Chapter 292 292.1. Week 1 of January
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Po Sui Tai Di
Chapter 292 292. The first week of November
"Yes, the Thestrals are gone."
Facing the same sense of oppression as Mount Hagrid, Scott quietly took two steps back.
He had no doubt that if Hagrid got excited and pinched him unconsciously, it would crush his bones.
"It's like this." Scott explained, "Just now Luna Lovegood and I went to the Forbidden Forest to visit a newborn little Thestral, and found that the other Thestrals were gone, only the Thestral was left. A little thestral."
"Merlin!" Hearing Scott's words, Hagrid sighed unconsciously.
Scott continued: "Luna says it's not normal, so let me ask you to see if you know what's going on."
"Oh Merlin! Of course it's not normal!"
Hagrid yelled and smashed the door frame.
"Something must have happened, otherwise those guys wouldn't have left suddenly. I know them, and no one knows them better than me."
He muttered as he turned and went into the house and put on his fur coat.
"Thestrals are loyal magical animals, once tamed, they will never leave their masters!"
In a few seconds, he rushed out of the house, not even caring about Scott, and strode towards the Forbidden Forest.
"Sorry, I've got to go check it out!" he exclaimed.
"Wang Wang Wang..."
Fang, his hound, followed him into the Forbidden Forest.
Scott turned and followed them.
The Thestral herd seems to have really disappeared.
Hagrid searched around the Thestral colony's habitat, but found nothing.
He was so sad that he hugged the little Thestral and burst into tears.
It was almost time for class, and Scott and Luna had to leave first.
"Sorry, Professor Hagrid," said Scott, "we have to go to class."
"You guys go, go to class." Hagrid stood up, sobbing, "I have to keep looking, the Forbidden Forest is so big, they might have gone somewhere else..."
Luna asked worriedly, "Is it possible to go somewhere else? Under what circumstances would they leave the little one behind?"
"Oh, there's only one possibility," Hagrid said with a choked voice, "they will be attracted by the smell of blood, and the smell of fresh blood will make them too excited."
Scott raised his eyebrows, "So, maybe someone has targeted the Thestrals at Hogwarts and lured them away with fresh blood?"
"As I said, thestrals are loyal, they will only be temporarily attracted, and will not really leave here." Hagrid said angrily, "some bad guy must have taken them away!"
He took out a tablecloth-sized handkerchief from his pocket, and blew his nose loudly.
"..."
Scott couldn't resist a tactical fallback.
Hagrid stuffed the dirty handkerchief into his arms, crouched down and hugged the little Thestral again.
He looked at the little guy in his arms lovingly, and said with tears, "Oh, poor little guy, I swear, I will help you find your parents."
"Let's go first," Scott said to Luna.
Luna nodded, "Let's go, we can't help you here."
The two said goodbye to Hagrid again and turned to leave.
On the way back, Scott said to Luna: "Maybe what you saw last night is the scene of them leaving."
He sighed, it seemed that the spell that something must happen on Halloween hadn't been broken after all.
But it's a rare thing for a Thestral herd belonging to Hogwarts to be stolen.
After that day, the news that the Thestrals disappeared did not spread.
Not many students at Hogwarts know the existence of thestrals. Many students always think that the carriage that takes them from the Hogsmeade village platform to Hogwarts Castle at the beginning of each year is self-driving.
Scott has not been involved in the matter since, but Luna has been following the development of the incident.
According to Luna, Hagrid and several professors searched the huge Forbidden Forest in the next few days.
They even called the centaur tribe in the Forbidden Forest for help, but they never found any clues.
Afterwards, although Hagrid was still insisting on teaching the students, his condition became much haggard visible to the naked eye.
Fortunately, Haiger also has an assistant coach, the "magic Graplan". When he is not in the state, Graplan can be on top.
Thanks to the efforts of Graplan, the teaching progress of the course of protecting magical animals has not been affected.
After entering November, the temperature in the Scottish Highlands dropped sharply, and winter has already entered.
But contrary to the cold climate, with a new round of Quidditch competitions approaching, the atmosphere on the Hogwarts campus is very hot.
The Quidditch teams affiliated to the four colleges started high-intensity training one after another, and Quidditch fans other than the players also started to confront, quarrel, and even fight because they supported their respective colleges.
The Ravenclaw house team is also doing devil training.
After the previous captain Benjamin Bruce graduated, Scott's roommate Roger Davis has officially taken over the captaincy.
