Hogwarts Asylum

In the ward, the breeze blew through the off-white curtains, and the ceiling was sparkling, like a pale golden monster with teeth and claws. It was the sunlight reflected from the black lake.

Catherine stared at the ceiling in a daze for a long time. It wasn't until O'Loughlin spoke again that she scratched the back of her head and giggled, "I... pinched your face, like this..."

Catherine rubbed her face, as if she wanted to pay it back for Oralin.

"..." Orolin fell into silence.

"Are you angry?" Kaiser asked cautiously.

"No." Orolin sighed, "It's okay. You can go eat."

"Do you want to eat anything? There are a lot of fresh vegetables for breakfast, and big chicken drumsticks..." Catherine counted on her fingers what she had eaten in the auditorium this morning. Everything was in Kodosdori. Zi only eats it once in a while, but it is common for Hogwarts students.

"No, I want to take a nap." Oluolin didn't want to talk to Catherine now, he was too tired.

"How can you have the energy to sleep if you don't eat?" Catherine said plausibly.

"Nig will bring lunch for me." O'Loughlin made a casual excuse.

"Oh..." Catherine did not ask who Nig was. There were many Nig at Hogwarts, and he should be one of them.

After Catherine left, O'Loughlin looked out the window, wondering what he was thinking.

In the Great Hall, Harry and others, who were finally freed from Potions class, were enjoying lunch. There were not many people at the table because the meal time had already started half an hour ago.

"Don't think about trolls when you take Potions class from now on, Ron." Harry was still complaining. After he swallowed the black goo made by Ron, he was shocked by the sticky taste and the taste that went straight to the bridge of his nose. The smell was so disgusting.

"At least Weasley's potion doesn't have any strange after-effects." Draco, who rarely dined with Harry and the others, said quietly. If the bezoar hadn't been really useful just now, he might have considered transferring to another school.

"Sorry, Draco, I won't add sugar to the potion next time." Seamus said, holding back a laugh.

"Then do you know how to add salt to the potion?" Neville asked curiously, grabbing a piece of small cake.

Draco immediately turned to look at Seamus.

"Don't talk nonsense, how could I add salt to the potion." Seamus covered Neville's mouth, "No, Draco, I promise you. If I knew Snape would let us exchange potions , I definitely don’t dare to mess around.”

"How does the potion with sugar taste?" Hermione on the side was also a little curious. Judging from her appearance, she might try it herself next time.

"Sweet." Draco continued to work on the steak on his plate. He might not crave sweets these days.

"Just sweet?" Hermione asked next.

"You don't want to try it too, do you?" Neville asked tremblingly.

"Don't worry, Neville, I won't try it in Potions class." Hermione patted Neville on the shoulder.

"I suggest you try it in the bathroom." Draco poured himself a cup of yogurt, the only non-sweet drink on the table.

"What plans do you have for this afternoon?" Ron, who had been chewing chicken legs in silence, finally asked.

"I have to go find Hagrid." Harry took a piece of black pudding and poured a layer of strawberry jam on it. "He seems to be in trouble."

"I'm going to the library," Hermione said casually, "I assume Malfoy is too?"

Draco nodded.

"I'm going to go to the Black Lake with Dean, and he got a fishing rod." Seamus said, looking at the pastry egg tart on the dinner plate.

"I..." Neville looked at everyone. He had no plans. "Seamus, how about I go with you?"

"Of course, but you have to wait until Dean and I catch a fish before you can play with the fishing rod."

"Doesn't anyone want to know what happened to Professor Quirrell?" Ron lowered his voice, "Just now I heard from Fred and the others that Professor Petrova is a good professor. If she were treated like Professor Quirrell, What about the curse?”

Ron's words reminded Harry, and he suddenly remembered that he did not find Professor Quirrell's name on the Marauder's Map last night, nor did he see the name of the new Professor Petrova.

"There is no Professor Quirrell or Professor Petrova on that map." Harry said mysteriously.

"Map?" Draco wiped his mouth, "Is it the one you used to find that mouse?"

"Yes, last night I saw on the map that Snape was doing something unknown in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom in the middle of the night." Harry said, "I think this matter must have something to do with him."

