Chapter 381 Exclusive News, Are You Not Ready Yet?

In early January, the wizards who went home for Christmas returned to Hogwarts.

The first class of the new semester was Care of Magical Creatures. Gryffindor and Slytherin took their books to Hagrid's hut.

But there was no blasting-tailed skrewt on the field this time, and their substitute teacher was also changed. She was an elderly witch with short gray hair and a very prominent chin.

"Where is Hagrid?" Harry asked.

"He... is a little uncomfortable." The witch frowned slightly and said, "Dumbledore arranged for me to teach here. You can call me Professor Grubbly-Plank."

Professor Grubbly-Plank took the students to the edge of the Forbidden Forest and tied a beautiful unicorn under a tree.

"Wow!"

"It's so beautiful."

"How did she do it? Unicorns are very difficult to catch."

The students exclaimed in admiration, and many people agreed with the temporary professor a little more. This should be the Care of Magical Creatures class!

They did not deny Hagrid's knowledge of magical creatures, but blasting-tailed skrewts and unicorns are simply incomparable.

"Boys, step back," Professor Grubbly-Plank said sternly, "Unicorns like women's touch, girls can approach them carefully, and be careful to relax."

Led by the professor, the girls approached them enthusiastically, while the boys were left next to the stables, where the Pegasus of Beauxbatons snuggled together to resist the cold.

"What do you think happened to Hagrid?" Harry said to Ron, "Did the blasting-tailed skrewt have an accident?"

"Definitely not," Aaron said, "Hagrid is a professional in raising magical animals, and the three-headed dog and the acromantula couldn't do anything to him.

The blasting-tailed skrewt is not even as tall as him, and you have to have the ability to hurt him!"

"I know a little bit about this," Draco said gloatingly.

"You won't really let Lucius find a way to change the professor of Care of Magical Creatures!" Harry looked at him coldly, "What's the reason this time?"

"Don't get me wrong, although I hope he is expelled, it really has nothing to do with me this time." Draco took out a newspaper of the Daily Prophet from his pocket, "Look at this and you will understand."

Aaron took the newspaper and read only two lines. The corners of his mouth twitched, "It turned out that he fell into her hands. No wonder we changed a professor."

"Whose hands did he fall into?" Ron asked curiously.

"Rita Skeeter, the most unscrupulous and unscrupulous reporter." Aaron shrugged and handed the newspaper to Ron.

Dumbledore's big mistake...Mad-Eye Moody is the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher...but he is kinder than the Care of Magical Creatures professor...

Rubeau Hagrid, expelled from Hogwarts in his third year, managed to secure a Care of Magical Creatures position for himself from among many qualified competitors...

Then the newspaper mentioned that Draco was injured by a Hippogriff, Crabbe was bitten by a caterpillar, and there was the dangerous creature Exploding-Ended Skrewt, but the most shocking thing was Hagrid's background, a half-giant.

"This is too... disgusting!" Ron said with a strange look on his face, "It's okay to be half-true and half-false, but he also exaggerated the truth countless times."

"I have to admit that Skeeter is still quite capable." Aaron sighed, "He even found out Hagrid's fucking name.

Friedwafa, I bet Hagrid didn't tell you this name."

"Of course not, why would he tell us his fucking name for no reason?"

"That's not important. What's important is that the reputation of half-blood giants in the wizarding world is not very good, plus the magical animal such as the blasting-tailed skrewt that is quite harmful... I think that idiot's teaching career should be over." Draco smiled triumphantly.

"You're probably thinking too much about this." Aaron said disapprovingly, "Don't forget, this newspaper will only make Hagrid uncomfortable for a while, and he will naturally substitute for the class again after the storm is over."

"Not that bad, right?" Draco frowned dissatisfiedly, "The Daily Prophet has said this about him, can he still continue to teach?"

"Why not?" Harry said anxiously.

"I didn't ask you, Potter."

"The Daily Prophet has insulted Fudge, but he is still the Minister of Magic. It has insulted Dumbledore, but he is still the headmaster of Hogwarts. It has insulted Arthur Weasley, but he is still working at the Ministry of Magic. It has also insulted Harry Potter, but he is still living well.

Don't forget, Dumbledore is the headmaster, and he has a special relationship with Hagrid. Do you think he would fire Hagrid because of an unrealistic newspaper?

And Hagrid has been a forest keeper for decades. It can be said that the Hogwarts students in recent decades know him inside and out, and they can all testify for Hagrid."

"This..." Draco opened his mouth and was speechless.