In the last school year, Roger complained more than once in the dormitory that the training tasks arranged by Bruce were too heavy, but now that it was his turn to be the captain, his performance was even crazier than Bruce.
Getting up early and staying late, rain or shine, are not enough to describe his training schedule.
On Thursday, he led the team to practice overnight again, and he didn't return to the dormitory exhausted until before curfew.
"Last school year we won the House Cup but missed out on the Quidditch Trophy."
Roger said to his roommates.
"Bruce originally wanted to get a trophy before graduation, but unfortunately he still failed to do so."
The fact that Ravenclaw hadn't won the Quidditch trophy last school year had been a constant torment for him.
"I think it's a crime other than war." Eddie said a little unconvinced, "All Slytherin members have the Nimbus 2001, and our team's equipment is too far behind theirs."
Roger wiped his wet hair with a towel, "The Gryffindor and Hufflepuff teams are not much different from us in terms of equipment. Everyone is working hard. No one will give up the championship because of equipment problems. Slytherins."
"You and Cedric are the only new captains this school year." Eddie said, "Both Gryffindor captain Wood and Slytherin captain Flint will graduate next year, and they don't need much attention." A lot of running in."
"Yes, the Hufflepuff team is also training like crazy." Roger said with a smile, "Cedric and I are both new captains, and we both want to get good results in our new year."
"That's why you've been single since breaking up with Caccini?" Scott teased him.
Hearing what he said, Eddie immediately laughed exaggeratedly, "I think so, since he broke up with Caccini, Roger has been single for more than five months, which is a record that has never been done since 1989 !"
After saying this series of words similar to the award speech, he pretended to applaud.
"Hey! I'm fighting for the honor of Ravenclaw!" Roger was so angry that he threw the wet towel that smelled of sweat on Eddie's head.
"You bastard! I took a shower!" Eddie grabbed the wet towel and threw it back.
Watching this scene, Scott couldn't help yet another tactical fallback.
Although he was a little far away from Roger and Eddie, the taste was really strong.
He waited until Roger and Eddie stopped fighting before he asked, "I remember this week's opening match should be Slytherin vs. Hufflepuff?"
"That's right! Our game is on the third Saturday in November, so there is still time!" Roger showed a happy expression when talking about this incident.
"By the way." He said, "If you have any good suggestions for the team, remember to tell me."
"Suggestions?" Scott shook his head. "I don't have any good suggestions."
One of his strengths is that he never expresses his views on things he is not good at.
"What about this year's rookies?" Eddie asked, "Does the team have any more talented new players this year?"
"Unfortunately, no." Roger shook his head. "To be honest, our team's roster this year is a bit boring. The new players can barely fill the vacancies of the two graduated players."
Scott immediately understood that this was why he had actually started seeking advice from his roommates, who were not even good at Quidditch.
Of course, Scott and Eddie couldn't give any good advice, so Roger turned to another roommate who hadn't spoken, "Milton, what about you? Do you have any good advice?"
Eddie walked up to Scott and whispered, "Look, that's all right now, he's starting to go to the doctor."
"What? What's wrong?" Milton, who had been reading just now, looked up at Roger with a blank expression.
"Nothing." Roger forced a smile.
He scratched his hair irritably, "I'm probably crazy."
Scott smiled and said, "Hey, Roger, if you really need some advice, you should look a little wider."
Roger quickly asked, "You mean?"
"There are always smart people among the Ravenclaw students who want to help the team and can really give some useful help."
Scott offers his own advice.
"Maybe you can call them together to form a coaching staff, or, a tactical advisory group?"
Scott's suggestion is also a no-brainer.
Maybe someone in Ravenclaw has a talent for coaching without a talent for Quidditch?
Eddie immediately agreed and said, "Oh, I think this idea is good! Just like the coaches of those Muggle football clubs, the coaches don't have to be good at football, they just need to know how to play football."
Scott added, "Of course, as the captain of the team, you can selectively only listen to some correct advice, which requires you to have corresponding judgment."
"Maybe it's really a good idea." Roger clapped his hands together, "I'll ask tomorrow to see if anyone is willing to contribute to the team."
With Roger's efforts, the Ravenclaw Academy soon formally established the Quidditch Tactics Advisory Group on Friday.
Eddie also joined in.
Of course, he was only serving as an intelligence officer, responsible for scouting the intelligence of each opponent in each match.
