's statement, "You don't have classes on Friday afternoon, if you want, you can come and sit in my hut, right next to the Forbidden Forest."

After speaking, he couldn't wait to look at the little bird on the wall shelf, "Oh, although it looks a bit ugly now, it's a sub-dragon."

ugly?

Well, well, Hagrid's aesthetics has always been a little different from that of humans.

"This is the latest crossbreeding breed from the Romanian dragon farm. It is said to be a combination of the Hungarian Horntail and the Unicorn. It miraculously exhibited an atavistic behavior and grew fluffy feathers."

"Hungarian Horntail and Unicorn?" Anton had a lot of question marks.

The mixed blood in the wizarding world is outrageous enough, can different species interbreed? Oh, he finally remembered that Hagrid miraculously bred a 5X dangerous magical animal like a manticore, a manticore, and 60 fire crabs to produce a fried-tailed snail.

What kind of terrifying level is 5X? Dumbledore's phoenix Phoenix is ​​only 4X.

A similar cross between a griffin and a normal horse produces a 3x danger level hippogriff.

Hagrid's hybridization technology is the most magical ability in the entire Harry Potter story.

"The study of dragons should be left to Dumbledore. You know, he has researched the twelve uses of dragon blood." Hagrid bent over to look at the small animal, turned his head and said in a serious manner.

"It's a pity that he is too busy now, not only with school affairs, he is also the president of the International Federation of Wizards and the chief wizard of the Wizengamot."

"Otherwise, this kind of research would not fall on Snape."

There is a saying that if you speak ill of someone behind their back, there is a high chance that you will turn your head and see that person staring at you.

Hagrid noticed the clue from Anton's strange expression, and turned his body stiffly and slowly, "Oh, I mean, Professor Snape, of course, you are a very powerful master of potions, of course, of course, you must be a good potion master. It's also why Longchang asked you to help with research..."

Snape looked at Hagrid with deadly eyes, and managed to shrink back what he said afterwards.

His eyes moved to Anton, "Why are you still here?"

The little wizard blinked innocently, "I saw that you left in a hurry, I thought you went to pee, and you will be back soon."

Hagrid chuckled, and seeing Snape's face was sharp, he quickly tightened his face again.

"Really?" Snape approached slowly, holding the little wizard's shoulder to face the fat bird.

"In that case, stay and help me with something."

"Kill it and get the blood out, it's only a pint of blood, don't spill a drop of it, or you know."

"Professor Snape!" Hagrid exclaimed, "How could you let a student do such a cruel thing!"

He turned his head and looked at the fat bird lovingly, "Why did you kill it!"

Anton nodded again and again, he belongs to the Appearance Association, if this thing looks ugly, he will definitely not feel cruel.

Snape sneered, and patted Anton's shoulder, "This student has always wanted to learn Potions from me, and now the opportunity has come, taking blood from medicinal materials is an exquisite knowledge, it's not just a one-shot job. Simple."

"So, Anton, do you want to learn?"

There is such a good thing?

Anton's eyes lit up, and he nodded quickly, "Happy to help."

Hagrid couldn't stand it anymore, puffed out his chest, and looked at Snape sternly, "The first-year students are too young, you can't treat them like this, bloodletting will have a psychological impact on little wizards, you really It's a demon."

"Demon?" Snape sneered, "Compared to bloodletting, I think it's more disgusting for you to force two different species to mate."

He stared at Hagrid's disbelieving face with empty eyes, and continued to utter a soul-shocking sarcasm, "This is obviously because some people have been influenced by their own backgrounds and have distorted their characters."

"Sh! Ne! P!" Snape's harsh words obviously hurt Hagrid severely, he roared angrily and rushed forward, punching Snape in the head.

A fist as big as a sand bowl, oh no, have you seen a fist as big as a tire?

Now that Anton had seen it, a fist bigger than Snape's head came out with hatred. That scene was absolutely hot.

In the end, Snape's private lesson in bloodletting the textbook didn't work out.

Anton watched a wonderful wizard fighting class with relish.

In the beginning, it was a turn-based system, and Snape still had some ability to cast spells without a wand, but the power of casting spells without a wand was too limited, and Hagrid's giant blood was naturally high in magic resistance.

Snape's originally tall body was set off by Hagrid, making him look like a skinny little chick.

Pressed under the buttocks, punched and punched down.

"You despicable man, how dare you call me a bastard!" Hagrid was outraged. He was always very sensitive, worried that someone would make an issue of his origin, oh, look, it was of giant blood.

Hagrid didn't like Snape, especially when he was fighting Voldemort back then, God knows how he put up with Voldemort's number one Death Eater in a school now.

"I think you're a bastard!"

Oh!

A certain half-blood prince was also hit in the atrium, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, curses hit this thick-skinned giant, but obviously, it was so powerless.

The most effective damage Snape could do to Hagrid was to shave his head or beard unless he was deadly.

In the end, the scene was Snape being rubbed on the ground by Hagrid.

rub rub.

In order to prevent himself from being put on by Snape in the future, Anton, a student of the Snake Academy, tugged on Hagrid's huge coat with great loyalty.

Although useless.

But at least let's talk about it.

"Stop hitting!"

"Stop hitting!"

"You will kill people like this!"

It's a pity that the little wizard is too weak and helpless.

Anton's howling and crying not only did not help, but also attracted a large group of students to crowd around the door to watch.

Until later, other professors also came.

There was no expression in Dumbledore's crescent-shaped glasses.

McGonagall looked at the two with a serious face, "It's unbelievable, Snape, and you, Hagrid, you actually fought in front of the students like a child!"