Harry and Ron looked at each other and gave Draco a provocative look.

"Someone's idea may not be realized."

"You can be happy in your heart!" Draco said with contempt, "At least you don't have to face the disgusting blasting-tailed skrewt."

The two looked at each other and lowered their heads in embarrassment.

Although he didn't want to admit it, what Draco said was the truth. If he had to choose between a unicorn and a blasting-tailed skrewt, anyone with a brain would choose the former.

......

Hagrid was hit hard by the newspaper and locked himself in the house for more than half a month without seeing anyone.

It was not until the end of January that he decided to teach again after repeated persuasion and comfort from Dumbledore.

After Hagrid came back, he didn't let the students feed the blasting-tailed skrewt anymore, but continued to teach unicorns in Professor Grubbly-Plank's class.

As a forest ranger, he knew as much about unicorns as anyone else.

When the two pure golden young unicorns were pulled in front of everyone, almost all the students couldn't hide their excitement and joy.

"Ahem! Cubs are easier to spot than adult unicorns. They turn silver around two years old, start growing horns at four years old, and turn pure white when they become adults.

In addition, cubs don't have any defensive psychology and don't dislike boys.

If you like, you can come over and pat them or order sugar cubes."

For a while, everyone was looking at the cubs with interest. The girls were excited, and the boys were deeply attracted by their cute appearance.

Abe snorted and turned his face away in dissatisfaction.

Aaron patted its head with a smile, knowing that it was unhappy that it was outshined by two unicorn cubs.

"You are a holy dragon. You can definitely beat them with your wings spread, but it's not time for you to expose yourself yet."

Hearing this, Abe nodded slowly, looked at the two unicorns with disdain, and decided not to bother with them.

Time passed day by day, and soon it was mid-February.

Harry's progress was not smooth. He, Ron and Hermione searched for a way to breathe underwater for an hour in the library whenever they had free time.

But they searched all the magic books related to water and found nothing.

Hermione also asked Professor McGonagall for a note from the restricted area, but even those ancient spells did not involve breathing underwater.

"There must be a way, there must be." Hermione kept cheering herself up. The magic books beside her were piled up more than one meter high, but she was still flipping through the books.

"We weren't so serious when we went to Nicolas Flamel." Ron yawned and rubbed his sleepy eyes. "Hermione, although I don't want to say this, the book may not have all the answers to the questions."

"But the answer to the second project can definitely be found in the book." Hermione said very seriously, "They can't design a competition that can't be passed.

You also saw that Krum has been practicing diving these days. There must be some magic that can help him."

"He is a student of Durmstrang!" Ron said speechlessly, "Karkaroff is unconditionally partial to him. Maybe he taught him the advanced magic of Durmstrang.

The same is true for Fleur. Maxime must have taught her the special magic of Beauxbatons."

"What about Cedric?" Hermione asked back, "Dumbledore didn't teach him!"

"But his father is the director of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures of the Ministry of Magic, and he knows quite a few magics."

"Indeed, I have almost no advantage compared to them." Harry said bitterly.

"You can ask someone for help!" Ron said meaningfully, "Didn't Professor Moody give you an idea once?"

"No!" Harry shook his head, "I asked Professor McGonagall, she said that we can't ask for help from others in the Triwizard Tournament, everything depends on the warriors themselves.

I don't know if Professor Moody will help me a second time, but I know he definitely can't cast a spell on me before the game."

"It's not that there are no other ways." Ron hesitated and pointed at Aaron who was leaning against the wall writing and drawing.

"This...is not appropriate!" Hermione said with embarrassment, "We still have time, it's not the end of the road."

"How much time? Two days?" Ron said speechlessly, "At this time, besides him, only Cedric may help Harry breathe underwater."

"Don't mention Cedric to me." Harry said coldly.

"You understand the situation. We have no other choice. We can't just watch Harry fall into the lake and drown!"

Hermione was still a little hesitant, and Ron continued, "We don't want him to help Harry directly, we just want to ask him for methods. We can do the rest by ourselves!"

"I'll go ask!" Harry sighed, and then walked to Aaron stiffly.

"That... this..." Harry hesitated and didn't know how to start. After all, he asked him for help whenever he had something to do. It was okay once or twice, but it would be difficult to repay the debt of favor if it happened too many times.

Aaron couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he looked at Harry Potter, who couldn't speak clearly in front of him. He turned his eyes to Hermione and Ron, and seeing the piles of books beside them, he seemed to understand why Harry asked him.

"Oh! Don't tell me you haven't prepared the second competition yet."