This can be regarded as the best use of people.
(End of this chapter)
"Yes, the Thestrals are gone."
Facing the same sense of oppression as Mount Hagrid, Scott quietly took two steps back.
He had no doubt that if Hagrid got excited and pinched him unconsciously, it would crush his bones.
"It's like this." Scott explained, "Just now Luna Lovegood and I went to the Forbidden Forest to visit a newborn little Thestral, and found that the other Thestrals were gone, only the Thestral was left. A little thestral."
"Merlin!" Hearing Scott's words, Hagrid sighed unconsciously.
Scott continued: "Luna says it's not normal, so let me ask you to see if you know what's going on."
"Oh Merlin! Of course it's not normal!"
Hagrid yelled and smashed the door frame.
"Something must have happened, otherwise those guys wouldn't have left suddenly. I know them, and no one knows them better than me."
He muttered as he turned and went into the house and put on his fur coat.
"Thestrals are loyal magical animals, once tamed, they will never leave their masters!"
In a few seconds, he rushed out of the house, not even caring about Scott, and strode towards the Forbidden Forest.
"Sorry, I've got to go check it out!" he exclaimed.
"Wang Wang Wang..."
Fang, his hound, followed him into the Forbidden Forest.
Scott turned and followed them.
The Thestral herd seems to have really disappeared.
Hagrid searched around the Thestral colony's habitat, but found nothing.
He was so sad that he hugged the little Thestral and burst into tears.
It was almost time for class, and Scott and Luna had to leave first.
"Sorry, Professor Hagrid," said Scott, "we have to go to class."
"You guys go, go to class." Hagrid stood up, sobbing, "I have to keep looking, the Forbidden Forest is so big, they might have gone somewhere else..."
Luna asked worriedly, "Is it possible to go somewhere else? Under what circumstances would they leave the little one behind?"
"Oh, there's only one possibility," Hagrid said with a choked voice, "they will be attracted by the smell of blood, and the smell of fresh blood will make them too excited."
Scott raised his eyebrows, "So, maybe someone has targeted the Thestrals at Hogwarts and lured them away with fresh blood?"
"As I said, thestrals are loyal, they will only be temporarily attracted, and will not really leave here." Hagrid said angrily, "some bad guy must have taken them away!"
He took out a tablecloth-sized handkerchief from his pocket, and blew his nose loudly.
"..."
Scott couldn't resist a tactical fallback.
Hagrid stuffed the dirty handkerchief into his arms, crouched down and hugged the little Thestral again.
He looked at the little guy in his arms lovingly, and said with tears, "Oh, poor little guy, I swear, I will help you find your parents."
"Let's go first," Scott said to Luna.
Luna nodded, "Let's go, we can't help you here."
The two said goodbye to Hagrid again and turned to leave.
On the way back, Scott said to Luna: "Maybe what you saw last night is the scene of them leaving."
He sighed, it seemed that the spell that something must happen on Halloween hadn't been broken after all.
But it's a rare thing for a Thestral herd belonging to Hogwarts to be stolen.
After that day, the news that the Thestrals disappeared did not spread.
Not many students at Hogwarts know the existence of thestrals. Many students always think that the carriage that takes them from the Hogsmeade village platform to Hogwarts Castle at the beginning of each year is self-driving.
Scott has not been involved in the matter since, but Luna has been following the development of the incident.
According to Luna, Hagrid and several professors searched the huge Forbidden Forest in the next few days.
They even called the centaur tribe in the Forbidden Forest for help, but they never found any clues.
Afterwards, although Hagrid was still insisting on teaching the students, his condition became much haggard visible to the naked eye.
Fortunately, Haiger also has an assistant coach, the "magic Graplan". When he is not in the state, Graplan can be on top.
Thanks to the efforts of Graplan, the teaching progress of the course of protecting magical animals has not been affected.
After entering November, the temperature in the Scottish Highlands dropped sharply, and winter has already entered.
But contrary to the cold climate, with a new round of Quidditch competitions approaching, the atmosphere on the Hogwarts campus is very hot.
The Quidditch teams affiliated to the four colleges started high-intensity training one after another, and Quidditch fans other than the players also started to confront, quarrel, and even fight because they supported their respective colleges.
The Ravenclaw house team is also doing devil training.
After the previous captain Benjamin Bruce graduated, Scott's roommate Roger Davis has officially taken over the captaincy.