"Did Snape leave early at the banquet last night?" Seamus agreed.

"Don't talk nonsense, how could professors do such a thing." Hermione interrupted everyone's speculation.

"Don't always treat professors as saints, Hermione." Ron said, "Snape almost laughed when he looked at those failed strength potions. I saw the corners of his mouth move."

At this time, Dean came over and said, "Have you heard?"

Everyone looked at Dean.

Dean was very satisfied with this reaction. He nodded and said, "I heard that Professor O'Loughlin from the school hospital lost consciousness outside the Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

"Huh?" Draco was suddenly shocked. Why didn't he know about this? So he quickly asked, "Where did you get the news? Teacher O'Loughlin was still chatting with me in the morning."

"A Slytherin said it. I just saw several Slytherins putting the fruits on the table into a basket. They said they were going to the school hospital to visit Professor O'Lorin who was lying on the bed this morning." Ann explained.

"Are you friends with people from Slytherin?" Everyone stared at Dean, as if asking: Aren't you afraid of being regarded as a traitor?

"You guys eat, I'll go to the school hospital to take a look." Draco dropped the napkin and ran away holding the Potions textbook.

After Draco left, everyone felt that they had almost eaten, so they all got up and left.

At the edge of the Forbidden Forest, when Harry came to Hagrid's hut with a book in his arms, Hagrid was entertaining a little leprechaun that was no bigger than Hagrid's finger.

Harry recognized this little leprechaun as the one that was throwing coins like crazy in the Great Hall last night.

Seeing Harry coming, Hagrid quickly got up and moved a stool. The wind he brought caused the leprechaun to roll off the tea table.

"Hey, big man, be careful." Youbudan climbed onto the tea table again holding the table legs.

"Sorry, Ubden." Hagrid scratched his dirty beard, put down the stool gently, and looked at Harry, "Harry, come on, let me introduce you to the new residents of the Forbidden Forest."

Harry put the textbook on the cabinet at the door and walked over. He was a little surprised when Hagrid brought another small teacup. Hagrid finally realized that his tea set was too big.

"His name is Yubdan, the king of leprechauns from Ireland." Hagrid introduced angrily, "He is now living with Aragog's child Atrak, and he came to visit today."

"Hello, Mr. Ubden, my name is Harry Potter, the King of Closets from - er, Surrey, England." Harry said sarcastically to himself, "I recognize you, you were killed last night. The one Professor Petrova brought to the auditorium.”

"Yes, little wizard, I recognize you too, you are the boy who survived the catastrophe." Youbudan said, holding the teacup that was a teapot for him.

Harry was a little surprised, not that this little leprechaun actually knew him. To be honest, there were probably not many people in the wizarding world who didn't know him. He was mainly surprised that this little leprechaun didn't know him like other people who knew him. The fact that a stranger with his own name made such a fuss made him think the leprechaun was quite nice.

"I heard from the seniors that those gold coins you scattered are very powerful." Harry said with a curious look on his face.

Last night Fred and George mixed a real Galleons with those gold coins, put them in an opaque bag, and sold a lot of them in the common room for 20 Knuts each, which they said was The most durable fake gold coin they had ever seen.

"Of course, only if you last this long can you be worthy of the title of King of Leprechauns." Yubdan joked, his tone was very proud, and both Hagrid and Harry looked at him with admiration.

"Then why didn't Atrak come?" Harry asked. Just now Hagrid said that Ubdan lived with Aragog's child, Atrak.

"It's inconvenient for him." Youbudan said, taking a bite from a sausage bigger than himself on the tea table.

"Inconvenient?" Harry looked at Hagrid.

"Uh-" Hagrid scratched his head, "I didn't tell you about Aragog, did I?"

Harry shook his head.

"Then you'd better not know." Hagrid didn't want to tell the story between himself and Aragog. After all, it was not a glorious thing.

"Why? Another secret?" Harry's tone was a little dissatisfied. He remembered what Hagrid had refused to tell before, the package he took from Gringotts.

"What's the point of keeping this a secret?" Youbudan got tired of eating only a little and continued drinking tea.

"Don't..." Hagrid wanted to stop Youbudan from talking, but he didn't dare to use force, fearing that he might accidentally flatten Youbudan with his finger, but Youbudan ignored him and continued talking. .

"Atrak is a big spider. He originally wanted to visit Hagrid, who is his father's friend, but you know, I heard that your little wizard is less courageous than me. He is afraid of scaring people. I didn’t come over, after all, you will have classes nearby during the day.”

"Big spider?" Harry asked confused. How big of a spider would scare people? Oh, no, Harry thought of Ron's reaction last night. A spider as big as a thumb could scare Ron into screaming, " Is it as big as a tea table?”

Youbudan sneered, said nothing, jumped into another teacup filled with water and swam.

Harry looked at Hagrid in confusion. Hagrid scratched his head, opened his arms and gestured: "It's probably this big..."

Harry's face twitched. If he understood correctly, Atrak was a spider bigger than two of him. How could it be called a spider? !

Seeing Harry's reaction, Hagrid quickly said: "They are very well-behaved. As long as you don't mess with them, they won't eat people now."

"Spiders still eat people?!" Harry exclaimed, "There are spiders in the Forbidden Forest that can eat people?"

"They won't eat," Hagrid said seriously.

"What are you surprised about?" Yubdan said as he climbed on the edge of the teacup. "Isn't it common knowledge that there are magical creatures that eat people in the Forbidden Forest? Even I, a newcomer, know that, and there should be some in Hogwarts. Teach it?"

"My first year..." Harry replied.

"No wonder there is such a fuss." Yubdan muttered, "Listen, young man, there are many magical creatures in the Forbidden Forest that can eat people, including ghouls, yetis, cannibals, Bigfoot, trolls..."

Ubudan counted down the creatures he knew in the Forbidden Forest that could eat people. The more he counted, the more frightened Harry became.

When Ubden stopped, Harry looked at Hagrid and said with some hesitation: "Hagrid, what you said last time was about the small animals that suffered in the Forbidden Forest...couldn't...couldn't you be referring to these? …”

"They haven't eaten anyone from Hogwarts!" Hagrid said firmly.

"In other words, if there are people who are not from Hogwarts, they will also eat them?"

Harry's words left Hagrid speechless.

After a long silence, Hagrid spoke again: "How is Atrak now? I heard he was kicked out?"

"Ah, yes, that guy can't beat his sister and can't be the next leader, so he can only wander out." Youbudan explained casually.

Hagrid was silent again. The Acromantulas had already begun to compete for the next leader, which meant that Aragog was almost dead. Aragog had clearly looked very energetic when he sneaked out to remind him to pay attention to safety.

So Aragog is just pretending to be energetic?

Hagrid hesitated for a moment, then asked: "Aragog, he..."

"Don't ask me, I only know Atrak." Ubudan interrupted Hagrid.

"Alas -" Hagrid sighed heavily.

Seeing that the atmosphere was becoming a little heavy, Harry said, "Hagrid, are you coming to watch my game in two days?"

"Game? Quidditch?" Hagrid quickly cheered up and said, "Harry, are you going to play so soon? Merlin's beard, your flying talent is as strong as your father's."

"My father..." Harry was very unfamiliar with the word father.

"He was also the seeker of Gryffindor when he was in school." Speaking of James, Hagrid slowly recalled, "He joined the Quidditch team in the second grade. Unfortunately..."

"What's a pity?" Harry asked curiously.

"It's a pity that there is someone who always likes to kill the hope of the Gryffindor Quidditch team." Hagrid said gloomily, "You must kick Slytherin's ass hard."

"Who is that person?" Harry was even more curious, because Professor McGonagall had said before that his father's flying talent was very strong and he could become a professional Quidditch player, but he was just unlucky.

"Tell me how you arranged it, Harry. Who is responsible for protecting you?" Hagrid avoided talking.

Seeing that Hagrid refused to say anything, Harry had no choice but to follow Hagrid's words and said: "It's Fred and George. They are great. Wood said, they are like bludgers, they will hit hard." Teach Slytherin a lesson."