In the last school year, Roger complained more than once in the dormitory that the training tasks arranged by Bruce were too heavy, but now that it was his turn to be the captain, his performance was even crazier than Bruce.
Getting up early and staying late, rain or shine, are not enough to describe his training schedule.
On Thursday, he led the team to practice overnight again, and he didn't return to the dormitory exhausted until before curfew.
"Last school year we won the House Cup but missed out on the Quidditch Trophy."
Roger said to his roommates.
"Bruce originally wanted to get a trophy before graduation, but unfortunately he still failed to do so."
The fact that Ravenclaw hadn't won the Quidditch trophy last school year had been a constant torment for him.
"I think it's a crime other than war." Eddie said a little unconvinced, "All Slytherin members have the Nimbus 2001, and our team's equipment is too far behind theirs."
Roger wiped his wet hair with a towel, "The Gryffindor and Hufflepuff teams are not much different from us in terms of equipment. Everyone is working hard. No one will give up the championship because of equipment problems. Slytherins."
"You and Cedric are the only new captains this school year." Eddie said, "Both Gryffindor captain Wood and Slytherin captain Flint will graduate next year, and they don't need much attention." A lot of running in."
"Yes, the Hufflepuff team is also training like crazy." Roger said with a smile, "Cedric and I are both new captains, and we both want to get good results in our new year."
"That's why you've been single since breaking up with Caccini?" Scott teased him.
Hearing what he said, Eddie immediately laughed exaggeratedly, "I think so, since he broke up with Caccini, Roger has been single for more than five months, which is a record that has never been done since 1989 !"
After saying this series of words similar to the award speech, he pretended to applaud.
"Hey! I'm fighting for the honor of Ravenclaw!" Roger was so angry that he threw the wet towel that smelled of sweat on Eddie's head.
"You bastard! I took a shower!" Eddie grabbed the wet towel and threw it back.
Watching this scene, Scott couldn't help yet another tactical fallback.
Although he was a little far away from Roger and Eddie, the taste was really strong.
He waited until Roger and Eddie stopped fighting before he asked, "I remember this week's opening match should be Slytherin vs. Hufflepuff?"
"That's right! Our game is on the third Saturday in November, so there is still time!" Roger showed a happy expression when talking about this incident.
"By the way." He said, "If you have any good suggestions for the team, remember to tell me."
"Suggestions?" Scott shook his head. "I don't have any good suggestions."
One of his strengths is that he never expresses his views on things he is not good at.
"What about this year's rookies?" Eddie asked, "Does the team have any more talented new players this year?"
"Unfortunately, no." Roger shook his head. "To be honest, our team's roster this year is a bit boring. The new players can barely fill the vacancies of the two graduated players."
Scott immediately understood that this was why he had actually started seeking advice from his roommates, who were not even good at Quidditch.
Of course, Scott and Eddie couldn't give any good advice, so Roger turned to another roommate who hadn't spoken, "Milton, what about you? Do you have any good advice?"
Eddie walked up to Scott and whispered, "Look, that's all right now, he's starting to go to the doctor."
"What? What's wrong?" Milton, who had been reading just now, looked up at Roger with a blank expression.
"Nothing." Roger forced a smile.
He scratched his hair irritably, "I'm probably crazy."
Scott smiled and said, "Hey, Roger, if you really need some advice, you should look a little wider."
Roger quickly asked, "You mean?"
"There are always smart people among the Ravenclaw students who want to help the team and can really give some useful help."
Scott offers his own advice.
"Maybe you can call them together to form a coaching staff, or, a tactical advisory group?"
Scott's suggestion is also a no-brainer.
Maybe someone in Ravenclaw has a talent for coaching without a talent for Quidditch?
Eddie immediately agreed and said, "Oh, I think this idea is good! Just like the coaches of those Muggle football clubs, the coaches don't have to be good at football, they just need to know how to play football."
Scott added, "Of course, as the captain of the team, you can selectively only listen to some correct advice, which requires you to have corresponding judgment."
"Maybe it's really a good idea." Roger clapped his hands together, "I'll ask tomorrow to see if anyone is willing to contribute to the team."
With Roger's efforts, the Ravenclaw Academy soon formally established the Quidditch Tactics Advisory Group on Friday.
Eddie also joined in.
Of course, he was only serving as an intelligence officer, responsible for scouting the intelligence of each opponent in each match.
This can be regarded as the best use of people.
(End of this chapter)
